"Like OMFG! He is SO sexy, gorgeous and amazingly hot. His sexy eyebrows and body is worth dying for. I would die for him 500 times, if that was possible. His winks and smiles are so bright its blinding me. I saw him first and claimed it as mine. MINE! He doesn't have a 4 pack, not a 6 pack- but an effing 8 pack," I fangirled.

Who wouldn't? Arabian guys are the hottest guys in the whole middle east. And here I am questioning about what I am doing with my life.

"He is like another Zen Milk," claimed Nikita. Yup, I would have to agree with that statement.

Well you see, Nikita and I were discussing about hot and sexy Arabian guys. They are die worthy. When I grow older, I will marry one.

"That's the best part. If we can't have the Zen Milk, there are more duplicates of him. So we have one for every fan girl. Sadly, they don't match him perfectly. No one can beat Zen Milk," claimed Liv. Where did she come from?

"Um... how do you here our conversation?" asked Nikita, a little wierded out.

Liv then thought about how she came here. Wait don't tell me! She came here to listen.

"No, I was giving the teacher my handout. I finished it early," she calmly stated. Then she left to her seat.

I thought you could come up with better excuses, Liv. What have I been teaching you? I placed my palm at my forehead. Is it me or is Nikita looking a little red. Never mind that.

"Where was I? Oh hot Arabian guys. My mom said that I could marry them. I was like 'mom, if I am going to be a part of arranged marriage, you better get a hot, sexy, rich Arabian guy for me to marry.' And guess what! She actually started researching on that. Calling every relative she knew. It is a dream come true." I fantasized. I am lucky to have a mom like mine's. My cliché life is becoming real.

Alex's Mental Checklist on Marrying Hot Guys

Got a hot guy? Not yet.

Is he Arabian? Better be.

Is he rich? Duh, of course he is.

Does he own mansion and like 5 Mercedes? He is rich. What do you expect?

Is he kind and loving? How am I supposed to know? I did not meet him yet!

There. My mental checklist is almost done. Am I too young for marriage? Well, yeah. I'm still in 8th grade and 13. Why else would I be fantasizing?

What, can I get married now? They did that in the old times. Around the 1960s and around that time.

"You are lucky, Alex," interrupted Nikita. How dare she? I was dreami- oh that's not part of the script? Oh. Wait what script? What the hell am I thinking about. Well, that's what I get for watching a don't judge me video featuring hot Arabian guys.

"I know. I have the best mom in the world," I boasted. NIkita then gave me a dirty look.

"Right and I never heard a complaint about your mom coming from your mouth," retorted Nikita. Now that you think about it, I kinda do.

I looked at Nikita. I feel like I heard a pin drop. Now this is kinda awkward. Stop staring at me Nikita! I turned away from the awkwardness.

"Retarded, stop talking about your boyfriend. No one cares if you have one," said Sky. So now he wants to butt into the conversation. Stop bothering me and my fantasies that will never come true.

"No one was really talking to you, Sky. This is my life and dreams I am discussing about," I said and then looked shock.

Sky looked very angry and annoyed. Is he jealous? Na. He can't be, right?

"Look retarded, I'm just stating the fact. Talk somewhere else about your boring life," he brushed off. God. What is his problem? I didn't do anything and he was like shut up.

"Jeez, you don't even care. Go think about McKenzie," I muttered. Wait! Don't go think about McKenzie. Just go talk with anyone else besides her. That day just brings me shivers.

Flashback:

"Were you talking about me behind MY back?" asked McKenzie cornering me. She gave me a very dangerous aura, ready to kill me.

"Um..." I trailed off with the loss of words. She couldn't possibly know. The hangout conversation was supposed to be private. Unless...

"Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t! This just got real!" squealed Abigail. Thanks for the support Abigail. No need to do that. I thought you were on my side.

"You know better than to talk behind my back, Alex. Why would my name come out of your annoying mouth of yours?" she threatened. I glanced around, frozen in fear. Who tattled on me! Who did? What is you NIkita? Nah. You Jane? I don't think so. Liv? She knows better. So who?

Liv then happened to walk by. "Alex never talked behind your back," she claimed.

"Was anyone talking to you? No, I don't think so. So shut up. This is my conversation with Alex," she claimed. Liv looked a little pissed off. Nikita and Jane just glared at McKenzie. Right now, I can't trust anyone.

"Jeez. What is her problem," muttered Jane. She has done it. McKenzie's cord snapped.

"What dO You ThInk iS mY ProblEm? THis PerSon Has BeEN TalKIng BEhinD My BAcK!" she raged. Someone need to get some marshmallows. That rage of hers can create a good campfire.

Was she expecting me to say anything? I was about to say anything until she started ranting.

"I better not hear my name come out of your mouth. If you do, I will f*cking slap you. You know me and I will slap you without hesitation. I also a group of people who would love to gang up on you. Consider it lucky I'm letting you go for now," she said in a menacing voice.

Flashback end

That day when McKenzie went and threatened me. It was scary and frightening. Luckily that was over. Unlike some people *cough* *cough* Christine *cough* *cough Dylan.

What should I do with my life? Everyone is on the chrome books. Everyone except me. I logged on and went straightly went to Wattpad.

Well you can't judge me. After all, what are you doing right now? Mhm, so bish, you ain't talking. Where was I, oh yes.

The minute I logged onto Wattpad, I was bombarded with messages.

"Seriously," I muttered with an anime sweat drop. What? I had to. Who else besides me gets bombarded with emails with Liv. Why in the world would she chatting with me here?

Actually... it does make sense. We can't go on hangouts. It doesn't fully load so... yeah. Curse this internet. This school is messed up.

Which school has internet that wants no one to use it? This school does. Lets see, Pandora, Netflix, hangouts, YouTube, and so many more are blocked. It does not make sense. Why would they block the necessary things in life.

I turned around to look at Liv. She was reading a book.

"Liv!" I whisperingly shouted. She however was not listening. I sadly looked at my pencil.

"Bye bye Mr. Pencil," I said as I threw it to Liv. She surprisingly caught it and then threw it back to me. Does that girl have a sixth sense. No, she can't. I then walked over and through Jessie's book bag at her.

"Ow," she said and then glared at me, "that hurt badly."

"Well I was calling you for a verrrry long time," I claimed. I was calling her for the past minute.

"Go back to doing your work. I have a book to finish," she said and then tuned me out. Are you kidding me. What is it with people getting angry at me these days.

I went to google images and search up Arabian guys. OMG! They are so hot. I feel like I am going to die from all this.

" Look Nikita! They are so hot!" I sqeuled. If you think I'm cray cray, look at Nikita. She was drooling at the sight.

"Retarded, stop showing people inappropriate pictures of your boyfriend," said Sky. W-what. Did he say boyfriend? The only boyfriend I can try to get is him why is he acting like this?

"So this is my boyfriend," I said showing him the pic. I watched as Sky became light red. What was that again? red+ white is... PINK! The color that everyone hates! Well not everyone. Sky does not look good with this shade. Did he put on blush? I don't think so.

"I was talking about these if you wanted to know. It is not your business if I talk about boys other than you," I stated. I luckily kept my posture. I then scrolled throught the pictures.

OMG! They are all perfect. Well except for one guy. He did his eyebrows wrong. Each of the guy either styled his hair or did it blond. No matter what, they look incredibly hot. So gorgeous. I need to have one.

He just stared at me. Do I have anything on my face?

"What are you looking at? Like I know I'm fabulous and pretty, but what are you looking at? It's getting awkward here," I said disgusted.

"No, I was just looking at this ugly face that is in front of me. It really needs to be thrown out," he said with his voice laced with sarcasm. I feel like he is doing this on purpose.

The bell than rang. Are you kidding me! I stood up and slowly put my stuff in my book bag. I watched as Liv and Jane ditched me and went to art. Nikita went along with Liv. In a matter of minutes, I was alone.

Oh well, at least I have a little time to think about the pictures I have been scrolling through. I want all of them. It would make a crazy reverse harem anime. I would love that.

"Shouldn't have one that, Alex. I was pretty upset."