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The Friends

"You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it." ~Uknown

No boys ever paid attention to me.

Except this one time a boy named James Cohen asked me out on a date. I immediately said yes since I've never been out on a date and no other boy had paid me no time of day.

James was the golden boy of the school. He played soccer and was damn good at it. He was the star of the school and everyone loved him. I'll even admit I glanced at him a time or two.

I wish I would have said no. I wish I wouldn't have been so dumb.

When you're left alone and no one talks to you, you seem to crave attention. I wasn't one to go out and do things to draw attention to myself so when someone talked to me, I made the most of it. That's why I said yes.

It started out nice, he picked me up and complimented me on my blue dress and told me I was beautiful. He not only took me to the movies but he paid for everything and held my hand. He was such a gentleman.

Until towards the end of the movie.

His phone kept going off the whole time and I started to get annoyed. I told him that if he needed to answer it, he could. He finally did and got up abruptly and said he needed to use the restroom. It seemed suspicious but I waved it off like it was nothing. I told him I needed to go to but he insisted I stayed since the movie was almost over.

He never came back. He left me high and dry on our date. My first date.

I walked home, freezing my ass off. What was worse is that it rained like cats and dogs the whole time I walked home. I just couldn't believe someone known to be a perfect gentleman and a role model to all could be so vile.

I went to school the next day and wish I hadn't. Everyone stared and whispered at me. I wasn't used to the attention and I certainly did not like it. It kept on going on until the period before the assembly we were supposed to have today and I was thankful.

We all went into the gym for our assembly and our principal started talking about a fund raiser we were having and I eventually zoned him out. I tuned back in when I heard laughing from everyone and looked up.

There, on the projector, was a picture of me in my blue dress walking home in the rain. I was soaked so my dress clung to me and my makeup was running down my face. My hair looked like a rats nest. I've never been so humiliated in my life.

I soon realized that Irina was standing at the podium, that the principal was at previously, with James. The worst was what she spoke into the microphone:

"This is because she needs to know what it feels like to be rejected when someone doesn't want you. Aphrodite not only threw herself at James but proceeded to touch him in inappropriate places. That picture represents a whore of a person that got what she deserved."

She never even got punished. I was the one that got punished. I apparently tarnished the star soccer players career because he was 'touched inappropriately' when everyone knew that he was dealing heroin. I was lucky that I didn't get suspended. The only reason I didn't was James parents gave me leniency. What a bunch of bullshit.

But this...this was something completely different. The way this mystery man looked at me, it was like he was looking at me like I was a breath of fresh air. Like he could breathe again. His blue eyes scanned my whole face from top to bottom and finally settled on my eyes. His eyes seemed to twinkle, making these dark blue specks pop up in his eyes.

This man had to be the most handsome person I've seen in my life.

A throat cleared behind the hunk holding me, making him roll his eyes and straighten us. I looked to see who cleared their throat and I could immediately tell who was Miya's brother.

He stood right behind mystery man with a smirk on his face and mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. Oddly the same as his sister. He was about a foot taller than my 5'6 with short black hair. He had a chiseled jaw and plump lips. He had on a silk dark blue button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, with black slacks and black dress shoes. I snorted internally, now I know why they call him Fancy.

Another guy stood beside him with an intense stare aimed at Miya. He had blonde hair shorter than mystery man and a different shade of blue in his eyes. He wore black jeans that had rips in the knees with a grey t-shirt and a leather jacket. The outfit was completed with white Adidas shoes. He seemed to be the same height as Alex. Overall, very handsome.

Mystery man in front of me held no contest to them. He was about an inch taller than his friends with a sharp jaw, not as sharp as Miya's brothers but sharp nonetheless. His hair was longer than his friends but still short, and very messy. It looked as if he ran his hands through it too many times. His plump lips were still in their genuine smile. He wore tan khaki joggers with a burgundy t-shirt fit snug against his torso, and white Vans.

Alexander Brock and his cronies were good looking if I do say so myself.

"Okay, okay! Everyone needs to stop staring at each other. It's creeping me out." Alex yelled. You could tell he wasn't creeped out by the way he was still smirking. It changed when he looked at his friend still staring at Miya. He frowned and looked between the two. I cleared my throat to get his attention off of them. He whipped his head to look at me with what I'm guessing was his signature grin.

"Hello gorgeous." He purred, walking towards me. He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "I'm Alexander Brock, and you are?"

Miya gagged and sauntered up to us. She yanked my hand out of his and pushed him back. "Nope. Not happening. You are not going to start hitting on my friends again. I've lost too many because of your 'love em and leave em' moto."

He mocked hurt and placed him hand over his heart. "I would never do that to this beautiful specimen. I think she's my true love." He shot me and smirk, to which I smirked back. You could tell he was kidding by the mirth in his voice.

Evidently so could Miya by the twitching of her lips. She sighed and let the smile she was forcing back come forth. "Whatever butt face. Just don't do it again, even if it is just joking around. I don't know if my stomach can handle it."

He gave her an exasperated look. "I know for a damn fact your stomach can handle a bunch of shit. If I remember correctly, you dipped hot cheetos into bubblegum ice cream, and ate it!"

I scrunched my nose up in disgust while mystery man shook with silent laughter. The guy who stared at Miya was looking at her with a small smile. Miya blushed under everyones gaze and glared at Alex. She opened her mouth to, no doubt, yell when I cut her off.

"Alright everyone! If we're going to all eat I need everyone's help. And that doesn't include Alex and Miya because apparently they burn water."


"So what's your name?" Mystery man, which name I found out was Ace, asked while setting down on the couch beside me.

Miya and Alex played Call of Duty on her Xbox while Ace, the other friend Harriet, and I cooked more hotdogs and mac and cheese. It was mostly filled with awkward silence at first, but Ace finally turned some music on so it wasn't that awkward.

"Aphrodite Hemmings." I say with a grimace. Everyone usually makes fun of it because it's so odd. No one truly knows the story behind the name Aphrodite. All people know is she was a goddess.

When I was little, I got into mythology and was curious about my name. Aphrodite was the goddess of love beauty, and fertility. She was also the protector of sailors and the daughter of Zeus and Dione. She was mostly known for her beauty.

I heard choking beside me and looked over at Ace. He stated coughing and hitting his chest. Alex stared laughing, and even Harriet cracked a smile. A rare smile that shaped his face to scary to welcome. It didn't last long.

"You're name is Aphrodite?" Ace asked with a sly smile. I nodded, confused at why he was smiling that way.

"Why do you have that cheeky ass smile on your face?" I asked, frowning.

"Cause," He said, with a panty melting smile. "The goddess of beauty is what I compared you to in my head when I first saw you."

"Oh don't get so cheesy!" Alex yelled.

Harriet snorted and put his arm on the top of the couch behind Miya. They seemed to gravitate toward each other since Alex and his friends got here. I don't know how Alex is so oblivious to it. Ace must have noticed the smooth move from Harriet because he shook his head. I laughed a little and his head shot to mine with that same damn smile.

"I call bullshit." Harriet said with a millimeter smile. "I bet you just thought she was beautiful and tried to make you sound cool. God knows Alex does it all the time. He always thinking how to get in their pants."

"Hey! You do the same thing!" Alex shot back at Harriet. Miya's face paled and she shot out of her seat. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms. "I think it's time for you guys to leave. Aphrodite and I have a lot to do tomorrow and we need to get up early." She said in a monotone voice.

"Alex, I do not. " Harriet's voice was hard.

Alex gave him a disbelieving look. "Dude yes you do. If I remember correctly, we went to a party a couple days ago and you sweet talked some girl into your bed." He trailed off and suddenly snapped his fingers. "Yeah that's right because Ace doesn't do one night stands and I was piss drunk so you wanted some company."

Harriet was shaking from anger and his fists were clenched. "Alex. Stop talking." He demanded.

"Come on guys. Just go." Miya said through clenched teeth. Ace cringed and walked to Harriet. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him up. He pushed him towards the door.

"I'll see you later." He yelled, not facing me. He followed his friends out the door. He waved just before the door closed and the silence followed.

"Miya-" I started, but she was already gone.

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