Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 2

Also, boys practically fell at her feet. I was always surprised at this because that never happened to me. Not that I was bad-looking or anything...I was just pretty much sarcastic and suspicious all the time. You never know with guys and the way they think.

To give you a better picture of myself, I have light brown hair and dark green eyes with coronas of russet lashes curling on my eyelids. Also, I have this annoying dot (a cleft) on my chin that I'd never be able to erase in a million years. I was also too tall for my seventeen-year-old age.

It was a good thing I wasn't the only one who was tall -- so was Viv, who had the same five-foot-eleven height like me. I should've had a boyfriend by now, I know. But hey, I hadn't found the right person yet.

"All right, people," Viv announced, taking the bottle from me, "we are going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Any complaints?"

Everyone started hooting, especially the guys. No one complained, really. They were all excited. I could see girls and guys winking at each other in their places; some actually crossed their fingers as to let the bottle spin to their choices when their time came up.

"Is anyone missing?" Everyone's head swiveled back and forth, their bodies slightly twisting to the side, looking for anyone amidst the large bedroom of Vivian's mansion.

Viv and I lived in San Ricardo, California. A place where the beach was bliss and the air was pure -- and people thirsting, crawling on the hot desert sand, birds pooping everywhere...

Okay, so that was technically coming from my imagination, but San Ricardo would have been like my thoughts if the city had gone careless, you know. I'd always had lengthy imaginations. Couldn't help it.

"Wazzuuup, Mic?" the guys hollered, grinning widely as they saw the last guest of the party enter the room with an urban manner and careless abandon.

"Hi, Michaeeeel...," the girls cooed, sitting in more revealing positions, fixing their hair and batting their lashes.

They made me sick. Ridiculous.

Viv saw my disgusted expression, elbowing me. "He is hot, you know," she whispered, chuckling. "I certainly wouldn't mind having him as my boyfriend."

I really didn't think the last sentence was meant for me to hear, but I didn't care.

Standing in the doorway, looking impeccably bored, was Michael Cutting, class heartthrob. Ugh. Him again...

He had jet-black hair that was cropped, with the front looking like it was done by the BedHead Tigi company itself that guys tried hard to do with their own hair -- it was really the kind of 'do that a rogue or playboy achieves without any effort whatsoever. He had eyes like hot, liquid silver; a long, straight, patrician nose, with a strong jaw and nice, kissable lips.

You could say he was gorgeous. In fact, every girl called him that secretly behind his back or, if they were brazen enough, they'd say that right to his handsome face.

He was the guy every boy wanted to be; the guy every girl wanted to date.

The guy I thought was a total jerk.

Oh, you might be wondering why I hated him, right? After that little prologue I did as an introduction, I ended it with a little cliff-hanger. Rude, yes, but it was all within good reason. Most if all because I was still trying to recover from it.

Viv and Michael's best friend (also the jerk's cousin), Frederick Kneap, set me and Michael up on a blind date last year, remember?

I was all shy and stuff when our traitorous friends made plans for us to meet up on a pier. It was kind of nice at first. You know, the wind blowing our hair, our gazes locked, and he was about to kiss me for the first time...

Until I'd accidentally sneezed on Michael's face. He had begun telling me his face smelled weird and it was wet with snot -- and that was where I'd felt so offended that I just had to step on his foot. Hard. He had given a little yelp in agony, making me satisfied with what I'd done.

When I'd turned on my heel and walked away, he'd said, "Oh no, you don't!" then ran toward me with lightning speed, clutching my arm.

He apologized but it was really said through clenched teeth, which wasn't very sincere at all. I slapped his chest when he'd said I should've said sorry too, but my pride was never going to allow me to do just that. Besides, it wasn't my fault that I sneezed!

...And that was the most romantic date I'd ever experienced in my entire life.

Considering Michael being my first date, it was the only thing that came to my mind.

"All the more fun for the guys, right?" She turned her head toward the boys, hooting and laughing.

My face was impassive. "No, seriously."

She, on the other hand, rolled her eyes, then sighed. "You can spin it again till it points to a guy."

With a deep breath, I touched the bottle and began to spin it. It spun and spun and spun until I really got tired of looking at it, actually. Even I saw Michael look away and gaze out the window, yawning. But not the others. They were all crossing their fingers -- well, the guys anyway. The girls merely chatted about some show or just gazing longingly at Sir Jerk-A-Lot who was yawning again.

"Come on, already!" Frederick and Viv said in unison, making me snap back to attention. The spinning still hadn't ceased to end.

I stared at Vivian oddly while she gave a sheepish giggle. "Fun game, huh?" she said meekly.

"Yeah," I said, blinking. "Fun."

Suddenly, there was a loud slap on the carpeted floor and a bounce in the air.

"YES!" Frederick boomed, pumping his fist like he'd won the lottery. The other guys rolled their eyes, telling him that he wasn't even the one chosen.

"Oh, I knew that. Just...er...happy the bottle stopped?"

Somehow, my eyes narrowed dangerously into slits, knifing Frederick with my stare. Even Michael did the same. And somehow, his answer to the boys rather sounded like a question than a statement.

This was what Viv and Frederick had been meaning to do, wasn't it? They wanted me and Michael to be in the closet and see if there'd be another "spark," if you can call my last date with the jerk "romantic."

I'd kill Viv. I'd come to her bedroom at night and skin her like a fish until she told me that she wanted Michael and me to be together --