Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I sat on Michael’s bed, sticky and covered in soda. The three boys were standing in front of me. I could tell Michael was trying not to crack up laughing. His friends had some serious faces on, they obviously don’t find it funny.

“What were you thinking?” Nick asked through clenched teeth.

“I was bored, and I was getting revenge for not brining me to school.”

“Yeah well now I’m wet and sticky,” Nick whined.  Michael started to laugh and my frown faltered. That boy and his mind, it’s going to get him in trouble one day.

“Shut up!” Nick yelled at him.

“You know you were thinking it too,” I lazily stated. He rolled his eyes at me.

“Brenna, you’re going to clean this mess up. Once it’s cleaned up I’ll think about driving you to the rink tonight,” Michael threatened, he’d never.

“Yeah, how do you expect I’d get there then?” I asked him.

“You can walk, it’s only an hour away on foot.” My mouth dropped open. He expects me to walk for an hour just to go skating!

“No way! You’re driving me and that’s that.” End of story, he’s driving me or I’m going to annoy him until the day he dies.

“Michael stop letting your girlfriend boss you around,” the other guy said jokingly.

“Drew, she is not my girlfriend.” I laughed at them. They gave me a weird look but I couldn’t stop. I think the sugar from the soda has seeped through my skin.

“Whatever. I’m going to go get some new clothes,” Drew grumbled.

I got up from the bed and reached towards my pants. Michael snatched them from me before I could grab them. The little devil. Who does he think he is? I’m not going to just clean his dorm in wet clothes.

I reached for my pants again and he tossed them to Nick. It was like a game of monkey in the middle, with my pants. I waited until Nick was about to throw my pants back to Michael. As soon as he let go I tackled Michael and landed on top of him. He was so confused that I had just enough time to jump up and grab my pants.

“That wasn’t fair,” he whined.

“I don’t care, I don’t play by the rules.”

“Spicy,” Nick interjected.

“Excuse me?”

“I guess I could’ve said spunky too,” Nick said with a shrug.

“Nick has a certain liking for spunky girls,” Michael told me. I gave Nick a suspicious look as he sat back down on his bed.

I sighed before walking towards the bathroom. I grabbed one of Michael’s shirts just as I was entering. I hope that this is clean. It would be disgusting to wear a dirty shirt, that‘s not even mine.

I quickly changed and used the comb on the counter to tame my bed head. Of course it’s not perfect, as if it’s ever really perfect. I looked under the counter for an unopened toothbrush, luckily I found one. I brushed my teeth and then finished up. Michael looked at me with a frown.

I looked down and noticed that I was wearing his favorite shirt. What he doesn’t want me to wear it? Or did he want to wear it today? His loss.

I started to pick trash up from the floor and desks. I’ll just give this place a total cleaning because it’s disgusting to look at. Okay, maybe not that disgusting. But still.

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