Hey, before we begin, I have a slightly stupid announcement to make.

I realised that all my characters sound dangerously close, so I have taken the decision ... I will be cutting out the boy's POVs, so you still get to read Ika's POV because, c'mon, this is the GIRL code.

Sorry, I don't know whether you like the boys or not so......................
However you will get to read the boy's POVs but in ‘The Bro Code’, possible sequel to this book.

I am sorry if you liked the boys, but I have to un-blur the lines between the boys. If that makes sense, so thank you.

Thank you for the time and support 💕. I appreciate that you took time to read this, if you did.

I walked into the kitchen and passed the living room, for the simple fact that I wanted ice-cream.

“Uh Rosarie!”
My mom called from the living room. Before getting my ice-cream, I walked into the living room and greeted mom and other adults, I assumed were her work colleges.

“So this is Rosie. Pleased to meet you.” Said a lady with thick brown glasses and familiar hazel eyes with a red pantsuit.

“Rosarie,” mom corrected under her breath as she poured out tea in the last cup. Mom motioned for me to sit down. I internally groaned as I sat down, being separated from my ice-cream.

“So,” the lady from earlier said, “I hear that you are in a bet with my son.”

“Son?” I asked. Mom passed me very hot tea.

“I am Yelena,” she paused. I took a sip the very hot tea,“ Egan. Brandon Egan's mom,” she elaborated.

I choked on the tea. Did I mention that it was very hot? It was scorching hot. It scorched my throat. I coughed and tried to fan my throat. It was useless, the heat still got to me; the woman look at me choking and seemed annoyed.

The only ones who had empathy was mom and, probably, Sebastian's father. I mean they had similar hair, eyes and moles.

After the long torture period, mom clarified what they were doing there. “Personally I don't agree to some of the terms, but we, woman and girls have proven to be quite a handful. I, or at least my husband thinks this a great idea to discover and learn about themselves.”

“Excuse me,” Mrs Egan said, “ I fail to see how poop jokes help someone learn about themselves.” Ms Malcolm snorted, and Mr Abbott laughed.

“Well, it's clear that your child was stupid enough to put poop jokes on a list that is supposed to prove the validity of girls in adolescence.” Mom said with a twisted smile. A clear sign that mom didn't like Mrs Egan.

“Oh, a reporter just roasted you,” Mr Abbott said.

“Shut up, Nas. Your child doesn't seem like the brightest tool in the shed. Who wears pyjamas past 12? Only yours it seems.” Wait what. I was never involved in Mrs Egan and mom's beef.

Mom smiled as if she had more evil roasts in here mind.

“Ladies, perhaps we should let the kids handle this ‘code’ by themselves,” Ms Malcolm said. “Here, here's my number, call if you must.”

Mrs Egan wrote down her number on the same paper and passed it to Mr Abbott. He wrote his number and passed it to mom.

They left and mom seemed purely annoyed by Mrs Egan.
“Honey, do you know that I love you a lot?”

“Really?”
“Yes, and my angel, I would appreciate it if you washed these cups for me. I won't touch the saliva on that fake Blondy and her stupid slimming tea that gives her diarrhoea. Ladies who never exercised a day in they're life. They only got married to some guy that's bad-looking but probably rich,” she complained as she walked up the stairs.

I shrugged, at least I had my ice-cream. I smirked evilly as I rushed to ice-cream.

“Don't you dare touch the ice-cream until you finished the cups, ” mom yelled from upstairs.

Darn it!
**
The last thing I want to see on Monday is any of the members of the BJS (the three boys) group at my locker, calling me his friend.

Guess what?

It didn't happen.
Weren't expecting that, were you?

After the first part of my day; I was walking towards my break.

After I stuffed my books in the locker, I threw my arms in the air and exclaimed, “Ahhh!” Finally a break, maybe I got a little bit of attention but (even without BJS there to ruin it) it felt like one of the longest Mondays of my life.

After I shut my locker, I momentarily left my body and almost had a heart attack. Ika stared, bored, into her phone.
“I might dye my hair blonde,” she said softly.
“Are you trying to kill me?!”
She looked up with that same bored expression, “No, you're too low on my list, maybe after those rubbishes.” She looked down at her phone.

“You have a list?”

“You say it as if it's weird. The list is helpful.”

I frowned and took out chocolate. She looked up and gave me an innocent smile. “Rosarie.... you are my BEST friend and I love you so much.”

“Oh now you love me?” She smiled as I passed her the bar. She bit into the chocolate and she started humming a song she liked. She closed her eyes as she hummed and bumped into Brandon.

“Oh, you seriously must be attracted to me if you bump into me, twice.” he stated.

Ika clicked her tongue and got up.
“We'll give you part 2 later today.” he told us.
She pushed past him and screamed, “Sweet revenge!” while waving her chocolate in the air.
I followed behind.

When we were far enough, I finally asked her,“ What did he mean when he said you bumped into him twice?”

“That I got sweet revenge twice!!!” she shouted and bit into her chocolate. “SWEET REVENGE!!”

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