Chapter 2: Birthday Boy
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Kapri's P.O.V.
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Well, Molly won. Stupid best friend using childhood promises and guilt to trick me. My best friend really knows how to play me.
Molly ended up stuffing me into Mom's little black dress. At least she let me wear my own swimsuit, but I have zero intentions of swimming. In fact, I am going to dip out of here as soon as I get the opportunity to sneak away.
Not only was Molly able to talk me into wearing this dress, she also convinced me to let her do my hair and makeup. At first, I questioned why such things needed to be done if this was a pool party. The only response I got was a scoff, followed by Molly mumbling about me not being a normal teenager.
So, I ended up with my long thick black hair hanging around me in waves. It's my natural hair, but I usually wear it up out of my face. Thankfully, Molly kept it tame on the makeup. She only applied small winged eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss. However, it's just another reason not to get in the water.
Molly pulled me through the front doors of Brooke's impossibly large house. Her parents really are loaded. This place looks more like a homey cabin resort than just a house. I wonder what it's like to live in a place like this.
"You guys made it just in time!"
I turned around at the sound of Megan's voice. She's dressed in only a very small bright orange bikini. Her short red-dyed hair is bouncing around her head as she walks. Megan's cheeks are all red, and she has a solo cup in her left hand. She really is a beautiful girl though.
Megan came rushing around the corner to us. Molly engulfed her in a hug while I stood to the side awkwardly. Then Megan wrapped her arms around me, crushing me in a tight hug.
Normally, I would be shocked. Hell, I was a bit shocked. Megan is definitely a hugger, but I am usually not on the receiving end though. However, Megan reeks of alcohol. She must be drunk.
"Just in time for what?" Molly asked.
Megan released me, and turned to Molly.
"Oh, Booke didn't tell you guys? This is the summer break party, but also a birthday party." She said.
"Who's birthday?" Molly asked.
Megan scoffed playfully.
"Only the hottest, most popular guy around." She slurred.
Oh no, please don't tell me she means-
"Maverick Penton," Megan finished.
I internally groaned. I hate that guy. He's the school's bad boy. Always riding to and from school on his motorcycle. Maverick Penton is the school's most popular boy. He doesn't do sports or other activities. He's not in a club at all. In fact, I'm not even sure he goes to school much.
Personally, I've never liked him. Not even a little bit. And I would bet that Maverick feels the same about me too.
Maverick and I have went to the same schools, had the same teachers, all for as long as I could remember. And there hasn't been one day we've gotten along. When we were kids, I guess it was a bit different. I thought we were friends for a while, but things changed one day.
As we grew, it became a bit of teasing at Maverick's end. Not that I ever let it slide. Which lead to us arguing nonstop.
When we were in the 7th grade, though, everything changed. For the better if you ask me. Maverick started to ignore me completely. I think he was too wrapped up in popularity to want to pick on me anymore. Which was great for me. I didn't have to be annoyed every day.
However, throughout high school, we had to see each other. Sometimes we had classes where we sat next to each other. All year last year his locker was right next to mine. It was annoying, and so was he. I can't even count the amount of times I've had to rudely ask him and some chick he was making out with to move.
Ultimately, every interaction I have ever had with Maverick Penton has been a bad one. I'm not celebrating that jerk's birthday with him. I'll just leave before-
Suddenly, Megan grabbed mine and Molly's hands, and started to drag us through the house.
"Come on, they're about to sign happy birthday." She said.
Ugh!
Megan pulled us around a corner, and through a doorway that led to a kitchen. There are tons of people inside already singing happy birthday. I can see Maverick's stupid smug smile from here.
It really is no wonder that the boy is popular with the ladies. I hate to admit it, but Maverick is actually really attractive. His looks are ridiculously phenomenal.
Maverick Penton has chestnut brown, thick, luscious hair. His eyes are a beautiful honey brown that sparkle in the evening sunlight. And don't even get me started on how great his body is. The boy works out every morning before school. His abs are hard as rocks. Maverick is also extremely tall, at 6'8.
All of this I know, because there isn't a single girl in our whole school that doesn't gossip about him. These are not things I ever wanted to know about that irritating jacka.ss, but here we are. And here I am in the corner of the kitchen, probably looking as awkward as I feel, while everyone claps for the birthday boy.
I watched our school's 'it' girl Savannah wrap her arms around Maverick's neck, and pull him down for a kiss. Which he absolutely accepted. What a fu.cking tool. He was literally in the coffee shop I work at last night with another girl. I don't get what girls see in this guy.
I turned around and wandered out of the kitchen. This place is absolutely stunning. I wonder what it was like to grow up in a place like this. One day I'll be able to give this all to my mom. Maybe then she'll really see her worth and stop dating losers.
"What are you doing up here geek?"
I jumped at the sound of that voice.
"Goddamn it, Maverick. You nearly gave me a heart attack you a.ss." I complained.
Maverick rolled his brown eyes.
"I see you're just as sweet as ever loser. Now what are you doing here?" He asked.
"Brooke invited me." I said with a frown.
"I didn't mean to the party i***t. I thought you were supposed to be smart. I'm asking why you're up here. The second floor is off limits. There are bedrooms downstairs if you're trying to find someone willing enough to fu.ck you." Maverick said.
My jaw dropped.
"How.. Just.. What.. Wh-who.." I tripped over my words.
Maverick chuckled as he took a step closer to me. I took a step back, and he took another, until my back was to the wall. Great, now I'm trapped.
"You've really grown this year." He said as he looked me up and down. "Hell, I'd even take you into a room if you wanted to nerd," Maverick said as he clicked his tongue.
I scoffed as I pushed on his chest. Maverick didn't move an inch. Stupid rock hard abs.
"Do you really work out every morning before school?" I blurted out.
Sh.it.
Maverick chuckled.
"Same old Kapri I see." He muttered as he pulled away from me.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Tell me what you're doing up here, or I'm going to kick you out." He said.
Maveric crossed his arms over his chest. I raised a brow at him. Is this supposed to be intimidating to me?
"Don't threaten me with a good time." I said with a laugh.
Maverick just stared at me expectantly.
"You're such a bully," I said.
Maverick only blinked at me.
I sighed, defeated.
"I didn't realize I came up here. I was looking at the art on the walls. Then there were all the cute family pictures, and before I knew it, I was up here. I really didn't mean it. But if I must go, I guess that'll be that." I said dramatically as I walked passed Maverick.
"You really haven't changed at all," he said, chuckling.
I turned my head to frown at him.
"I've changed," I argued.
"Nope." Maverick said. "You're still the same annoying little girl with her head stuck in a book. Bookworm."
"I am not a little girl," I stated.
"You still look little to me," he said as he peered over me.
"That's because you're ridiculously tall," I argued.
"That doesn't make you any less of a little girl," Maverick said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse you, but I am a woman now. You are the one that hasn't changed," I said.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder, and started walking down the hallway. I can feel Maverick hot on my heels. Stupid jerk. Why is he even following me?
"At least I'm not a virgin," he retorted.
"At least I'm not a who.re." I said sweetly.
I walked down the stairs, and headed for the door that Molly and I walked in through. I'll have to text her on my way home. Hopefully, she won't be too mad at me. At least she has other friends here.
"You really are a pain in my a.ss. I can't stand you." Maverick complained, though he sounded bored.
I grabbed the doorknob on the front door, and turned to give Maverick a bored look.
"Then go find a seat." I said sarcastically.
Maverick glared at me.
"Bye now." I said sweetly.
Then I opened the door, and walked five miles home.
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