You're gonna tell me what happened between you and Kaden or I'll destroy you.
Ivy said sitting opposite me and Ranger stood behind her clearly demanding answers.
I looked at Marco and mumbled
'Traitor'
Wait something happened between you and golden boy? Now this I gotta hear. Marco put a drink on the table.
I looked up at my furious friends, sighed and said
Don't read too much into it guys
Is just that Kaden and his parents came to my house yesterday.
WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT!!!
Ivy yelled and slammed the table toppling over Marco's drink.
Ranger came close in pure disbelief and asked
His parents came to your house?
Why?
Are you guys like getting married or something
Tch as if. I'll never marry Kaden Ambrose not even if he turned into my dream car or-- that weatherman I see on channel Z who's name I kept forgetting. He's probably like 40, but he's just mph...hey don't judge me
It's not wrong to appreciate God's creation
After my brief internal monologue I sighed and deadpanned.
No
No? that's it?
That's so unlike you.
I was expecting you to draw up a whole blueprint of words and ridiculous sarcastic feats, structured to impress me by dressing down the Kaden Ambrose.
Ivy lay on the table dramatically.
Ranger glared
I know you wanna say it so spill it, I can literally see your inner self twitching.
I sighed.
Fine, I'll tell you okay,
sheesh like I committed a crime for simply existing.
The thing is yesterday Kaden came to my house with his parents and a lawyer to "terminate our relationship".
And we were never in any ship not even a Cruise liner for that matter.
And for the record if we were, it would be the titanic.
After it said hi to count ice berg.
Marco munched loudly on chips which he suddenly held
Probably materialized from thin air when I was busy talking
'Wait seriously, you tryna tell me that the guys parents followed him to your house only for a scene from a teen drama?
Also how the hell does Kaden Ambrose know where you live?'
'It's suspicious that someone who's not even in a relationship with you has your address, what are you gonna tell me next? He has your phone number?'
Ranger added wrapping an arm around Ivy.
'No he doesn't have my phone number'
Ivy suddenly spiked
'Wait a second,why would Kaden's parents leave their busy schedules to come to your house for a relationship termination if he hasn't talked to them about you?'
Her face suddenly transformed like she had finally seen a channel purse shed been searching for at the mall--for ages.
Oh my gosh!
Her tiny form trembled with excitement.
'Yo Ivy chill, you look like you're having a seizure'.
'Nah it's more like a constipated plush poodle. Marco verified.'
Ranger looked closely
Oh yeah you're right I see it now.
Ivy smacked Ranger across the back of his neck
'You're supposed to be my boyfriend, defending my honor?.
Sigh
Anyway what I just realized is
Kaden Ambrose likes you.
Like legit likes you.
Ranger and Marco burst into laughter.
Ivy looked offended and I casually ate Marcos chips like it was the most delicious thing on earth.
Well obviously I didn't care, one-- because Kaden already confessed his "feelings" to me and two-- because come on y'all it's chips.
Ivy's face looked like she was the one Kaden had hit on.
'What's so funny?
What? you think the golden boy can't like-like our girl?
Ivy folded her arms looking dejected.
'Whoa whoa whoa we didn't say that' Marco raised his hands in mock surrender.
'If anything golden boy is not good enough for Emily--the only guy who meets her standard is that Russian weather guy from channel Z
What's his name again?''
Ranger looked him up
Timofey Aleksandrovich
I'm surprised you actually remembered that, I keep forgetting his name,
Even though he's my ideal type.
Your ideal type? girl the man's like 700 years old--I'm sure he witnessed the BigBang theory or something.
Excuse you, he's not that old and if he was, then he's probably the hottest dinosaur that ever lived.
I defended.
I mean whats it to them anyway
The man's probably married to to some supermodel named Leigh Ann-- and has like three kids.
Which I'm gonna name Dante, Iris and Lee--not because that's what I wanna call my future kids or anything.
Give me space.
Ranger looked at me skeptically
Oh so now you're into dinosaurs too? Cars weren't good enough for you huh.
Hey give my mama some space, it's not her fault she's a hot mess. Marco hugged me mockingly as if he was trying to comfort a wounded kitten.
I sighed and let them say whatever they had to say.
Most of it just flew over my head and the ones I did catch sounded more or less like gibberish.
So I sat through that torturous lunch period and all I had was chips.
Later in the day I was caught sleeping in class and sent to the principal's office.
Exactly what Ava told me not to do. I got myself in trouble.
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The principal's office as I remembered was like any other office, well that's if every other office had penthouse features.
Seriously, the man had chandeliers. Plural. Who even needs two chandeliers in a high school office? Was he hiding a ballroom under the desk?
I sank into the leather chair that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, while Principal Wales gave me the ceremonious tired dad sigh, which seemed to be designed only for me.
"You again," he said, rubbing his temples. "Emily, your sister is exhausted. What'd you do now?"
I squinted my eyes shut, trying to remember what exactly had happened in Miss Miles's class.
I was brainstorming an awesome answer to her question. For real--but for some reason she thought I was sleeping.
I wasn't. Okay, maybe I was. But only like…educationally.
It's a smart people thing it's called super napping. Only a few people know about it.
Principal Wales sighed again, louder this time. "Wouldn't be the first time."
He flipped open my file, and I could literally feel the judgment radiating from those papers. Probably had a whole tab titled,
Suspiciously Creative Excuses
Emily Edition
Then he stopped flipping.
"Emily…" he said, eyebrow raised. "You haven't signed up for a single extracurricular."
He looked at me like I'd just confessed to committing murder. "Do you know how bad that looks on college apps?"
I shrugged. "do I really need extra credit? I mean it's not like I fail my classes or anything"
Wales sighed a third time like he was going for a world record on sighing--and leaned back in his throne of an office chair.
"You know what? You've got… fire. Ever considered karate?"
I blinked.
"Karate?"
He nodded like this was a normal Friday suggestion. "Could be good for you. Channel some of that… energy."
What he really meant was;
Please stop causing chaos in my school. Go kick things in a controlled environment instead.
And honestly? That sounded kind of appealing.
I nodded in agreement and he told me to go sign up with the club leader.
Some guy called Fort in the combat sport department office. I reluctantly dragged myself there signed up and went back to class.
Not sleeping this time.
After about a century and a half, the class finally ended and I went home after inviting Ranger for a baking expedition at my place the next day
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