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"It's okay to be scared. being scared means you're about to do something brave."

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CHAPTER-01-Zombie Of Love

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Maybe this evening isn't supposed to end like how it is happening already. The sexiest (stupidest) guy, I ever came across is holding blaze in his electric blue eyes and surprisingly he is standing in the front porch of my house.

Skyler Foster. The guy who took an impressive mission of chasing me to the hell.

It isn't raining outside but his Grey color tee-shirt is thoroughly wet, his muscles are prominently getting structured from underneath his completely soaked attire. His, soft, brown hair is immersed in water, making it fall sharply till his forehead which ultimately makes him look more sexier than ever before. His soft pink lips look wet-sensual after a drop of water fell down, tracing it.

Meanwhile, I'm standing in my loose tee shirt and pair of pajamas with Disney characters printed on it and also staring at him with incredulity crossing over my face.

"May I kiss you?" He asks but there's also a hint of urge in his words which I cannot deny till any possibility.

So you might be thinking that how could a hot, sexy hunk is standing at the front door of a girl who actually looks totally dumb and fool because of pajamas she's wearing.

But don't forget to remind yourself about the world famous quote, "Don't judge the book by its cover." So let's get to the beginning that how a bad-guy fell for an insane girl of his school.

"MABEL!!!!"

I hear a screeching shout more than a call when I'm sauntering in the hallway towards my locker, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I turn to see my Best-friend, Zoe running towards me and as soon as she reaches to her destination means till 'me', she is already exhausted but as she is loaded with tons of drama she definitely exaggerates.

"From which Zombie you running from?" I ask with a look which describes I'm-fed-up-with-all-dramas. Especially over dramas... But come'on!! this is high school and we are teenagers... Whom else you are expecting to act dramatic?

And my life had too experienced a fascinating drama.... and it happened few weeks back around. I got a rejection. I wish, I was lying. It was a horrible experience.

Who was that lucky guy who got the chance to reject me? The one and only Drake Flynn.

And since here every drama gets started actually Drake was the one who forced my guts to confess my feelings to him because he was the one who first flashed me all cheeky smiles and winks during our classes, his friends were the first to tease him whenever he came to me to ask something or just to talk which also made both of us smile like an idiots. But my hormones were too boasted to ignore his mix signals. I thought...maybe... we may end up together. I was dumb, don't get me wrong but now I know what most guys are like.

He is just like Draco Lucius Malfoy of my insane not magical but dull world, who made my life complete bullshit since the day when I texted him about my feelings.

mab.rivera - I wanted to tell you this thing, lately.

I also waited for his reply but when I didn't get response to him in the next five minutes, I texted him again (I should have killed myself rather than texting him that night)

mab.rivera - Actually, I've got a crush on you

As I typed those letters and clicked on send, I partially hoped for a good response because as I knew about him, he was cute, funny and one of the admiring guy of our school. But the millions of meteors fell down on me that night as I got the notification of him probably in fifteen minutes.

theofficialdrakeflynn - its okay, it happens

And hopes immediately graved in my heart as I read those words. I don't know what might have others done after reading this text but I felt... miserable, embarrassed but first and foremost W-T-F? What does he mean by 'It happens' ? Does he even have some respect to someone's feelings or he was just being a narcissist about the fact that girls actually die to see him. Though I knew it was the lamest way to confess something but come'on, I just thought of not making it cliche. A powerful rage ran through my body and instantly I texted him back.

mab.rivera - dont you wanna say something else?

I don't know what exactly I was even expecting from him.

P.S: Mabel made a note in her mind to never text any guy first.

theofficialdrakeflynn - what else should i even say....

I wanted to kill myself before regretting my whole life for crushing on this guy.

Reality struck hard, I was so wrong about him and his feelings towards him.

mab.rivera - I wasn't even hoping this much of chivalrous response! Thanks!

I immediately blocked him before getting any harsh text in response which would have activated the volcano of regret inside me. I just declared that night--I would die single and won't allow any guy to flow in my life and knock the shit of any affection or attraction from me ever again.

But it didn't happen that way because I forgot, I was still in my adolescence stage.

The next morning was mundane until I said everything to Zoe Stewart. She is one of the weirdest girl of our high school, she also got some crazy handshakes with her few guy-friends. Her drama club is her army of weirdos. They could pull a strike if things doesn't work according to them.

She is too interactive and also loaded with cuteness, her plus points are her chubby face and her bright brown eyes. Her -always happy- face even made few boys fall for her. Even if she has that cool-weird personality doesn't mean she doesn't date any guy because she has dated not many but countable boys.

I remember when she told me about her first kiss, I burst out of joy as if we were talking about my kids, not hers. The hopes even started rising inside my half delicate and half curious heart that I would too get someone whom I could actually kiss in those summer morning breeze but maybe I am the isolated girl of my school.

Even the geeks never asked me out maybe cause they knew I was bad at Calculus albeit I'm also busy in my world waiting for someone like Prince of my dreams who will be very much respectful, caring, obviously loving. But I guess, the destiny really wants me to die single or probably I should stop day dreaming like a lil girl after all the fairyland doesn't exits.

I told Zoe about Drake's text and you won't believe what she did next. She pulled her sweatshirt sleeves up till her elbows and tied her black hair up in a ponytail and strode towards Drake and threw a massive punch on his face.

That's my best friend, total bullshit. I told you high school is a never ending dramatic series to the humankind.

Zoe never thinks anything practically about the consequences and ends up making things dramatic (credits to her drama club)

Zoe always tells me that she cares about me (a lot). We have that accurate five months difference in our age which ultimately makes me older than her and also another attack to my brain that she is younger than me and already have kissed a guy.

"Literally wow!" I exclaimed when I saw her yelling shits at Drake, she was more anxious than me towards my chats with Drake. She bit the hell out of him and his friends, who were trying to explain that they were just messing with Drake by teasing him before. She sauntered back towards me with a smirk on her face as if she's exiting a scene where a second later a blast gonna happen, She took the big bite of her pizza (Thank god this incident has became a history in our high school) and I almost forgot to add that my best friend is obsessed with Pizza.

But life isn't really fair to me, it always wants to pinch me little in a while but this time it punched me, At the moment when Zoe punched Drake, she was noticed by a guy, who is the member of the bad-boys group ( I don't remember who the fuck gave them this title of honour), they are the special-edition-squad of our high school (I told you Drake was just the beginning of everything) and more interestingly, that bad-boy actually defines it love-at-first-sight when he saw Zoe punching Drake. How even it is romantic?

His name is Dylan Rodriguez, the massive idiotic character of my story who fell for my best friend and in fact because of whom my life fucked me.

Dylan Rodriguez is our high school girl's favorite topic of their gossips where they talk about his cuteness because Dylan has the cheekiest smile and wildest green eyes in our high-school which also has the power to make girls go swooning right in front of him.

But my Zoe is different she doesn't like this 'bad boys' squad at all and when she got to know that Dylan is crushing on her, she decided to come to me screaming.

"A Zombie of love is running after me!!!" Zoe yells, exaggerating that she is breathing heavily.

"What do you mean!!"

"Dylan Rodriguez!!"

"What that stupid did!!"

"I got to know that he likes me!!" She yells, pointing at herself.

"What!"

"What?"

"What!" Before we would have gotten confused with 'whats!' I shout, "Stop it! First, you breathe!"

She takes a long breath and exhales relaxing, "He asked for my number and said," She pauses and tries to modulate her voice, little manly, "Let's hang out tonight." Again she pauses and clears her throat and continuous in her actual voice, "And I didn't give him my number!"

"SO what you did?" I ask, calmly.

"I... I.. camerunningtoyou!!"

"What!" This time I yell.

"I. Came. Running. To. You!" She replies.

Before I could have said something, a disciple of hell, tousle my brunette hair, playfully from behind and my reflexes immediately make me twirl to place a sharp slap on his hand because I've said him thousands of times to not touch my hair, BUT! It never reaches to his core of brain.

Meet Ryan Rivera, my cousin all over from Florida.

"Ryan!!!!" I shout while he just flashes his ever flaunting smirk standing with his best friend Carlos Lopez.

These both play pain-in-my-ass roles in my life.

Welcome to my other phase of life!