Chelsea and that delivery girl sat at the sofa.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" She asked. She was chewing a gum.
"Because my life is shit,"
"Let me guess, your mom refused to get your an XBox?"
"Listen, I'm nineteen, not fourteen."

"Exactly, you should have learned to handle your shit by now instead of crying and creating a ruckus like this. You are not a kid. Death cannot be the answer to any of your problems. There are people out there with worse lives, but they are still living in hopes that it'll get better, can't you?"
"I CAN'T BECAUSE I'M FUCKING WEAK, OKAY?!"
"Then, be strong,"

"It's not easy to do it alone,"
"You don't have any friends to help you through it?"
"I only had one guy and now he's left too. And well, who'll be my friend? I am insane,"
"Me too." She said, "I'm insane too. I'll be a friend till you make other friends. Plus, having rich friends can be useful,"

Chelsea looked at her, "I'm Nova Rodriguez,"
"I'm Chelsea Nolan,"
"You're Irish, right?" She asked.
"Yes, how'ya know?"
"It's the rich accent," She smirked.

'She only wants to use me...It's just like I'm buying a friend.' Chelsea thought.
'But, it's better that being alone.'

As pop music covered Anna's room, she walked out of her bathroom and got dressed in a red dress. She was getting ready for the new year's party. Kate was sleeping on his bed in his room while Mrs Roberts was doing the dishes downstairs. Anna sprayed some cologne all over her and walked out of her room.

Her father dropped her at Tres' place. They had organised a New year party.

"WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT JOHNSON THAT LITERALLY ALL GIRLS FOLLOW HIM AROUND AND OPENLY FLIRT WITH HIM?!" Anna bitched about Brandon as she sat with Tres.
"I think you know the answer already," Tres said.
"It's his face!" Anna shouted, "What the fuck? Why does he like guys?!"

"Like guys? He doesn't look gay. Plus, I've heard that the girls he has done are coming till this date," Tres said. He is very much a virgin. Never trust what you hear.
"The girls he has done are coming till this date? How much Viagra fluid did he use that it's still stuck in their vagina till this day?"
"Are you drunk?" Tres asked. Drunk from cold drink? And I thought only blondes are dumb.

Soon, the lights on the stage lit up and Jerome and MJ took over the musicians, "Now, it's my turn so shut your bitch ass up," He took the mike and cleared his throat. Jerome stood beside him with his keyboard.

Anna was only annoyed after listening to his performance while the other audience shouted.
"Anna, I wanna say something to you," Ralf Kaise approached her.
"Yeah?" Anna smiled.
"I like you. Wanna date and kinda like hang out and stuff?" He said. Anna loved his accent.

She had never dated a British boy. So, she just got curious.
"Yeah, well—"
"I call dibs! Ralf? You dating bitches now?" MJ approached them and sat beside Anna. Ralf looked at MJ and blushed, "Erm, I thought I like her?"
"Bitch, you thought? You ain't dating Anna Roberts under my watch. Stop ruining my ship, fuck off, ya wanker!"
"...Okay," Ralf went away.

"NO!" Anna turned back, "What's your problem, Michelle Jibber?"
"What? You should thank me. You were gonna ditch him anyways because he is boring as fuck. And he wasn't even your type, so that would just be a waste of time. And if you like that accent," MJ pressed his hand on her table, "Then, you can always have me," He switched to his London accent.

MJ, you are ruining your own ship now.
And try not to get arrested.

"Careful! They say that he can tell anything about you just by looking into your eyes!" Tres whispered. She knows everything! And who are these "they"?
"Nonsense!" Anna said "Why are you here? Who invited you?"
"Important people like me do not need invitations. We go wherever we want, whenever we want" He said.

"I should have known it reeked of an uninvited guest"
"Wow! You can smell that? You're a dog, confirmed," He said.
"Could you please leave us alone?" Anna said.
"Oh pardon! Did I disturb an important date?" He looked at Anna and Tres.

"No, it alright. Everyone's life has uninvited guests" Anna said.
"Yeah! Tell me about it!" He sat on the same table as her.
"You're still a third grade crack up. Something surely is wrong with your head" 
"Well, at least I was not dumped by my boyfriend because my brother was hotter than me" He said.

"Excuse me, what?" Anna asked.
"I told you he can tell everything about you" Tres said.
"You're seriously wearing a pink brasserie today, it's so not sexy. Wonder who told me that?" He said.
"WHAT? PERVERT!" 

"Your friend's wearing better lingerie than you."
"Oh why, thank you," Tres smiled.
"Surely, not having a boyfriend must be tough. There's no one to go for lingerie shopping with you so you buy the lamest stuff there" He said.

"As if you are wearing a super nice underwear down there,"
"Who said I'm wearing an underwear?" That was a tea we didn't need, MJ.
"Why don't boys wear underwear?" Tres asked.
"We do wear underwear but we sometimes don't which we call "Free balling"

"So you're a pervert after all," Anna crossed her arms.
"What's pervy in that? It's my wish whether I wanna wear an underwear or not. It's not like I'm removing yours," He said.
"WHAT—"

"Besides, I'd rather die than wear a pink underwear unlike someone," He said.
"At least I'm wearing an underwear! Besides, it's better to wear an ugly underwear than have an ugly face," Anna said. Both brother and sister have sharp tongue but one cares for others and another one doesn't give a fuck.

"You're right! And an ugly heart is worse" He said.
"Do you wanna pick up a fight?" Anna asked.
"No, I'm here to pick up a hot chick and fuck her for a 'New Year Special Night'" He looked around.

"GO TO A BROTHEL THEN!" She shouted. Prostitution is illegal in the USA, so I wouldn't recommend it.
"A brothel, huh?" He smirked, "No, but that turns quite expensive. This is the cheaper way,"

"YOU'RE THE WORST GUY I'VE EVER MET!" 
"Well, I don't know. You looked quite charming to me when I first saw you, but when I look closely you're pretty basic," He said. It seems Anna doesn't need to go through the roasting process. She's ready to be served for the cannibals.

"Maybe that's because you swing the other way"
"You mean I'm a gay European?" MJ switched his accent back to British.
"Maybe. That IS a possibility"
"I'm not gay bitch, I'm pan!"

"I'm so done with this generation of guys,"
"Is that so? Then, are you gonna marry a girl?" He asked.
"HELL NO! I'M STRAIGHT!" 
"Oh? And what's your type?" He said, "Well, I know it but tell anyways,"

"Bad boys. I like the yolo type," Anna said.
"You mean Louise?" He said.
"No, HE'S NOT COOL!" Anna said.
"What are you saying? He's the coolest guy out there in Kerlin County High,"

"What makes you think that?" 
"Well, for starters...he smokes. Not to mention the club he started—"
"Smoking cigarettes doesn't make you look cool. It makes you look like the chimney of a brick manufacturing factory," 

"Let me just note it down real quick," He took out a small pocket diary and a pen.
"He beats up people?" MJ said.
"He is just fucking around"
"Well, he does fuck around when he's horny" He said. MJ, these are fifteen year olds. You are not supposed to talk about his sexual life with them. Try to have a serious conversation once in a while.

"I think Louise likes you,"
"Everyone likes me,"
"Your own brother doesn't like you, bruh,"
"SHUT UP!" When you don't have any comebacks, you try to shut them up.

"Let's go to his house right away!" MJ suggested, "It's new year. Don't you wanna wish him? I bet he'll be super happy," He said.
"Oh yes, let's go wish him,"
'I'll be destroying someone's new year,' Anna smirked. Or maybe destroying your pussy.

-To be continued

Anna Roberts
All I Want is you baby