Introduction

"Hey, Paige!" Ugh. This girl again. I turned around and asked.

"What? Any problem?" I'm really sure that--

"You're so gorgeous today!" I sensed she needs something from me.

"C'mon, Tris. Spill it out." 

She looked at me skeptically. "Um..." 

"What? You'll gonna piss me off again?" I said, harshly.

She looked at me and skeptically smiled. "Um. M-maybe? Y-yes." See? 

"But, not the pissing off you used to know." her aura become serious.

"What do you mean?" This time, I sense that she's far more serious. "Hey, don't joke me." I complained seriously.

She looked at me and asked, "Do I look like I'm joking, Paige? I haven't said anything, yet, you have judged me immediately." 

I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just--"

"Now, I really look like I'm joking to you. This is a very important matter. So please, be serious even a little." I can't answer anything. I'm speechless. I just nodded in response.

"Ready, Paige?" I nodded.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"Let's go somewhere else private." She looked around and she dragged me to a private place.

"Welcome to the Creeper's Lounge." She declared. What the hell. Its name. It's very, unbelievable.

"Creeper's Lounge, you say? Then who's the founder of your so-called lounge?" She smiled along with her sparkling eyes. She told me that Rae Miller, the alumni of Blood Winter Academy, is the owner. She was on her 8th Grade when she made the group; and it was still alive and kicking.

She asked me why'd I asked the stupid question. I just told her that I'm just curious. 

"Really?" She asked me unbelievably. I nodded and asked her what will she say. 

"Ah. That thing?" She looked around. She sat on the porch and swayed her foot.

"Well. The population is... growing." I knitted my brows in confusion. "Population of what?" 

Again, she changed her face expression. I didn't did something wrong, right? 

"Seriously, Paige. You don't know anything?" I raised my brow. "Seriously, Carla. Would I ask that dumb question if I know any single thing?" 

She shrugged. "Well, maybe? Just to confirm your conclusions about that." I just groaned. How could be Carla so dumb?

"Oh well. The population of the Reckers is growing." Reckwhat? What is she saying? Is she crazy? "Oh Carla. I really understand what you're saying." I sarcastically said. 

"Seriously. You really really don't know anything?" She look like she's pitying me. She went down the porch and dusted off her uniform. I raised my hands and rolled my eyes. "I really look like I'm joking, Carla." I plainly told her.

"Let me tell you one thing. Reckers. A woman will be called Recker if she became a girlfriend of the casanova," She stated.

"Reckers is divided into three little groups." This conversation is getting boring. "Oh well. Nice story, Carla." I said.

"C'mon, Paige. This is a serious matter." She slowly stated. "Urgh, fine! Why don't you just get straight to the point!?" I fiercely asked. C'mon! I have some many tasks to do! I can't waste my God-knows-how-long time to this sick conversation!

"Ok, fine. Just calm down." I stared at her blankly. Later on, I raised an eyebrow. This girl is really pissing me off. 

"Are you gonna tell me? Or I'll gonna beat the shit out of you?" I madly asked. 

"Fine! Fine! You should ask the casanova to date you!" My jaw dropped.

Chapter I - Start

Paige

"Everybody up! Everybody up!" I groaned as I heard the familiar shout lingering in the room. Well yeah, that's my alarm clock, and I don't know where'd I got that alarm tone. But couldn't I get some sleep? Like 5 more minutes? I covered my ears with my pillow and drifted to sleep. 

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