Changing Mr. Popular

Chapter Nine | Love is a Battlefield

Nine
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"Okay, now spill!"

It was later after school that same day, and Audrey and I were lounging on my bed. She had refrained from bringing up the photo booth incident all through dinner—most likely because we were eating with the rest of my family—but it appeared she couldn't wait any longer.

I groaned and stuffed a handful of gummy bears in my mouth. This could buy me another two minutes of stalling.

Audrey sighed and popped a few in her mouth while she waited for me to finish, turning her attention to the tv that was on the wall across from my bed.

When I finally swallowed she jerked her head back in my direction. She grabbed that damned photo-strip off of my dresser, but I ignored her for another minute before I felt her burning holes in the side of my head.

I sighed and started explaining in detail all that had happened which, compared to what she was thinking, was really nothing.

Her excited face dropped down into one of disappointment. "Are you sure nothing...else happened between you guys? I mean, look at this one, he's kissing your cheek! Those soft, sexy lips were on your cheek!"

"Yes, I'm sure, Audrey...and that wasn't romantic, he just did that out of nowhere because he knew it would piss me off."

She sighed. "You should stop ruining it! I mean, he obviously wants you. You could get into bed with that."

I gasped. "Audrey! I'm not that easy, thank you very much! And tons of girls have gotten into bed with 'that'. I'm not about to be used like all of them were."

She smiled. "That's why he likes you, Lauren. You're not like the rest." She said the second part extra dramatically, making me both laugh and roll my eyes.

"He doesn't 'like' me, you delusional freak, he just wants an easy shag."

She raised an eyebrow. "Shag? What are you, British now?"

"No, but one of my best friends, Charlie was. I guess some of his vocabulary rubbed off on me."

"Are you sure that's not the only thing of his that rubbed off on you?"

My eyes widened and I threw my pillow at her. "We were just friends, you sicko!"

She started laughing so hard she couldn't breathe and, as much as I tried to look mad at her, I couldn't help but laugh with her.

She finally recovered and looked at me somewhat slyly. "While we're on the subject, you never told me how cute your brother is. Now I'm disappointed I hadn't met him until today."

I sat up straighter. "First of all, what subject?" I asked with alarm.

"Yeah," she sighed dreamily. "I first ran into him when I went downstairs for a drink earlier and he was unloading dinner with your dad. Totally my type."

"What the fuck?" I asked, too stunned to hide the horror creeping into my voice.

Her expression broke and she collapsed into another fit of laughter. "I'm totally messing with you! Consider it payback for not telling me about the pictures with Tyler until you were forced."

I sighed in relief. "Oh, okay."

"He is cute though."

I gave her a pointed look before we both started laughing again.

After finishing up all our sweets and watching a few movies, Audrey headed home due to the fact that it was still a school night.

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