The Third Wheel by Arianna Bivens and Nia Benoit (ebook reader with android os .TXT) 📖

"Found it," I whispered to myself looking at the bland gray door, that leads to my new class.
I looked around at the half empty hallways trying to spot a familiar face anywhere, but I was alone...for now.The hallways looked like they could go on forever, full of colorful paintings of students past. Boarding school isn't as bad as you might think.
A huddle of girls, in the corner of the hallway, with long hair, but short skirts, looked my way and gave me a sneer of- what was that... jealousy?
I am not modest, but i didn't think of myself to make someone, as pretty as her, jealous.
I looked down at my clothes, checking my outfit: a pair of purple Ugs up to my knees, pink jeggings, a short P.H.K dress, with a sleeveless lace sweater. Maybe a little to much cleavage, but, hey, I don't tell my boobs what to do. I wear pink and purple to show off my tan and a spiked bob, full in the front short cut in the back. Being born with hair the color of the blonde hair and tan.The color also makes my eyes look huge and blue.
I gave the girl a sneer back that was so cold I could of made it snow. Just then I saw a familiar blur of long brown hair was moving toward me at a dangerous speed towards me.
"Alasha! Hey girl!," It shouted to me.
A short bundle of fabric threw itself at me in a big hug. The girl is small, but she has enough strength to flip over a car if she wanted to.
"Oh God!Hey Alicia! Glad you made it," I said, in a strangled voice, trying to pry her off of me.
"Yeah, so how you been?" She asked, smoothing down her waist- length hair. She reminded me of Angelina Jolie ,without the plump lips and with longer hair. Maybe the teenage version?
"Great. Lays birthday party was rad wasn't it? Mom finally got her a bra of her own. So I get mine when I need 'em. Other than that, I'm fine. How 'bout you?" I asked, opening the door to the classroom.
My sisters party was- I can not even explain it. It was at this club called Kaboom! There were booze, drunkenness, dancing, throwing up, and then more drinking. Some people threw up while they danced. Did I mention my sister just turned eighteen and my mom is the layed back 'you- don't- get- up- in- my- business- I- don't- get- up- in- yours' kind of mom.
Alicia blushed, and looked to the ground. I knew what was coming. It was a boy.
"Good. I had met this boy at the party. You remember when we were drunk and the really cute guy drove us home. Now that I think about it, that was a stupid idea. He could have been a creep. You know; a creepy dude, Saturday night, two drunk hotties." She explained, twirling her hair around her baby finger, and biting her bottom lip.
Of course, I remembered him. The son of a-
"Hello? You listening to me?" She asked, shaking me out of my thought.
"Uh, Yeah what was his name?" I asked, pretending to be clueless.
"Brandon McCeeton." She sighed dreamily.
I think back to when I first met Brandon. At first we were alright but then he... changed. Yes I know you're all wondering,"Did she go out with him?!"

Yes I did. Gasp! Biggest mistake of my life. Especially when I never told her we were going out. How terrible would she feel if she knew she was going out with my ex- boyfriend? If it was me, I would feel terrible.
Not the kind of person I am, so I played stupid.
"I think I have seen him before. Name sounds familiar. What does he look like?" I asked taking a seat, eyeing the young teacher, who was eyeing me back, and gave him a cute smile.
"He is the hottest hunk of man I have ever seen! He has blonde hair that does this little curly thing near his ears, and his eyes look like melted honey. He has this cute little mole near his nose and his abs...," She started.
I knew to stop listening, whenever she started talking about the abs, she gives you a whole speech. I love the girl, but sometimes I wish she had a mute button.
I turned my head and some son of a clam shel came up behind Alicia. I was about to spring into action when a pair of tan arms wrapped around her waist. She swqueeled and then giggled. What the ham! If someone did that to me, preferably a guy, someone is loseing balls.
"Hey frauline." He said.
She looked up and gave hi a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey sweetheart. How is your day going so far?" She asked and turned to give hime her trademark bear hug.
I snorted a laugh and he looked up and smile,d struggling to get out out of her hug. He did a once over and his body stiffened as realization sparked his eyes. I blushed as his eyes stopped a little to long looking at my chest.
"Ah, so who's your friend?" He asked, when I gave him a glance that would have scared someone stupid. He played along at the stranger bit, hoping it would fool Alicia. Or did he really not recognize me?
"Oh, that's Alasha, my bf. Alasha this is Brandon." She joker- smiled at me and then added,"of course."
Wow either we're great actors or she is to love blind to see through our facade.
Brandon looked at me, or through me, and smiled. I practically saw the magnets of his thoughts trying to make a connection to my face.
"You mean Ariela Alashana Montelago Oulette?" He asked smiling.
I stole a quick glance at Alicia, who was smiling like a love struck fool. Poor thing.
"Uh, yeah. We went to my last school together. And I prefer Alasha though. Nice to see you again." I said lying through my teeth, with an edge in my voice, telling him to watch what he says.
Only a handful of people, actually the people closest to me know my whole name.
Brandon winked at me and I do the unthinkable: I blush. Ain't life grand?
"Yeah? Well how have you been?" He asks crossing his arms, seeing that he got the best of me. "Small world isn't it?" He asks enjoying my nervousness.
Yeah, I thought, but a little to small.
"I've been goo. Great!" I say, as nervous as ham on a skillet. Just then the bell rang and a whole bunch of people filled out of the classroom. When had they gotten in here?
"Anyway," Brandon sighed putting his hands in the back pockets of Alicia's silky angel pants,"You ready for breakfast?" He asked not wasting a glance at me, looking down at Alicia.
"Yeah, see you later Lasha." Alicia said, hinting that she wanted alone time with Brandon. WTH(What The Ham)!? What about our Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner arrangement: all ways together?
I fealt the lump in my throat that I only fealt when watching Titaniic

. "Okay, sure." I tried a laugh, but it came out a gurgle though they didn't seem to notice.
"Bye love birds." They walked away and Brandon looked back at me. Want was plain out on his face.
Oh shursh.

I looked around in the cafe, for a table, and found one next to some really cute guys. Sorry, let me fill you in: The cafe is a huge duplicate of the one at the town center mall in Georgia. The place is huge. Different varieties of food and an Italian sampling plate calling my name.
I totes love this boarding school! Do what I want when I want,that's what's up.
I walked over to the sampler, and eventually ended being an Italian for these forty- five minutes of lunch.
I sashayed my hips, walking toward the table I had spotted out earlier, hearing the chatter at the guy's table. As I walked past the chatter completely stopped. I smiled to myself.
I know, I know; it's hot when a girl does that, but picture a guy doing that. That is, as Rob Dyrdek would say,"Ridiculousness in training." Not extreme, but just wrong.
I sat down at the table across from theirs, feeling them giving me the once over. One guy stood up like he was going to come sit with me but sat down after making eye contact with the someone standing behind me.
"Ahem!", A voice coughed from behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to know something was about to go down.
Turning around I stood up and looked The pchick in the eye and smiled a sugary sweet smile. It was the blonde who had given me the look

in the hallway.
She looked taken aback for a moment, but composed herself to a stone hard look, taking its place.
"Can I help you?" I asked, still smiling.
"Yeah, that's our table and we're gonna need it back, thank you." She said glaring at me with a rich girl atitude. Thats how they all are. Bump them down a notch is what you have to do. Two could play at this game.
"Well I am sitting here today. So if you want to sit down, you can or you can go sit somewhere else," I said sitting bback down. Do not

know who she thinks she is.
"Ok, then," She said rolling her eyes, losing the mean girl demeanor in her voice."Fine."
"J, T, P? Sit." She commanded, to the girls behind her. Her posse I assume.
All of them had matching poutfits, except for the polo shirts' breast pockets had different letters, in rhinestones and curly writing, on them and different colored outfits.
One girl, with a J

rhinstone sat in front of me, in a pink polo shirt and a short plaid skirt with flats, the color of pink cotton candy and blonde hair, curled at the tips with blueish gray eyes.
A girl, with a T

on her shirt wore green, while a girl, who looked just like her, was wearing blue, sat on both sides of me. And the leader, had a  with a J

in it, wore white. Showing of her tan, I see.
"Who the heck is this?" 'P' and 'T' asked, at the same time. They looked like identical twins, from what I could see.
"This is-," The leader broke off and looked at me, arching one perfect eyebrow in question.
"Alasha," I said not feellinf=g in the mood to give them my