All I Never Wanted 4

Dear reader(s),

Yes, I’m back! Missed me? Lols!
My exam week has been pure hell, with two papers to sit for everyday. You’d think I was a University student. Except, I’m not. I’m just a regular teenager being crushed under a screwed up education system in today’s society.

Anyway, lately, I’ve realized that there are a ton of new authors. So, I’d like to take this chance to say: Hello and welcome to Buzzle! Buzzle’s an amazing community, as I’m sure many of you authors would agree with me.
If you’d like me to read your story, no problem! I’m kinda free after this hectic week, so just tell me via comment? Thanks!

Replies to commenters:

Rene: Thanks for reading! And I couldn’t continue because of exams, so I hope you’ll understand. :)
El Cross: Thanks, but I’m no awesome writer. And no offense taken - in the first place, I’m not even blond! Lols!
Rose: My suggestions aren’t good, there just happens to be amazing authors out there with fabulous stories! I have no one favorite book, neither have I favorite authors…but just to name a few: Alexandra Potter, Susan Elizabeth Phillips…and if you visit my blog, there’s my top few favorite stories online listed there! Thanks a lot for reading, hope this chapter meets your expectations.
Paula Panda: Did I ever tell you I love your name? It’s really cute, by the way. Thanks for your comment!

Phoebe: Thanks, but I’d need tons of luck to do well enough for my exams! Ah, I wish I had a friend like yours, she would’ve been amusing! Brown or black curly hair? I thought Cameron was blond? Okay, I think I’m confusing myself here – but here’s wishing you all the best in finding your curly-haired One soon! Btw, I’m posting my second chapter on Booksie, hope you like it! Thanks!
Ella Jade: Lucky you…any idea how jealous I am? I’ve nine subjects, exams twice a year. I’m fifteen, btw. Erm, parents finding out about Buzzle…not too good, blew their tops, lectures…but I suppose they had to let me do it, nevertheless, because that’s what family always does. You know, let you be happy so they’d be happy too? I just hope this pseudo name lasts for a much longer time than Samantha Brooke.

Also, tons of thanks to Gladys, Kylee, XY, Jaymee, P, Gwen, Asiya, Green Tea, Elle and Jaq. You guys are all amazing.

This chapter’s dedicated to…
Lexy – For being such a supportive author, both to me, and to others as well.
Zy – Here’s hoping you’d master a perfect French manicure soon! :)

The chapter’s short, because I believe there’s more to write for the next one, but really important, so I hope you like it. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Loads of love,
Cheyenne

~~~Two Days Later~~~
Daddy has very horrible ideas.
If ever there was a record for the World’s Worst Ideas in The Guinness Book of World Records, Daddy would beat everyone hands down.

Like that time he wanted to demolish the Daisy patch and turn it into a swimming pool. I kicked up such a big fuss that he simply had to make do with buying a larger Jacuzzi tub.
Or like that time when he wanted to send me to a public school, and stop my private schooling, so that I’d have a higher education. I nearly screamed the house down. He had to invite the lecturers over to our house instead.

But all these doesn’t beat what he’s suggesting now.
You should see my face. My mouth’s opened so huge, as uncouth as it’ll ever be, you could cram your whole fist in there and I’d not even notice it.

"I have to disappear for a month, tops. It wouldn’t be long, darling."

Sure, disappear. It isn’t long at all. Daddy leaves for months sometimes, one month is nothing.
It’s not about him disappearing.

"I really hate the idea of leaving you alone, all by yourself. So I’m going to try to get the gardener to let you bunk in with him."

Yup, that’s my problem.
I chew on my lower lip, and try hard to wheedle Daddy out of this disastrous suggestion.

"Erm…I don’t think he’ll agree."

"He wouldn’t?"

Daddy looks at me, all stunned and surprised. I guess it’s because, like me, no one’s ever turned down any favours he wants before.

"Yes. Joel’s a really mean, selfish pig, and I’m sure he wouldn’t want me tagging around him."

I nod convincingly. I think I’m about to get my way in this.

"Hmmm, well, I’ll see that he wants to."

Huh?
I start to disagree, but Daddy’s already striding out of the house, and into the garden.
I’m doomed. If he tells Joel I called him a mean, selfish pig, I’m doomed.

I run out of the house, to the garden, where I’m a few feet away from them. I’m about to do something drastic before Daddy lets slip of my rude name calling, like strangle Daddy or kiss Joel senseless.
Now where did that thought come from?

"...she called you a mean, selfish pig, and I’m sure that you’re not one, are you?"

Oh, crap. I’m too late.
I try using my eyes to shoot daggers at Daddy, but since his back is facing me, I don’t think he feels anything.
Joel does, though. He spots me and waves me over.

"Hey, Niks."

I shuffle over dejectedly, hoping I look as downcast as possible so Joel would let me off the hook.

"Well, Nikki, the gardener here says he’s no mean, selfish pig. Now, why did you call him that?"

I glance up. I’m so screwed, how am I going to get out of this?

"Er…he’s mean because…"

I start stammering nervously, and if you must know, Nikki Hamilton seldom ever loses her tongue. Joel stares at me in bemusement.
Come on, Nikki, think!

"He’s mean because he kills weeds."

It would have been funny – the baffled looks on Daddy and Joel’s faces – but it’s a serious matter, really. I’ve got myself out of "mean". Now, how am I suppose to wheedle out of "selfish" and "pig"?

"I’m mean because I kill weeds?"

I glare at Joel, silently screaming "Shut up, Joel, just shut up!" But we’re not telepathic.
I shake my head reproachfully.

"You are mean. Really mean. I’ve always loved the weeds, you know? Then you had to pull them out by their poor little roots, and it’s so sad, really, because now I cannot ever see them flower and bear fruits."

Joel clears his throat delicately.

"Er…the weeds in your garden don’t actually flower and bear fruit."

I’m going to fire my biology teacher.

"And how about selfish? When was I ever selfish?"

"Did I say selfish?"

I open my eyes widely and innocently.

"I meant selfless."

"In what way?"

Daddy’s staring at the both of us in amusement again. Like he’s the old grandfather, and we’re two squabbling toddlers.
I chew nervously on my lip again. At this rate, I’m going to need stitches on my lower lip.

"You’re selfless because…you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to Hayley."

"I am? What’s wrong with Hayley?"

I think hard for another lie.

"She’s a man-eater. A real herbivore…"

"Herbivores are vegetarians."

I hate Joel.

"Omnivore then."

"Those are animals that eat both vegetables and meat. I believe you meant to say Carnivore."

I ignore him.

"Well, that one time, she met this guy at a pub. After she doped his drink, she lugged him back to her mansion. It was twelve midnight. And everybody knows, vampires come alive at twelve midnight."

"Erm, Hayley is not a vampire, Nikki. And vampires do not exist."

Daddy cuts in, and I believe he can see through my tall tale.

"Yeah, well, then explain this: The maid came out the next day, with a plate of bones. And the guy was gone!"

"Hayley eats chicken for supper sometimes, Nikki. Mr White told me so."

I wish Daddy wouldn’t interrupt. He’s spoiling all the mystery.

"That’s what the adults say. But Hayley’s really a man-eater. So, Joel, you really are so…"

What was my point again?

"Selfless?"

Ah, that’s it.
I nod, and glance up at Daddy and Joel.
I think they’re trying to stifle their laughter.
I never knew I was so funny.

"Well, pig or no pig, you take care of her while I’m away."

What?

"I’ll pay you for whatever expenses she clocks up."

"It’s alright sir, you don’t have to."

Since when was Joel so darn nice?

Daddy smiles at me, winks at Joel, and saunters out of the garden.

"Have fun!"

He calls over his shoulder to me.
I’m sure I wouldn’t.
Joel stares at me.

"You want to know what’s Rule Number Four, Niks?"

"What?"

"In any relationship, lying gets you nowhere."

"Thanks for telling me that only now."