chapter twenty nine

                                    

                                              
Doorknobs in the Baesment. (Not a spelling error)

                          
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Picture: it's true. I nose it.

                          
Video: Clark's song. Aka the best song since sliced bread.

                          
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"That was really weird," I cringe.
                          
"Never again," Tyler shudders, "We sounded like twelve year olds in a relationship."
                          
I nod, agreeing with him one hundred percent. After we had basically told each other that we were incomplete without each other, it followed with a session of staring at one other like our eyes magically turned into nipples.
                          
Needless to say, mushy business is a no-no.
                          
"Hey, did you hear about Allie and Destiny?" Clark asks me from across the table. His blonde hear is tucked under a black SnapBack, messy curls popping out from underneath. 
                          
I shake my head. I hadn't heard much about Allie and Destiny lately. They kept to themselves, mainly only talking to each other. 
                          
"Apparently Allie is pregnant," Clark crosses his arms over with a smug smirk on his face.
                          
I gasp loudly. Allie? Pregnant? I would have thought she'd have the decency to at least wrap her conquests willy. "You're shitting me," I deadpan. "Do you know who the father is?"
                          
Clark grunts disapprovingly, "Unfortunately. Hayden didn't stop the stream before he creamed."
                          
"I saw it coming," Tyler shrugged. I gape at him. "All she cared about was sex, it was no surprise that she was going to fall pregnant sooner or later. Maybe it'll be a reality check."
                          
Nate snorts, "Like hell. That girl wanted to be used just so that she could have the gratification to be popular."
                          
Emily nods, "She may have been nice to us Nova, but that wasn't even her speaking to us. That was the devil she conjured."
                          
Emily must have been watching horror movies lately. 
                          
"She has good boobs though," Clark points out smugly. I think he's just proud that he got to 'tap that'. 
                          
I fake gag, "Can we not talk about her lady lumps when I have just ordered nuggets which should be here by now." My voice raises as Savannah walks past. She smiles sheepishly, continuing on to the table next to us to order. 
                          
"Control your woman," Nate tells Tyler, "All that sexual frustration has pent up inside of her and you just ain't cutting it."
                          
I growl, reaching over the table to where Nate is sitting. I grab his ear, earning a loud yelp from my next victim. "I nearly pulled off Austin's ear yesterday, and I am not afraid to rip yours off either," I whisper in his ear.
                          
"You're a bloody maniac," Nate yelps, trying to get away from my vice grip. "Ah I surrender." I smile sweetly, letting go of his now red ear. "You need help, fuck me." 
                          
"Be nice," Tyler warns. 
                          
I lean on Tyler, "That's right Nate, be nice."
                          
"You are so stirring the pot," Tyler laughs at me as I cling onto his arm. 
                          
"I know," I smile. Oh well, pissing people off is like a talent for me, and I'm mr afraid to admit it.
                          
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You want to know what the most infuriating, horrible thing about house parties is?
                          
It's like all common sense flies out the window, and people are too busy feeling others up and sweating like a pig in summer on the dance floor. Don't get me wrong, alcohol is a pretty sweet thing, but teenagers just don't know when to stop.