Maya p.O.V
Waking up to my phone ringing, I guess whoever it is better have a good reason… or there'll be consequences.
"Okay, I know you're grumpy, but seriously don't tell me you forgot the match—"
I jump out of bed immediately.
"Lana, I swear I didn't forget, it just slipped my mind and—"
"Um, are you there already? What are you doing?" Lana screams.
"Maya, I'm almost at your house. Be ready in ten."
She hangs up.
She's really angry this time.
It really did just slip my mind… with Mary coming back and everything. Speaking of Mary… should I invite her?
Ugh. I don't even like her.
But… just because she came back doesn't mean I hate my sister. She's always been there for me.
I walk to her door and knock.
"Come in," she says.
"What do you want?"
"Umm… there's a football match at my school. Do you want to come watch?"
She gives me a confused look.
"See, if you're going to stay here, you have to attend school. And I'm pretty sure it's my school. So get ready in five."
"Seriously? Five?!" Mary yells as I walk away.
I smirk a little.
She always listens to me… so if she's going to stay here, I might as well boss her around.
With that, I go back to my room to get ready.
And yes, a little makeup means concealer, blush, lipstick… the essentials.
Lana is the worst when it comes to time.
We're already on the field, and the match hasn't even started.
I glance at Mary. She looks like she's about to explode.
Honestly? Same. I lost my patience two seconds ago.
"So Mary, what class are you in now?" Lana asks.
"Senior year," Mary replies nonchalantly.
"Wait, what? You're supposed to be a year behind," Lana says.
"And I'm not supposed to be in the same class as my younger sister," I add, already feeling irritation build up.
"Chill, Maya. It's not a big deal," Lana says. "By the way, why are you in senior year?"
"You want me to go into detail, right?" Mary asks.
"Ugh… yeah, I guess," Lana sighs.
"Okay… Dad—"
"The match has started!" I cut her off quickly.
No way I'm letting her start that story here.
"Lana… are you seeing who I'm seeing?"
"Yeah… is that Lee?"
"Yes! Look at his body—damn, girl, I just want to hold him."
Okay, before you get lost—Lee is my crush. I've liked him since I was twelve.
And he is so cute.
He's Korean. His mom passed away, and his dad remarried an American. They've been living here since he was ten.
His English? Perfect.
I've never even heard him speak Korean before… but I still love him.
Standing beside him is Peter—my ex.
We dated for two weeks.
He couldn't give me what I wanted.
Lee must've felt me staring, because suddenly… he looks up.
And winks.