What is your name?
- Amelia Bryans.
How old are you?
- 17 years old.
Are you happy?
Of course not. You'll always be the loser who doesn't do anything.
I screamed and jumped out of bed. I was drenched in sweat again. Disgusting I know. Why mum turns off the air conditioner in the whole house is beyond me. It's not even winter yet. Damn my stupidness and insecurities. It always gives me nightmares.
"Amelia, you'll be late for school," mum stood at the door to my bedroom now, her arms crossed. "I don't want you missing out any days in your senior year."
"Yes mum," I try to be as obedient as I can. I get dressed in my usual black skinnies and a frilly red top. I brushed my hair straight and walked to the kitchen... cereal for breakfast.
I heard the doorbell ring and in a few seconds my best friend Carla was standing beside me, pouring herself a cup of mum's morning coffee.
"I'm so sleepy..." she whined as she sat down next to me. "Ready for school?" She asked as she took a sip of the disgustingly bitter coffee my mum loved.
"Hello to you too," I mumbled.
She ignored me. "Come on... We got to go." She grabbed the cereal bowl - still full - from me and placed it near the sink.
"I'm hungry!" I protested.
She shrugged. "I'm driving, so get your fat ass up."
I sighed and we both walked out together like newly turned zombies. I hate Mondays. Carla yawned for the 5th time that day.
"So, let me tell you about this year's plan."
Oh yes. We made up this weird game... we call the 'betting game'. Our group... which consists of Bryan, James, Carla and I... started this game in 8th grade. We choose a person from the group and make them do something. If they're able to do it they get 100 bucks from each... a total of 300.
This year it's my turn. Carla decided beforehand that the last person to play the game... which is me, will get the hardest mission. Well, I love anything challenging.
"Remember Tyler Collins?" She began. We drove to school with a rather bored expression on our face, but the moment she said his name I laughed.
Of course I remember that egotistical bastard. I mean, who doesn't? He's the school's most popular hottie. He's tall, a little tanned, light brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, plays basketball and has perfect six packs that girls always talk about touching. Well, he's not all that great.
If there's one thing I know about him... it's that he made a lot of girls cry. He pushes past me in the hallway without even a word. He ignores me like I'm a fly. He makes my group feel like shit. Why? Because we're not popular like him.
"Of course I know him." We reached school at that exact moment. James, and Bryan were standing next to our usual parking spot, their arms crossed.
"You didn't say anything, did you?" Bryan asked.
"Not yet," was Carla's reply. Second week of Senior year and I feel like an outcast.
"The bet has something to do with Mr. Bastard. Please tell me you want me to throw pasta on his face for the rest of the year or that you want me to bomb his house-"
"Actually..." James interrupted, "We were thinking something different. More... challenging."
I waited for them to continue as we made our way to the lockers. Carla took a deep breath and smiled. "You, my dear, are on a mission to make Tyler, the hottie bastard fall head over heels for you."
I froze and when I saw their smiles I let out a shaky laugh. "Very funny guys."
"No, we're serious Mia. We'll give you the advantage of dumping him after he's fallen for you. Serves him right for breaking so many girl's hearts."
"It's a challenge. Come on, Mia... you love challenges," Bryan grinned.
"You're backing out without even giving it a try? You out of all of us... backing out?" James sighed.
"Hey! You guys didn't have such a stupid bet!!"
"OMG!! Mia, look who's coming," Carla gasped.
I turned and frowned as Tyler walked towards me with his basketball team. A group of hot basketball players walking towards me.
"You're blocking my locker shorty," is what the bastard said, the moment he stood in front of me. Shorty? Seriously?! He's the one who's tall as a giraffe. I'm a good 5'5. I'm not exactly short!! Or maybe I am... but it's also the fact he's 6'2 that makes him look more intimidating than he actually is.
"Whatever," was my smart reply before moving away. Huh? How come I just noticed that his locker is only 5 lockers away from mine? Ugh! Stupid, egotistical, bastard.
"I'll do it," I said. "I'll crush him."
Carla grinned. "Then we're going to the party Brianna is throwing tonight. He's definitely going to be there. You have to start making your move."
"How much am I getting for this?" I said with a sigh.
"300... take it or leave it," Bryan butt in. I glared at him and he shrugged with a smile.