Behind her Schemes, Amber M. [best non fiction books of all time .TXT] 📗

"You do realize if you take this," She began with her eyes staring at the blue leather heart lock diary that she held tightly by her fragile pale hand,"You and I are official settled."

Meaning all those memories in my mind from the first day I saw her classic fancy high heels to the day I saw her aboard the limo leaving for college meant nothing. All those times she caused hell to irrupt in my life I would have to forget it and push it down the dark hallow side of my mind. Even though I had no clue that she was in fact accepted in the same college. Here and now we stand before each other.

Negotiating.

I eyed the blue leather diary, trying to think of a solution to take it or not. It seemed to be trifling if she had no hesitation at all to hand it over to me. If her so called 'diary' was the real answer my heart craved for then I had to have options. Either do or don't whatever is lingering throughout the thick smooth pages.

My mind kept yelling the same things.

Do, Do and Do!

I sighed in defeat and slowly reached my hand out to grab the diary. My hand touched the blue leather fabric and a sudden urge to back out popped in my head. What could possibly happen? What? Me pulling a few tricks up my sleeve and landing a guy.
I looked up to meet serious dark brown eyes and the way her eyebrows furrowed made me shiver. She gently handed me the diary and stepped back a few steps. Curiosity crossed my mind of what lingers in the very diary of an 'old friend'. I unlocked the small lock and slowly opened the diary to reveal what hidden secrets of no other than my enemy back in high school...

And this all started yesterday...

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"Maeve!" A voice called my name for a billionth time. I turned over on my side and pushed my head further into my pillow. A slight annoyed huff left the person's mouth and a hand started shaking me but I groggily slapped it away.

Five seconds of peace. Maybe they finally have given up

, I thought but frowned when I felt my bed tip.

Landing on your face wasn't too fun. For all of you concerned, it hurts like hell.

My eyes shot open and I searched my room for the culprit. Finally landing my eyes on a pair of soft aqua blue eyes made me want to jump in joy. Wondering minds.

Boy best friend, no.

Guess again?

Boyfriend, nope.

Only one thing left.

Brother, yes.

My slender hot-headed idiot for a brother had left me two years into high school to go to stinking college. Leaving me with melodramatic parents and annoying neighbors. To top it off all the hell Carissa Johnson put me through. I knew from the first day I saw her classic fancy high heels step out of a limo that she'd be my personal murderer

. I shuddered of the thought of it and snapped out of my thoughts to focus on my now smiling idiotically brother.
I rushed to my feet and balanced myself out. I wrapped my arms around my brother, hugging him and squeezing hard for pay back for how he woke me up. Has he ever heard of a glass of cold water?! He let out a uh and slight smile appeared on his face.

"I know you miss me, Mae but can you ease off a little." He told me. I let him go and smiled at him.

He has no idea I'll be leaving him here while I go to college

, I thought.

"Anything you want to tell me?" He asked as his eyebrows raised. I brought my pointing finger to my chin and tapped repeatedly to make him anxious and impatient.

"Well, nah. Umm...Oh! Never mind. Oh I know! Wait...I forgot. Ah, I-" He cut me off with a chuckle. He ruffled my bed hair and made it worse.

Thanks. Now it will take an hour to brush my hair.

I scowled at him and said,"I'm going to college and leaving you here with our melodramatic parents." His chuckle was long gone and his smile never returned. HA! Serves him right! I smirked as I walked past him to my bedroom door and turned back around.

"Oh and the annoying neighbors to. Of course. You can't miss em." I added and then sprinted off down the hall to the staircase. Taking my time like an old woman walking down the stairs and then hopping off into the kitchen where the smell of breakfast made my stomach growl.

Blonde hair in a pony tail came into my sight and I smiled. My mother had always debated on which kid would be more like dad, which turned out to be me. The one who enjoys stuffing her face and never cared a fly about wearing Pj's in public. I dared not to ask mum or Jasper about wearing their Pj's in public for once. They would have killed me with their own bare HANDS.

Sadly, it's not a joke.

"Hi, Hun." My mother said as she sat a plate filled with deliciously hot food on the table. I nearly forgot to answer her from me drooling over the food.

"H-Hi." I finally said as I sat down and started to stuff my face.

A laugh came from my mother's mouth and I rolled my eyes at her. The usual hyena laugh like Jasper's. It was weird how much they were alike. I thought it was suppose to be the daughter that took after her mother but I guess god wanted something different for a change. A daughter who took after her dad's habits, looks, talents and attitude.
While my brother, Jasper took the hyena laugh, the blonde luscious hair, the soft aqua blue eyes, popularity and seriousness. No, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I love my dark brown wavy hair, green eyes, tallness and etc. It's just weird.
I snapped out of my thoughts to notice I had finished my breakfast. I stood up and walked to the sink. Laying the plate down in the sink and turning around toward the staircase my mother watched me. I knew she was on the verge to cry her eyes out.

Probably mumbling 'Oh! How my baby girl has grown up?' or 'My baby girl is all big and adultive.' Okay.....I made adultive up. So what? She still looked like she was. I rolled my eyes and walked up stairs. I walked down the hall and into my room. Finding my suit cases and laying them on the floor, I started to pack.

* * *
Some ride that was. I was pushed into a limo, hauled off with some rich strangers and now I was harshly left alone on the side of the road by my college. Nice people, right? I sighed and started to walk along the sidewalk.
The place was beautiful. A white fountain stood right in front of it, tennis courts, basketball courts, a football field and etc. Just a question filled my mind at the moment. Why did I even get accepted here? I don't play any sports, I don't do track or cheer leading. I was always the hard working nerd back in high school. A report card of straight A's and full scholar ship for college.
Plus this college was obvious for rich snobs. Just saying. Some girls that passed me wearing thin five inched heels while I'm wearing beat down sneakers that was on the verge of falling apart. I never really cared of what first expression of some barbie doll had of me. At least I wasn't fake or trying to steal some guy away from my best friend.
They stared me down like they heard what I was thinking and gave me the your-pathetic look as they passed me. I rolled my eyes and walked up to the front entrance. I stared at the white stairs as my eyes made their way up to the revolving doors. A strawberry blond hair girl stood on the very top step that very girl was...

"Carissa Johnson?" It came out more like a question. she turned around towards me and stared at me.

"Yeah." was all she said. I walked up the stairs to the top one and stood in front of Carissa.

She looked clueless of who I was. I chuckled at her fail of realization and took my huge rim glasses out of my bag. I put them on and Carissa's eyes widen a fraction.

"Maeve?!" She blurted it out like a question but I ignored it. I nodded and took off the huge rim glasses.

"You look," She stared me up to down and then continued,"...Nice." I knew she was lying.

"Liar." I crossed my arms and glared at Carissa.

"Do you know lying isn't good for your health?" A voice said behind Carissa. Carissa moves a little and smiles.

A tall slim guy with curly brown hair, brown eyes and a cute smile walked up to Carissa. He wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at me, Carissa smiled at him but not a fake smile, a real one.

"Who's this beautiful young lady?" He asked Carissa as his eyebrows raised. Carissa smiled nervously and I could tell she was freaking out.

"Maeve." I said shooting Carissa a smile that told her it was okay. She seemed to notice and relaxed a bit but she still was on edge.

"Maeve. What a beautiful name right, Carissa?" He asked her smiling.

"Y-yeah. A very good...name." She stuttered at first and forced a smile. The guy didn't seem to notice because he still smiled at me.

"So....Do you guys know each other?" The guy asked. Carissa froze and for the first time I saw a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Of course. We use to go to the same high school." I told the guy. It was true.

"Really? That's great. A friend of Carissa's is a friend of mine. My name is Darren by the way." He reached out his free hand and I shake it.

"Nice meeting you, Maeve. I would hang around but I have football practice." He said. Darren quickly kissed Carissa's cheek and jogged off.

I was amused that Carissa was actually with someone and he was a nice someone. After along time