Rented Pleasure

_________________________________________ I walked down the hallway with my shoes clicking against the shining white floor. As I struggled to carry my heavy backpack with only one of my shoulders-to attempt the lazy cool look-, I tried not to eat the strands of my short black hair that kept hitting my face each time that I took a step forward.


That was actually the most irritable part about having short hair. It always ends up in your mouth!


I tried to play it cool and casual as I walked, people of all kinds and sizes passing by me. Though I've been a student in this school for many years, I still manage to be invisible to almost everyone. So, it's not that big of a deal anyway.


As a senior, you might guess that I've probably accomplished something so far in my life. But to be honest, I only accomplished being a nobody .
So far, it's been great! Positivity, right?


Well, speaking of 'positive', my swag had to be ruined just in time to make a turn. You'd be surprised that I'm not really surprised! It's been like a routine, actually. But the thing is, this time it was not a door, a wall or a huge person.
It was actually a soccer ball.


I felt the round object smack my face harshly, causing me to stumble backwards and lose my balance. It all happened so fast, I didn't even have the time to process it before I found myself falling down to the ground like a corpse.
Here I come, grandma!


And there I was, glued to the ground as I watched my whole life flash before my eyes like a tape on play.


This is the end . I told myself. After years of trying to avoid embarrassments, I still managed to find my way to its center ...


And with that, my eyes started closing as darkness took over.

INTRO


Hi, my name is Madison.
The girl lying on the floor waiting for her doom to come and rescue her from embarrassment-that's me. And as you can see, I always ended up on the floor or on someone. Not the sexual way...

You'd say I'm actually used to it by now. Every time I tried to act casual, I somehow ended up in the same situation. Which was actually hard to handle whilst being a grown-ass 17-year-old cursed teenage girl.


Some are athletes, some are artistic, some are bloggers, some are intelligent, some have talents and some are even getting pregnant! You asked for it, Britney!


But me? Oh- no no! I had to be a weird-ass, food-addict, love-virgin, kluts-who gets a random bruise occasionally without having a clue how. And the list goes on...

To be honest, I can rant all day about how unfortunate my life is. But we don't need that kind of negativity, right?! Especially when I'm acting like a doormat...

All of a sudden, I felt large hands grip my arms before pulling me upwards. Next thing I know, I was back on my feet.


God, is that you? Can you at least let me burn my diary and eat the leftover pizza before you take me?!


I peeked my eyes a bit open and looked straight, only to see something even better. Some dudes' muscled chests.


My candy corn-sized breasts could never!

In front of me stands an extremely hot guy with perfect beige skin tone and matching chocolate brown hair and eyes. He had thick arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate cute nose and adorable dimples resting on both of his cheeks that surrounded his tasty pink lips. He was so attractive that I doubt his features were probably carved by angels.

Those lips were born to be kissed.


And all of a sudden I forgot how to breathe.
Meet the Greek god of the school. Liam.
Liam is everything a girl could dream of. From his breathtaking features to his perfect personality. He is the definition of a true gentleman and sexy.


But unlike any high school heartthrob, he was absolutely not into sports. And he was actually quite a nerd too. But since he's popular-both on social media and in real life-people see him twice as hot.

Can you believe that?!


Liam is not your average artistic guy. Yup, you heard me! He's a painter, and he has great taste in music. He plays many instruments, like guitar, piano, drums and even the saxophone!
Though he's not the only one that can use an instrument! I play the triangle like a professional! Too bad I kept my talents to myself, I would've been worldwide famous.
Cough. Cough.

Liam and I have been partners in biology for more than 3 years now. Which is probably the only reason he'd know about my existence. Talk about luck!


And since he is the only boy I talk to, serious issues have developed between us. And one of those issues happened to be a crush. Those issues are one-sided, duh!
Yes, I might have been a love-virgin, but how could I not?! I mean look at him! He's a walking donut.
Beautiful from the outside and delicious from the inside.

Okay, I might be a sucker for donuts, but you get what I mean...


"I'm truly sorry for the hit. I was actually aiming for the trash can," he stuttered embarrassingly as I daydreamed about our wedding.

His voice sent butterflies fluttering around in my stomach just like a one-direction song, making me probably look as if I was going to faint.
Wait a minute, did he just call me a trash can?!
Somehow he noticed the way, how I choked on my own breath, causing him to start panicking, "Maddie? Are you alright?!"
"Shit! I broke the girl," he rambled to himself with guilt.

Oh darling, you have no idea how broke you have made me...


He started rocking me, causing me to drift away even more and imagine him doing something else instead. But when I realized that it was not a dream and that he could literally see me grinning like a joker, I shook my head and zoned back to reality.


At that, he sighed in relief. "You scared the shit out of me!"


I couldn't help but try to hide my smile. I know that I have a crush on him and everything, but I'm not planing on confessing or anything! The last thing I want to do is humiliate myself-as if I haven't already. He was way out of my league.

Plus, there are a lot of girls crushing on him. There's no way in hell he'd choose me. I'm fine just being good friends with him.
"You're lucky you didn't hit my nose, or else I would've hit yours," I threatened while holding my fist up, returning to my old self and causing him to laugh.

"C'mon, mad dog! You know I didn't mean to hurt you." he grinned embarrassingly. "I just suck at soccer..."


'Mad Dog' was a nickname he always called me by. And even though it annoyed me, I found it perfect.

Before I could open my mouth to respond with some comeback like I usually did, a girl stepped between us, making us drift apart.
"Liam, you're finally here!" the ginger head squeaked before wrapping her arms around his neck for a hug. I couldn't help but glare a hole through her head.