Operation: Loser by C. Joyce & Jessica Pham -or- Jessica Pham & C. Joyce (books for 8th graders .txt) 📕

~Clayse's POV.~

Oh, fudge balls! Oh, fuge balls! Oh, fudge balls! I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! Should I downstairs or shouldn't I?

I asked myself...Weird I'm talking to myself again...

Just do it!

A angry voice boomed inside of-me?

What the-

"Clayse! Hurry up! You're so damn slow!" I heard Jasmine yelled at me downstairs in the kitchen. Jeez, someone's on their time of the month....

Hilarious, now go! Or else she'll you into a dog, wait, you already are one..

Huh?

"CLAYSE!" Now this time, both Jasmine and Chloe shouted at me. Calm down people, what am I a good ole' dog?

Yes.

I tried to ignore that annoying voice and just ran down the stairs while jumping off 3 stairs. Yes! Finally! I didn't fell face flat to the tiles this time! Yeah...I'm a true klutz, who knew?

I did.

Shut up! You're making me feel like an idiot talking to myself.

But you're not, you're talking to me, Clayse Moonlight Ling.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! How do you even know my full name?

I burst back to-ah-me? Nothing, finally, that got whatever to shut the fudge up. I turn to my right side to get food from the kitchen. Only to find Chloe and Jasmine with weird looks on their faces...

"You o.k. Little C?" Chloe questioned me with a steady voice.

I slowly replied, "Yeah..."

It was Jasmine's turn to talk and she to had also a confuse and worried look on her face,"You sure sis, I mean, you were yelling at yourself...and-"

"I'm fine guys! Jeez, calm down, what'a are you guys? The cops?" I rudely said my tone not at all nice. I opened the refrigerator's white doors and a blast of cold wind sweep onto my face. I search inside the refrigerator for anything to eat. My eyes quickly landed on a chocolate fudge cake and guess what! Delicious yellow sweet mangoes! Yummy!

"Don't even think about it!" Jasmine's voice interfere my thoughts on me starving on the delicious fudge cake.

"But why?!" I whined like a three year old, I want to eat that cake so bad!

"Because you're going to get fat!" Is that her excuse? I'm already chubby! Heck, I don't even care if I get fat, I just want that cake! My sister is stubborn as a log by the way, the only way for her to say "Yes" was from Chloe. So, I flip my head on to Chloe, who was too busy texting someone.

Chloe's hazel eyes burned into my dark chocolate brown eyes. "No." Chloe said as like she read my mind. Well...that hurts...I'm so sorry my dear cake!

"But..." Jasmine started, "if you act like a badass then, I guess, you can have the cake."

"YES!" I shouted with victory.


*Ding dong*

Huh?

"I'll get it!" Jasmine shouted as she ran to the door.

"No, I want to!" I raced faster to the door than my oldie of a sister and opened it. There stood a tall dude with black hair. He was like six foot something with dreamy sapphire eyes that sucks you into them. Who is this dude?

"Ah..." The dude mutter with confusion, man! I need to stop calling this dude, "The dude". Oh man, I did it again!

"Is Chloe here?" Ooohhh,Chloe's got a little boyfriend, well o.k., he's not little at all.

My soul was laying to the dude's eyes....Snap out of it Clayse!

"A-Ah ye-yeah..." I murmured quietly.

"Jake! You're here!" Chloe's voice creep out from behind me. So this dude's name is Jake? Jake? Jake? Jake? Whoa, blonde moment there! It's Jake, thee Jake Marshall! I should have known!

"Hey Chloe! Yeah, I need to talk to you about-" Jake Marshall, "The dude", was about to say until my meanie sistero had to say something.

"Talk about what?" The three of them exchange each other a glance. While I, Clayse Ling, just stood there like a lone wolf.

Jake just mutter in a stern voice, "Nothing. Right, Chloe?"

"Ri-right....well got to go Jazz!" She grab Jake's hand and ran out the door into his sports car.

One question was stuck on my mind: Are they dating?

I could tell Jasmine was pissed off, she hates when people answer her with a "nothing." I do also, it's in our blood. "Come'on Clay, let's go to school. Want me to drive you?"

I shook my head, I wanted to ride my baby to school. Dude...that sounded so wrong...

You're such a perv.

I talk back to the voice, what is it anyways?!

We both walk out of the house and onto the driveway, where Jasmine's pure purple 2012 Yamaha Yzf R1 was. While mine was inside the garage. My baby was a shiny blue with gray and white stripes 2010 Yamaha R1. Even though Jasmine's motorcycle was newer and mine was 2 years older, I still love my baby. I got on the seat my leather pants that were getting tighter. Jazz got on her seat also, who was wearing short shorts, yuck. I never wore short shorts in my life and never will.

Jasmine was getting ready to put on her black with a red rose on it motorcycle helmet. Before she was about to Jasmine yelled at me, "Remember don't be causal be radical!" The words rolled in my mind...Don't be causal be radical

.

You heard your sister, follow it!

I did as told and didn't even bother to wear a helmet.

I nodded as I drove outside the garage and onto the driveway. Where I stopped next to Jasmine, "And remember when we went to Philippines?". She had a grin growing on her face, "Lowest to the low."

"Definitely." Jasmine and I both laugh as we went onto our separate ways to school.

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As I made to the front doors of my school, people were staring in shock. What they never saw a 8th grader riding a motorcycle?

That...and maybe they're checking you out since some guys are drooling over you.

The voice was right, I took a glimpse to see a group of guys checking out my body.

Pervs...

I also saw Asher but he wasn't looking at my body at all. His face just looked-tense when he saw what I was wearing. I was only wearing tight black leather pants, combat boots, a dark chocolate colored leather jacket, and inside was a white tank top that had a rose on it. It's not that bad...right?
I just ignored all the boys and walked into school. As I walked to my first class, Gym, more guys drool over me. While girl's gave me hateful daggers, jealous much?

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"Clayse! Clayse! Clayse, please come back! I swear, it's not what it looks like!" He shouted fiercely at me but I just continued on walking home, crying.

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I'm Done With This Chapter! I will make a short story (called: Endlessly) for Clayse maybe only 10 or more chapters! Yeah! Whoa! Why? Cause I actually like Clayse the most besides Chloe and Jasmine of this book. O.k..I lied this chapter is a shorter version and the complete version will only be on "Endlessly."

So..how's the story so far? Do you guys want more drama, fighting, swearing, kissing? Please not kissing...(weirdos, jk). But no worries there's 20+ chapters to go, Jessica and I will add all the drama you guys like. Maybe too much. =3 More hearts the faster we write, it works like us. I know, I know, pushy much? Nah, school is getting in my way of writing. But see you guys soon, I dream of a new chapter when I come back to write. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, but I hate proofreading. -_- Too much boredom. Me and Jessica will take a break so new readers can catch up. I hate reading a new story when I have like 11+ to read, so yeah... Remember hearts! Like this---> ♥ or like this --> ❤

Love you all,
C. Joyce =3

~Chloe's POV.~

Jake and I walked into the regular, nothing new, high school. It felt like everyone's eyes were on just the both of us. Fudging gossipers, were chic-chatting about us two again. Why can't people just get a life?! Stares of shock and even death stares sent daggers just onto me but not Jake. No, everyone was still scared of Jake since he can beat any guy or gang member into a pulp. Although, I never knew anyone that was scared of me...I was just boring ole' Chloe Vanessa Willows.

There was two deathly auras on me and Jake. I looked up to see both Brittney and even...Jasmine glaring murderously at us two. Whoa! Why is Jasmine pissed to the bone?

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!", they both burst at the same time. First, Brittney and Jasmine looked at each other's eyes with hatred. Then, me and Jake did the same thing only not with hatred but with confusion.

"What the hell is going on?", Jake whispered quietly at me. I only shrugged back, how should I know?

Brittney violently grabbed my arm and pushed me into the solid wall, and hold on Jake's arm like no tomorrow. "Stay the fuck away from him! HE'S M-I-N-E!"

"Hey! Don't you fucking dare do that to my best friend, you sorry excuse of a whore!" Jasmine's face was red with fury yet still manage to look pretty as always. Jasmine pinched her hand on Brittney's arm so they can look face-to-face. Even though Jasmine's Asian and well-not trying to be a stereotype- short, way shorter than Brittney...Jazz was the feirce one out of the both of them. "Listen to me princess of sluts-"

"-Why sh-should I-I lis-ten to y-you?!", Brittney A.K.A "Princess of sluts" stutter a bit but tried to manage wanting to look "tough".

Jazz jammed her nails harder, making her nails deep into her skin causing Brittney to cry a loud screech. "Because-of you listen to me...the less pain you have to go though. Got that?!", Brittney nodded, "Good. So first, if you do anything that will hurt Chloe either mentally or physically, I will be your karma. I always hated you from day 1, so don't think I wouldn't take a fist onto your fake, plastic face. Now...why don't you just go back to your little "sex toy", Nate, and forget 'this' ever happened. Okay?" Jasmine said "okay" like a teacher talking to a little 5 year old. As Jazz slowing remove her hand on Britt's arm, I could see five red nail marks on her skin.

Princess of sluts just nodded and slowly walked away, still scared of her little accident with Jazz. "Wait-", Brittney stopped her high heels and turned to face Jasmine, "-take this!" Jazz punched Brittney's face and the noise run throughout the entire school. A back bruise was only left with the little princess feeling the bruise. As Brittney was slowly removing her hand on her face...she jumped on Jasmine causing both of them on the ground-attacking each other.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"Whhhooooaaaa! CHICK FIGHT!"

"KICK THAT WHORE'S ASS!"

"MY MONEY IS ON JASMINE!"

"No way dude! Brittney is like a kitty-cat with