This Means War
When Noah posted my love letter on facebook, he didn't realise the consequences it would bring. I'm not one for weeping, instead I did the next best thing: revenge. With my friends as my support pillars, I got him back good. We were referred to as the Girls from then on. The group consisted of me: the control freak, Johanna: the mother figure, Summer: the master mind and Carson: the sarcastic realist. Individually we were fairly harmless but together we were lethal, terrifying. But our attack was reciprocated a week later. While I had an army of my own, Noah had his. The Boys consisted of Noah: (who would have guessed?) the arrogant obnoxious asshole, Jason: the deceiving sweetheart, Lucas: the evil competitor, and wait for it... My own bloody brother, Pharoh: the fabulous traitor. We went back and forth, pranking and revenging at any given opportunity for four years. I wanted to drown Noah more than anything but I wanted rescue him with a CPR because through all of this, I couldn't hate really Noah. But between the two of us, it was a constant fight to get the upper hand. And it was a fight which I was determined to win. But what happens when outsiders begin to get into this war and suddenly you all find yourselves fighting for the same team? Because when hearts get involved, things are ought to get messy. Don't tell me, I didn't warn you. And it's only just the beginning.…