"She's the fuck*ng reason my life is miserable!"

For the umpteenth time, I fought to scrunch up my paper and rubbed my writing with the eraser instead. Nature should be proud of me. My mother was one of those tree huggers, so I was helping her, right?

The irony was, I couldn't get off miss dimples, so-called Bella's face. I was conflicted about the meaning behind it. What I was sure, if I hadn't gone to her birthday party years ago, my phobia wouldn't have existed.

Despicable ideas called for my attention. Telling me to pay her equal misery. I sat at my desk, looking at the street, waiting for the moment she passes by for a plan to arise. What would be the best way to pay her back?

1. I would prank her
2. I would prank her again
3. I would prank her some more

The slender pen followed my hand's movement on the blank paper until I lost my idea. Should I rephrase? My teacher, Ms Soya, suddenly manifested, whacking my open book with her 7' long ruler. Where did she get that thing anyway?

"Use variety, the same word is superfluous, " she said while scrutinising me.

I scoffed. "Whatever superfluous meant."

"Young man! You have no care for your future, do you?"

"Well, guess what Soya, this is my diary! I could write in star wars language if it pleases me," I mumbled, swatting the little imaginary bubble floating a few inches above my head. I chuckled after it vanished.

"Speaking with self... Tsk... Tsk... That's a sign of loneliness, man." Suddenly a voice invaded my peace.

I shoved my diary under some books, just before Jace pushed the door open. He had a tray of my mother's cookies. My mother addressed him as a brother she wished I had, whatever those meant. Being an introvert didn't get me many friends, and those who eventually did would end up talking with themselves most of the time. Of course, you got the hint why Jace would stick around.

"These cookies are just the greatest. Is it too late to ask your mom to adopt me?" He mumbled with the cookie crumbs flying from his mouth.

I raised my brow and spun back to my desk.

"You know that new chic, Cynthia? She gave me cookies yesterday. I thought its good. But I dunno what is missing. Maybe your mom making them?" He added.

Again, without a word, I continued watching outside my window.

"Then I told her, I prefer cookies my mom makes. But I was actually talking about your mom because I don't have a mom, " he rambled more.

No, it wasn't cookies or my mother keeping him; he talks a lot, a whole lot. He could speak the entire day without me uttering a single word to him. My mother even thought to adopt him once because of it, and that was crazy since he still had a legitimate father.

Ignoring the cookie subject, I glanced at him. "What would make a girl heartbroken?"

Jace chuckled, still nibbling as he leaned at the side of my bed. "You mean like Stacy, Riane, Heather, Anna, Beth... I forgot the others."

I swivelled to him, who was busy digging for the chocolate chips. "You mean?" I asked.

"Are we talking how you break their heart or what here?" He deadpanned, looking confused.

Thankfully Jace's not that bright to nose around my real intention. The edge of my lips twisted upward wickedly while he was still busy devouring cookies. An idea came into my unguilty mind; I would make her fall for me.

That's right. Thank you once again, brain. You redeemed yourself.

Rubbing my chin, I uttered. "I need your help for something if you're up for this VERY IMPORTANT and INTELLECTUAL mission."

Jace jolted, not before shoving the last cookie into his mouth for safekeeping. I feign seriousness at the sight of his stuffed cheeks, pressing my lips to abstain a smile.

"Oh, yes, now we are talking. I'm all you need when it comes to intelligent. This brain is at your service." He grinned, patting his head where he secured what he claimed to be his biggest asset.

"I need a girl's number. I remember you're the best when it comes to numbers." I didn't mean to rub it in, but I needed his help for real.

"Which computer do I have to hack for it?"

Like you know how to hack a computer. I fought myself from laughing.

"No, we don't need to hack anything for now. I just need you to ask her for it first. She's very clever, you know, she might refuse to give it. But of course, you're the best at this thing... I mean with numbers." I wiggled my eyebrows at him, earning his satisfied smirk.

"Let's get this mission rolling. Where's the girl? What's so special you need her number for?"

***

"Binoculars?"

"Check!" Jace held up two binoculars.

"Shades?"

"Check!" He held up the sunglasses.

"Paper bags and meds?" I asked, ready to tick the most crucial thing.

"Check!" He extended the said items with such seriousness. "What's with the medicine and paper bag? Are we kidnapping her or something?"

I put my index finger on my lips. "This is a very classified mission, Jace! We don't talk about it, kapish?"

"Yes, mission control!" Jace nodded, squinting his eyes.

"Now let's move. The coordinate is set." I pointed to the phone ready strapped on the dashboard.

Without more words, Jace started the drive. He concentrated on the road until we came close to our target. A few meters ahead, I saw it, my evil nemesis; the frozen yoghurt cafe.

"The yoghu" Jace glanced at me, revoking the last word from departing "the one that shall not be mentioned you know it, is our target? What are you up to?" He questioned.

My stomach fastened, all the wrong feeling pushing bile up my throat. I dared not to looked at the cafe longer. The sight only landed mere seconds but managed to make me queasy.

"Park over there," I breathed, pointing to a spot decently far from the cafe, yet still at a viewpoint for it.

Jace nodded, putting the car into a halt at the indicated area. I scrambled to get my medicine, hands trembling as I gulped down the pills. I leaned back, closing my eyes for my anxiety to ease. Out of a sudden, Bella's face infested my mind, her dimples, her sweet smile and then the pained expression I last saw her. I crouched, grabbing a paper bag and puked.

"So that's what that for. I thought that's for takeaways." Jace began, shuffling while I had my eyes still shut. The smell of my mother's cookies oddly flared my nose a moment later.

"Your mom gave it for the mission," he added, following it was crunching sound of him eating.

I wiped my mouth, discarding the bag now soiled with stomach acid. My breathing alleviated as the medicine started acting. Drugs, any kind of it always made me feel weird. If not for miss dimples, I wouldn't even look at it. I didn't have her picture to show Jace, so I had no choice but to tag along.

Grabbing the binoculars, I inhaled deeply and looked towards the cafe. Bella was standing at the counter. Her luscious hair was cascading down her shoulder; her deep dimples flickered as she greeted a customer. Why did she have to be so cute?! Dammit!

I put the binoculars down, turning to Jace who again, was busy eating cookies. "She's at the counter, get her number," I instructed.

Jace brushed off his pants and shoved the pouch filled with cookies to me. "Hold the cookie with your life. I'm going in," he said, picking the sunglasses towards his face.

"The spectacle is for me. You don't need it," I said.

"But what if she recognises me? The Jace is well known." He argued.

"Whatever, just go!" I pulled on the door handle and pushed him out.

I watched him make his way to the cafe, walking like he was so suave before he bumped face first with the glass door.

"God, help me."