11. Bacteria exchange with the oral cavity.

Playlist for this chapter;

South Of The Border - Ed Sheeran ft Camilla Cabello & Cardi B,

To Be Human - Sia ft Labrinth.

(Favourite KAJ quotes)

Always expect nothing or the worst from people so you wouldn't be in a shocked state when you get disappointed at anytime.

The few people I've let this known to pointed out that it seems way too harsh, mostly Veronica and Mageret. And ever since, I stopped telling people but remind myself all the time because to me it's not harsh cause it's the hard damned truth. The truth is that, people fail to handle the truth all the time. That's why there are lots of heartbreaks here and there, broken/failed marriages coupled along with homicide and suicide.

P.S: My friends never quit reminding me how much of a weirdo I and my thoughts are.

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I LEAVE THE SLEEPING SARAH in my bedroom to wash up for school the next morning, and as I return with my towel wrap around me, I see Sarah with smoking two eye brows, and a face like she got beaten thoroughly, before her captor proceeded with the rape attempt.

Her hair is disarrayed from sleep and she looks like a mental patient who escaped from the pyschiatric hospital.

I chuckle and she abruptly snaps her head at me.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Her face scrunches up in confusion and irritation. She took the stare right off my face because I'm the one meant to stare at her that way.

My temper rise.

"You took the words and stare right off my mouth and face cause you're in damn my room."

Bewilderment clouds her puzzled facial expression and she scans around the room with her eyes. Her eyes widens in realization when her thick skull comes to it's senses and finally actualizes she really is in my room.

"How the hell did I get in here?" She Inquires with supicious grey eyes glue to mine.

"Ask your thick skull which I'm certain is occupied with high on life and rough sex. You really are a funny drunk, Penelope Macklemore." I tease sarcastically and her eyes rise in their sockets and her mouth forms into a medium sized 'o'

A knock on the door interrupts me from going further, and I permit the door to be open with my eyes fixate on Sarah whose head is now down in shame.

In comes Madeline with my clothes.

"Good morning Miss Jones, here are your clothes for school."

"Thanks Madeline, could you dispose the the trash in the trash bin and thoroughly scrub it clean? It has the vomit and stench of a certain drunken female, and on your way out please help me escort Miss Mckenzie out of my room." I inquire and Madeline's eyes snap up at me, startle and in utter shock from where she's laying my clothes. She looks worried, uncertain, and dumfounded I thanked her because never have I.

"There's no need for that, I can escort myself out. Sorry for whatever mess I created last night." Sarah murmurs already crumple on the floor on her knees, groaning in frustration as she scans under my bed for discarded heels.

I dismiss Madeline with my fingers and when Sarah flings my door open to get her ass out, she gasps as the pace of her feet on the floor halts when she sees something, someone rather.

Wondering what the hell is going on, I stretch my neck forward and see no other people than Max and Sam.

"I'm so going to kill you!" Max grabs unto her arm forcefully, glaring so hard at her that she shudders. "Where did you go Sar? You went clubbing again? After all the warning I gave to you, you still went clubbing. You want what happened the last time to repeat itself?" I wonder what the first and last McKenzie siblings are doing up outside my room. How did they know their drunkard of a sister was in my room?

"Let go off me!" She yells, wiggling her self free from his grip. Suprisingly his grip wasn't tight on her on seeing how fast she disengaged herself free. She looks like she is going to cry or something as half of her lower lip disappears into her mouth and her upper lip quivers.

Sam still hasn't spoken a word because his mind is trying to process everything as his head repeatedly snaps from Sarah to me, and me to Sarah, still in attempt of figuring the whole situation out.

He clears his throat and said. "Aren't you wondering why she's here in her room, Max?"

Slowly, Max who haven't notice my presence in my own room because of his anger towards his funny drunk of a sister, finally looks away from Sarah to me.

His eyes widens in their sockets when he sees that I'm just in my towel, and darkens a shade greener with a great degree of intensity as they access my body.

I'm not one to feel embarrassed, but right now, with him staring at me this way makes me retreat steps backwards and wrap my hands around myself to hide my towel clad boobs.

And when his Adam apple bobs up, the tiny fire in me is set ablaze because I'm rendered hot all over.

I take in deep breaths as his heated eyes levels up to mine, and stays.

Finally, when it seem like twenty really discomforting seconds with stare exchange between me and him, I regain my senses and scrunch my face up in disgust.

Sarah stares up at her big brother, before she throws a swift glance at me through her shoulder, unblinking. Her eyes are cloud with nothing but uncertain curiousity.

Sam's head bounces back and forth between me and his brother, eyes curiously searching for something, trying to figure out what just happened between me and Max.

Max finally looks away from me with his lips in a thin line and he pulls Sarah along with him, as he walks away from my room. Not uttering a word at me. I haven't seen him since I slapped and ran out of him yesterday. Knowing Max, he is going to get back at me one way or the other. Because he being the monster that he is doesn't let things slide easily.

I smile innocently at Sam whose feet are still glued to the spot were he stood.

"Boo!" I snap at him, causing him to shudder because that's the last thing I assume he expect from me, on seeing how I had fooled him with my innocent smile.

I smirk at him, with me spilling out him being gay at the tip of my tongue if he intends saying anything stupid.

He just shakes his head at me and walks away, not before his running his tap of a mouth and yells after his siblings. "You're getting weirder and weirder every day, Max. And Sarah Gwyneth Mckenzie, you look like shit sucked out of the sewer, even your malodor does too. Ew."

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It's my house I can do what I want to. Are the words playing right in my head the whole time as I join the Mackenzie siblings for breakfast later that morning.

Enough with the breakfast and dinner in room. My subconscious says.

Evans gives me a small smile which I don't return. When did we get to the smiling zone? Just because I helped him yesterday doesn't change the fact that I had any reason to like him or he to like me. We are enemies and would stay enemies, even though he's the less shittier Mckenzie and never trash-talked me.

Miranda has bags under her swollen eyes and it signifies she didn't get any sleep. She is too occupied fidgeting with her phone to acknowledge my presence.

Sam studies me cautiously the whole time, as I gobble down my vanilla cereal and moan chewing on my strawberries, as if I'm up to something he is hell bent on trying to figure out.

Sarah stares at anywhere but me, avoiding my eyes all the time even as she speaks a word or two to her siblings. She's totally embarrassed I have witnessed her funny drunken state.

Max's face is slightly red with his penetrating gaze fix on me. I can't tell if the source of the sudden redness across his face is anger or of irritation. His toast and bacon is left untouched, it is just his coffee he sips the whole time, not daring to wink or blink as his eyes remains where it is, me. I wonder if Miranda and Evans told him what happened yesterday, or not. I cared less. They should all fuck themselves for coming to strip me off my position for being the only kid.

I don't join them in the car when the time is due for us to leave for school, just as Dad had instructed.

I arrive at school in my own Range Rover, just before they ring the bell to notify the students for the first period.

Blue Barbie of LAHS is still on board with the kids laughing and pointing fingers at me, even making mockery of me being punched by one of the handsome British transfer student.

Never one to let people's words get through me, I put them all in their places with my ever present weapon.

My mouth.

So the rest of school hours wasn't so bad, I guess. Untill I went to the cafeteria with my friends.

It becomes a normal routine for the Mckenzie siblings to sit with us all the time and we did our best to ignore them. They hate me but still sit their butts on my table. Maggie presses and activatse her mute buttons whenever the Mckenzie siblings arrives. The poor girl is scared of getting humiliated because she being the nervous wreck would stutter if she by any chance utter words.

Sam pays less attention to his sausage rolls, apple and soda. Sadness clouds his face the whole time, because he can't quit taking his stare off Percy Parker pulling a girl's hair gently as he kisses her. His body trembles when he catches me smirking at him and he adverts his eyes to his food, and shoves all them down his throat, with glassy grey eyes.

Tristan's eyes holds no expression in them as he refuses to take his eyes off me and Max the whole time, not even paying attention to the brunette he has at his side who is stroking his abdomen.

Ivy and her league had posters of BBOL on the walls. I tore all the posters off and shoved the last piece into her mouth.

There was a practically heavy conflict because teary eyed Ivy wanted to tear right through me with her sharp claws.

We were given detention from twelve to three by our P.E teacher since the lunch monitors couldn't interfere.

Later today, when I was awaiting Maxwell to return from the field where he went for football practice, he came almost stumbling and laughing into the cafe with Vivian, the head cheerleader girl and the Queen Bee of our school, a senior like Max himself.

She didn't get to do boobs surgery like myself because she had the perfect body.

To hell with her and her perfect body, I care less if my boobs are a little too big for my skinny stature, I like it that way and don't give a flying fuck to whoever thinks it's unsuitable for me.

My face crumples in disgust when I say. "Gross, get a room." At them swallowing their faces and grinding into eachother like they want to get into their pants right here. It's Max's third day at school and he's already hooking up with Vivian.

They both shoot me glares.

Vivian's isn't a glare but a sneer with bad bitchy vibes while Max's glare is cloud with it's usual contempt. Before they resume the unhygienic bacteria exchange with their oral cavity.

And then, Max's eyes meets mine with no expression in them as he kisses Vivian.

Damn British perv.

He is unpredictable and intriguing.

My stomach churns at it's inside twists with hatred for him as he adverts his eyes away from me and kisses Vivian so hard.

Stupid perv.

He releases her and smacks her miniskirt clad butt as she walks away giggling sheepishly.

A loud puff of breath rapidly escapes his lungs, and he slaps the air behind her butt, rubs his palms gladly together, grinning like a fisherman who caught the biggest fish in the sea, and a fool too.

I hate him so much that I feel uneasy when he is with someone. I want no girl around him, he's meant to be a loner, because he's a monster.

I pity Vivian because she doesn't know behind the handsome British god as the females points out, is a terrible beast.

And when I carry the broom to sweep, he snatches it away from my hands.

"Today is your turn with the dishes." I ball my fingers into fist when he points this out.

"We never made such agreement about sweeping and dish washing exchange.' I squeeze my fist and narrow my eyes at him.

"We never made any arrangement on who to sweep or wash till we're through with serving our punishment."

Darn! He's right.

"You sure know how to do the dishes right? Right Katie?" He teases sarcastically, with his usual smug smirk on his face.

"Bastard!" My face feels hot from rage, expecting a comeback.

And when I think he's going to throw a harsh comeback, he just scoffs and starts with the sweeping.

At this, I know I only have one option on my mind.

Madeline.