Another year, another school.
Just kidding.
Surprisingly for the very first time in the history of the Collins family, we have stayed in one area for almost two years now. Would you imagine that! The Collins family in one place, hopefully for good. Congratulate us will you?
On my way to school, I bumped into the local newspaper delivery boy, Jasper. He was fairly lean with luscious tanned beach bod and pale-blond hair which matched his deep-sea blue eyes. The only thing ugly about him is that he is a bit on the short side and his face looked like puberty never wants to let him go. He was four years older than I am and was set to go to college next schoolyear. You know, chasing the typical American dream.
He rode his bicycle, threw in a bunch of rolled newspapers at the neighbors' doorsteps with accuracy, threw in some more for the next few houses, avoided an angry chihuahua (thing was the fucking devil incarnate I tell you), and pedaled his way towards our house to deliver our daily news.
"Heya Missy wassup?!" he called out as he parked his bike to a skidding halt, sending loose dirt flying. I swatted the dust away from my face like it was an insolent bug who dare touch my skin.
"Hi handsome!" I said in my flirty voice, raising the tone a bit higher than usual and made sure I put enough stress on the word handsome (even if he isn't ick), then I could bat my lashes at him. He blushed every time I did that even if I did it every time for the whole past year we've known each other. "What you got for me?"
Now, you would have thought why I would even call him handsome even if he isn't but hear me out first before you go yapping about me being such an asshole lead.
"Here I got your family's daily dose of vitamin news." He said as he threw in some papers at our doorstep. It hit just the right spot where our cat, Sir Arthur, would slip out from the cat door and pick up the papers. What? Never heard of a cat who acts like a dog? Well congratulations now you have.
"And also, how can I forget. For you pumpkin," he said as he grabbed something out from his belt bag, "A stamp for your collection, the 'Inverted Jenny'."
"Oh wow! You remembered!" Fuck, I don't remember asking for some old stamps but anyway, just gonna accept this offering. "How did you even? You didn't have to oh no, I feel so bad I imposed on you something so trivial." I continued in my flirty voice as if I was shocked and happy with the worn down tiny piece of paper.
"Well, anything for you cupcake…." He proceeded to ramble on and on about how he snuck and stole a piece of his uncle's collection, replaced it with a photocopied fake, then ran off before he was discovered. Then continued to narrate the daily gossip because he thought it was my favorite part about him that he knows so many things going on the neighborhood.
You already do know I am fond of lying and sometimes there would be certain scenarios wherein people would talk to me about something I have no idea I was interested in but I probably have lied about.
Jasper was one of those people.
"…and then Mrs. Johnson, dear Lord, bless her mortal sinful soul. Did you know she had an affair with the bartender at Fock St. Avenue?"
"No shit!" I exclaimed feigning ignorance.
I already knew that by the way.
Probably even before he heard about it.
Heck, I think I could have been the source of gossip too.
Can't really remember. Sometimes with all the lies I spout, I just magically forget.
On my way back home from school last semester, I saw them slurping at each other stark naked in her yard. They didn't know that the huge hedge that separated the lawn from the road had a small gap small enough for my size to fit in. I used to sneak in there towards the back leading to some little thicket where I use as a shortcut towards our own backyard.
Both were too busy rubbing their genitals at each other, lost in pleasure that they didn't even realize I was fucking visible in plain sight as I tiptoed away.
Well, free porn for me.
"Jasper thanks for the umm… daily news." I interrupted him. "I feel so sad but I really need to go to school now. See you again tomorrow handsome." I said as I emphasized again on the handsome part.
He isn't to be honest.
I sensed you laughing! I know I'm a liar but sometimes I do tell the truth. Really!
I waved him good-bye and he proceeded to continue with his daily rounds of delivering newspapers.
"See you around Missy!" he called out as the sun started to rise and his golden locks glowed looking like a halo was suspended just above his head.
I grabbed my roller blades and made my way to school. It was already past quarter to eight when I arrived and hurriedly changed to my school shoes, put my blades in my locker and ran to my first class just in time for Social Sciences.
This was my sophomore year and I don't want to fuck up my reputation.
But fucked up I did.
Just as I entered the classroom, I unceremoniously collided with someone and we dogpiled at the entrance for all of the class to see.
Talk about starting the year with a bang.
When I checked who I ran into, I saw an unfamiliar face of a boy who had the most beautiful bright green and blue eyes.
Wait a minute, did I say that right?
Green AND blue.
The fucker had heterochromia, the colors of his eyes so mesmerizing it was like I was uncontrollably drawn into them.
Fascinating.