By the time Noah had stopped talking the traffic had become less congested and tears barreled down his face.
Angela was silent and stared at Noah as he hiccuped.
She reached to the back seat for her purse and pulled out some tissues and handed them to him.
"Here," she said coldly. Noah looked at the tissues and sniffed one more time before gently taking them from her hand.
He wiped his tears and turned back to Angela with red eyes.
"So...you happy now?" Noah asked raspily.
Angela's head drooped down, " *Sigh* Look, I didn't mean to, you know." She sighed while scratching her neck uncomfortably.
"Just drop it! Okay!? I don't need any comforting words, or help, or anything like that! I don't except for you to understand since you get everything you want and only have what rich people call 'struggles'.
But I just don't, *SIGH* what am I even doing trying to explain this to you!? Just, leave it alone okay?" Noah groaned and crossed his arms over his chest.
Angela was silent once again. Then she removed her sunglasses with another large sigh.
Noah looked over at her and cringed at the sight. "Holy shit! You look like hell!" He yelled.
Angela's eyes were ready to seep into the back of her skull. She had bags upon black circles on her droopy eyes.
"I just got some VERY concerning news on a certain patient and I spent all night and morning trying to figure out some way to help." Angela enunciated exasperatedly.
"I don't think that's considered 'rich people struggles' more than it's considered doctor struggles." She said with a slight chuckle.
While Noah pressed his body into the seat biting his lip to suppress the feeling of a jackass. He was so quick to judge her and he knew what that felt like.
"You shouldn't do that ya' know. Had a guy bite off his lip like that. Fucking mess, that guy was." She tried her best to make her words out like a joke.
But Noah still couldn't help the pressure steadily building inside his chest. He wanted to apologize but he just couldn't spit it out.
Angela looked over to him with a gloomy look, " Ok, look. Zoey is the first person who wanted to be my friend. Yet she never asked me for anything or wanted me to pay for some expensive hangout.
I can tell she's different from the other kiss asses. So I knew that I should try my best to hold on to her. So I also knew I should get along with people she was close to.
But when I saw you kick the crap out of that corrupt ass doctor. I knew I wanted to get along with you too. Since I don't have that many friends like you and Zoey.
In fact, I have none at all." She said her last sentence a bit soulless.
"Gee, I wonder why? Do you always kidnap your friends and force them to tell their personal stuff? Because that might be a deal-breaker!" Noah chirped sarcastically seeming to completely bury his guilt.
Angela let out a small snort at this.
This time Noah was the one who to stare at Angela before continuing in a more serious tone, " See here, Zoey is my girl, my wing woman, my BFF, and the wind beneath my wings. So I'm gonna protect her and prevent anything or anyone from hurting her.
So if you do anything in any way, I will not hesitate to do everything above my power to bring you down into hell with me."
Angela felt her lips quirk up, Noah was like a bite-sized big brother. She chuckled at her own thoughts.
"But, you also helped put my girl and me, and you're a really good person. So, I don't mind working on being friends with you. As long as you don't mind working with me, " he said sheepishly with a bit of pink dusting his cheeks.
There was an awkward silence that would drive the most serene person into a nervous sweat.
"I'd like that Noah, I really would. Oh, and would you look at that, perfect timing, traffic's finally starting to move." She beamed.
Slowly the car started to move and Noah realized he forgot to ask an obvious question, " Wait, where are we going anyway?"
"To your place. I thought in an attempt to become your friend I should take you home and treat you. Plus, we had plans to hang out today remember? Why not start now?
Zoey has classes for a couple of hours. So this could be the perfect time to get to know each other.
Also, I have ice cream in a cooler in the trunk, and since you just turned twenty and you're of legal drinking age I brought wine coolers." She beamed.
Noah looked at her with a smirk, " Ok, I'll give you a point for that. But how did you know how old-? *Ah* I forgot who I was talking to."
Angela chuckled, " *Haha* You don't have to say it, I know you get embarrassed. You know, I'm great, I know I'm great.
And I'm also best friend material?"
Noah smiled and scoffed, " *Scoff* Don't push it doc."
"*Hahaha*" Angela let out a big laugh as she stepped on the gas pedal, speeding to Noah's place.
With both of them smiling like the sun but Angela's thoughts quickly turned gloomy.
"Damn, he's already been through so much. How is he gonna react when he finds out that Zoey's been poisoned!?" She groaned in her head and clamped the steering wheel tightly in her hands.
"*Hah hoo* Alright, I'll just have to tell Zoey tonight. When she gets there, I'll wait till we're alone, pull her aside, and then insist we start treatment.
While I don't know what kind of poison she was infected with. I can still keep her alive until I find out which poison it was. Then Noah, her, and I can just hang out and be the best of friends.
Okay, that's what I'm gonna do.
Everything's gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine. *Haa hoo-hah hoo*" Angela recited to herself and looked emotionlessly at the road ahead.
"Everything's gonna be fine."
(At Zoey's School)
Zoey walked down the halls of her school with all eyes on her once again and very loud but hushed talking.
But this time, the whispers weren't haughty sneers or disrespectful comments.
They were mostly gushing about how Zoey looked so amazing.
Zoey, however, didn't really get it though. Was it because she had more confidence or she had different fashion sense from the previous host of this body.
Zoey wore black pants with elaborate star shapes cut out on the knees that exposed her skin, a black halter top that covered her neck, a black vest with pointed corners at the bottom, and all-black knee-high sneakers.
This outfit elaborated on Zoey's already magnificent curves, making others lose control of their salivation.
She had also switched her bag to single strapped gray shoulder satchel, and her hair done in a complex bun with a web of braids woven into her scalp and no bangs.
Zoey rolled her eyes at the annoying little flies and sped up her pace to get to her class faster.
"*Ugh*, the last thing I wanna be is popular. Their just clothes, calm down!"
She puffed out a breath as she just got here and was already so exhausted. "I spent almost a good two hours torturing a guy and you parasites already sucked half the life outta me.
Damn, I hate teens! I don't care if their eighteen or whatever they're still dumb and think with their crotches.
*Sigh* I miss my smart little honeybun. I wanna cuddle him so bad." Zoey grumbled to herself and went into the class daydreaming of squishing little Cody's cheeks without his dad getting in the way.
The once rambunctious class immediately ceased their babbling and pointed their interest towards Zoey.
Their chins hit the floor and watched as Zoey calmly strode to her seat and quietly removed her bag.
"Holy shit! Is that Zoey!?"
"Damn! I don't know how I missed that ass!"
"How did I not notice she was so thick!"
"OMG! I love that outfit!"
"We should take her with us next time we go shopping!"
"Fuck it I'm bi!"
Zoey rolled her eyes once again and clicked her tongue. "Noisy little bitches, " Zoey spat to herself. "Now I'm suddenly not a fat cow!? Man shut up!" She spat again.
Zoey decided to pass the time by writing in her notebook.
She took out a large white spiral notebook with cute golden designs on the front and back.
{Notebook writing}
To prevent people from reading it Zoey wrote her words upside down and backwards.
{Stone gave me a great idea.
First, in my quest for revenge, I'll most likely leave behind perfectly good pawns. So will the antagonists. So I should track down everyone I've left behind and break what needs breaking. Fix what needs fixing. And just turn them into my own little army. That part should be obvious by now.
Second, I had been mulling over on how to get away from the male leads. Then Stone pointed out that a girl helped/ now potential pawn, Katherine seems to also be a female lead.
She's one of those innocent/stubborn types. If she was to be rescued by a male lead he would most likely be a CEO or gangster or both.
They would either force her into being with them. She would fall in love. Blah, blah, blah, and a bunch of dumbass storylines later and I wanna puke my guts out.
But this also leads to something else he said. If there's more than one female lead, I can find a replacement female lead for all the male leads.
There are certain factors to consider when it comes to a female lead.
1st: There's the personality. It's either ranging from arrogant, stubborn, tough, and smart.
All the way to sweet, dumb, passive, and naive. There's not really a gray area there but sometimes the circumstances could be special.
2nd: Then there are looks. Most of the time they're flawless with a sizeable chest and ass and tiny waist. Either cute then revealed to be sexy or sexy then revealed to be cute.
Other times female leads actually have bigger bodies that they are teased for being fat. Or have large birthmarks or freckles or scars that they get rid of and become 'beautiful'.
Once! Just once I want to read about a curvy female lead.
Anyway, there's also hair and eye color. A good amount of them, not most, like me, have odd colored hair and eyes.
Having odd colored hair and eyes is not exactly rare but it's kinda uncommon.
The birthrate for people with odd-colored hair worldwide is 35%. So there are approximately 2,660,000,000 with strangely colored hair. In this city alone there are about 200,000 people and only a couple thousand have such looks.
So if I were to go for a run I'd definitely turn some heads. It's only by the author's choice that I'm constantly surrounded by people with hair all colors of the rainbow.
Then the birthrate for eyes is 32%, 2,432,000,000 worldwide and obviously, there are even fewer people in this city who have eyes like that too.
The birthrate for both is 2,280,000,000, again even fewer people in the city who look like that.
It's not a guarantee that a female lead will have those qualities but there's a good likelihood they will.
3rd: The family. Lots of female leads have very shitty, abusive, 'families'. Either step, adopted, or blood-related they constantly abuse her in almost every way.
Nice and supportive families exist but don't really come up that often in normal novels. They mostly exist in reincarnation novels.
4th: Money situations. Either very poor from birth or driven into debt. Leaving them desperate to get out of their situation. Blah, blah, already know what happens next.
That's basically the gist of it without getting too complicated.
I should make a list of potential soldiers and replacements. Hey! Why can't they be both!?}
Zoey then started to list a few people in her notebook when she felt someone sit next to her. The smell of Axe body spray, weed, beer, and Doritos smashed into her nostrils. Whoever sat next to her definitely belonged in a frat.
She was just opting to ignore whoever sat there but then a man's voice pinged against her ear, " Hey, beautiful." Zoey cringed away as he got closer to her.
She took such a deep inhale her lungs almost popped and dug her nails into her table. "Author, if this is payback for me constantly breaking the fourth wall and cursing you. I might just become sexist. Not..one..girl..to hit one me and you still pull this shit!
Fuck. You. Too." Zoey cursed me, uh- I mean, Uh. No, wait, third person, third person!
*Ahem* Zoey cursed in her head and dramatically turned to the man sitting next to her.