"How can something so sweet be so sour?" - Riley Monroe
"I'm so tired!" I groaned the next morning.
I knew I shouldn't have stayed up all night yesterday talking to Aaron. It's his fault that I'm so tired this morning.
"Come on, Riley!" Tammy smacked me with a pillow. "Up!"
I just rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head.
"That's it!" I heard Tammy say before slamming the cabin door.
She must've gone out. I was just about to drift back to sleep when I heard the door open and felt the blankets ripped off of me.
I was met with the cold morning air, but instead of reacting to it, I just stayed there curled up in a ball. Maybe they'll leave me alone if I just stayed still?
I spoke too soon because all of a sudden, I felt two strong arms scooping me up and started carrying me somewhere. I still didn't say anything and kept my eyes closed.
"I know you're awake cupcake," a deep voice cuts through my thoughts.
Just go away whoever you are. I need sleep. Wait. Cupcake? Who do I know that calls me cupcake?
I opened my eyes and saw that Aaron was carrying me bridal style. Me. In his arms. Before I could even process what was happening, I felt myself getting sprayed with a hose.
Recovering from my shock, I saw Tammy, Cassidy, and Raven standing there with a hose. Scratch that. Three hoses to be exact. They each had one. But the cabin only had one hose attached to the side. How on earth did they get two more?
"Oh, it's on," I said scrambling out of Aaron's arms and running up to Cassidy taking the hose right out of her hands and spraying her with it.
With a loud squeal, she ran off to the other side of the cabin. Without thinking much about her reaction, I turned to Aaron only to see him doubled over with laughter.
I walked over so that I was in front of him. He didn't seem to see me due to the fact that he was laughing so hard.
"I'm so glad you find this amusing," I said with a smirk and pulled the handle on the hose soaking him from head to toe.
The look on his face was priceless! His expression told me that he wasn't expecting that at all.
I burst out laughing and made my way over to the grass tripping on my way there.
"Oh your face!" I said pointing at him in between laughs. "Was priceless!"
I was too busy laughing that I didn't notice him walking up to me with a hose in hand.
"Now Riley, I see you have a few grass stains on your clothes. Wouldn't want them to not wash out right? I think I have the perfect solution to your problem," He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before I could even register what he just said, I felt myself getting sprayed once again.
"S-stop!" I said while sputtering out water. "Haha okay okay I give up! Just stop!"
I was on my stomach now to get my face away from the water so that I could speak. I could hear Aaron laughing behind me. That jerk. I'll get him back for this. You better watch your back Gray because you won't know what hit you.
I stood up and glared at him. I was pretty sure I was a complete mess, but I didn't care. An idea popped up in mind.
I smiled sweetly at him. "Would you like to give me a hug?" I held out my hands and slowly walked towards him.
His eyes widened as he slowly took a step back taking in my muddy appearance. He turned around and ran away, but I quickly tackled him and gave him a big hug.
"Get off me, cupcake!"
"No! You deserve to be tortured!"
He was quiet for a moment. That is never a good sign.
"I can see why you'd want to be in this position right now. I mean, any girl would kill to be with me," He said. Don't think that I didn't hear that cocky tone mister.
My cheeks flushed and I quickly stood up barely noticing how weird our position must have looked. I was practically straddling him for goodness sakes!
I took a moment to see how he looked. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were wet and dirty, and he had dirt all over his face. Overall, he looked much better than before.
"I like the new look on you. What's it called? Dirt Couture?" I teased.
He gave me a flat look. "I think you should go shower. Class starts in about..." He looked at his waterproof watch. "10 minutes."
My eyes widened. ""See you in class!" I said and ran off to the cabin.
"So what happened between you and -" Tammy said right when I rushed through the door.
"Can't talk right now! Gotta go shower!"
I literally took the shortest shower in history, and got dressed. I picked out a black tank top, dark skinny jeans, and I threw on a red and black plaid shirt over my outfit. I walked past the girls who were already dressed and grabbed my red vans. I glanced at the clock. Two minutes.
I rushed back in the restroom and ran a brush through my wet hair. I guess I'll just let it dry naturally then.
"Okay! Let's go!" I pushed the girls out of the cabin and parted ways with them.
I arrived in Mr. Ross's class right when the bell rang and took a seat. Aaron was already there all showered and with a fresh pair of clothes on. How did he do all that so fast? Guys must take really fast showers or they just have this super power that allows them to move fast.
"Nice to see that the two of you are on time today," Mr. Ross greeted us as he walked in class.
"Blame the guy sitting next to me," I muttered.
Mr. Ross just shook his head in amusement, and started reading today's plans.
"You cleaned up well," Aaron leaned over and said. He smelled like citrus and cinnamon. A weird combination, but it worked well for him.
"I wish I could say the same about you," I retorted, but I couldn't hide the smile creeping onto my face.
He only smiled and returned his attention to Mr. Ross. I was lying about what I was saying earlier. Of course he looked good. He always looked good. Great even. But no way am I ever going to tell him that. His ego is big enough, and we wouldn't want it to get any bigger now would we? No we don't.
I diverted my attention away from Aaron, and tuned in on whatever Mr. Ross was talking about.
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A Handful of Sugar (COMPLETED & REVISED)Teen Fiction
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