I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my already shitty day.

"I didn't think it was rainin' that hard. You're seriously soaked, Bee. What happened?"

I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn't want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him as well.

It was official, I now and would forever more hate Dominic Slater.

"I don't want to go, I still feel like shite. Please, Branna, don't make me go. If you love me at all, you won't make me do this," I wailed and flung my limbs around like it was nobody's business.

Branna grunted as she continued to pull at my waist, trying to get me to release the handle of the passenger door of her car.

"I'm goin' to be late for class and so are you, so let go and get goin'!"

I gripped the handle of the car tighter. "Never!"

Branna sighed, loudly. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice."

I furrowed my eyebrows together and wondered what was she talking about- "Ahh!" I screamed, cutting my thoughts off. "No, Branna, don't tickle me! Mercy, mercy!"

She showed no mercy, she tickled under my armpits and down my ribs until I was a convulsing mess and jumped away from the car and her. She quickly locked up the car by pressing a button on her keys as soon as I was a metre or two away.

I was straightening my clothes out and shivering a little in my tickle aftermath while Branna folded her arms across her chest and cocked her eyebrow at me, daring me to come at her and the car again.

I groaned. "You're the worst sister ever, I'm dyin' here!"

Branna rolled her eyes. "You took your painkillers and ate some food, you can't miss class just to lay in bed and do nothin' so get!"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "When the day comes that you're in labour with a child I'm goin' to laugh at you and remind you of this day!" With that said, I turned and stomped across the car park towards my school's entrance.

"Have a nice day, you big baby!" Branna shouted after me, laughing.

Bitch!

I entered school just as the class bell rang, so I picked up my pace to a little jog. I didn't want to get a late stamp and be told off by teachers because that would just make me feel even worse. I got to registration class roughly three minutes after class started so when I entered the room, everyone was already seated and looked at the door when it opened. I didn't look at anyone, only my tutor who smiled at me when I walked in.

She looked a little too happy to see me.

"Welcome back, Bronagh, we missed you on Friday."

Sure.

"Uh, sorry I'm late, I overslept," I muttered.

The miss waved me off. "Not a bother, you're actually the girl I need to do a job for me since you're already on your feet."

Oh, bollocks.

"Uh, okay," I muttered.

She turned to the rest of the class. "I need another female volunteer for this special job."

Not one single girl raised her hand, and I didn't blame them, doing 'jobs' for teachers was always shite.

The miss sighed. "Okay, I'll just pick someone then… Destiny."

Destiny groaned out loud making everyone, except me, chuckle.

"Fine, what's the job?" she sighed.

"Well, as you all know, it's our annual Raise To Praise event day today, and this year the second year classes and tutors are in charge of decoratin' the hall and organisin' the games. But as usual there is only one job that two senior girls must do, no younger girls can do it. I've been asked to choose two lovely girls from my tutor class for the job."

A smile lit up on Destiny's face while a look of sheer horror overtook mine. I forgot all about the Raise To Praise event day; I would have locked myself in my bedroom if I had remembered it!

"The kissin' booth!" Destiny and I said in unison, only my tone was that of disgust while Destiny's tone was one of excitement.

"That's the one," the miss beamed.

Some of the boys in class whooped making Destiny playfully laugh.

I moved towards the miss. "Miss, pick someone else, please. This day is to raise money for the sports team; you will lose money if I help out at the kissin' booth, I guarantee you that."

Some people laughed, but I didn't care; they and I both knew it was true. I didn't look like Destiny at all; she was slim with curvy hips, big boobs, flaming red hair, and a beautiful face that was hardly ever in need of makeup. She was naturally stunning while I… wasn't. I knew I wasn't fat, but I wasn't slim like Destiny either. Like I mentioned before, I had a pear shape frame, which meant I was all small boobs and waist with a big arse and thighs that made me look huge unless I wore the right clothing.

"Oh, nonsense, don't even go there. You and Destiny are both pretty as can be so no backin' out," the miss stated, pulling me from my thoughts and making me sigh.

"Whatever," I mumbled and dragged my feet as I walked over to my desk, not looking down at the back row.

Down in the back was where it sat.

Unfortunately, first period was over like the snap of my fingers, and it made me inwardly groan and wish the class went on for longer.

"Everyone can head to the main hall now; have fun, and don't do anythin' that will wind up in me givin' out detention. Understood?"

Everyone mumbled a yeah to the miss, which made her happy, as we all headed out of class and towards the main hall. I felt a firm tap on my shoulder when I got inside, and it made me jump a little.

"Sorry," Destiny's voice chuckled as she rounded on me. "Didn't mean to scare you."

Yeah, like I believe that.

"You didn't," I lied.

Destiny smirked a little before fully smiling. "Let's go to the kissin' booth and get workin'."

She turned and pranced off towards the back of the hall where the kissing booth was always set up. I reluctantly followed her with my head down and my shoulders slumped.

When I got to the booth, Destiny was already settled into hers. So I slid into mine, put my bag on the floor next to me, closed my eyes, and proceeded to wish I was dead.

"Two Euro per kiss, ladies. Get the money first."

I opened my eyes and nodded to the male teacher who was talking to me and Destiny.

"The kissin' booth is open, lads," the sir then shouted.

I groaned, then dropped my head to my hands; this was so bloody embarrassing. About two minutes passed until a group of first year lads got the courage to inch their way towards the booth.

"We have money," one of the lads said.

I couldn't help but recoil a little; these lads were all only thirteen or so, and it was possible that Destiny or I was about to be their first kiss. That thought didn't sit well with me.