Different Way

Disarray

I turned around, trying to calm my urges. I wanted to bash his skull into the fucking earth.

Sean was standing in front of his closet messing around with the merchandise he got from his 'groupies'.

I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck does he think he is?.

"Lew!" , I shouted. Images of him getting killed flashed rapidly in my mind. God dammit.

Sean slowly turned around, concerned. He raised a brow before leaning against his closet door.

"Yeah bro?" , He said innocently.

Fuck you.

I rolled my eyes. I hastily raised the bracelet above my head and showed it off to his guilty face. His mouth opened a bit leaving a confused look stamped on his visage.

"Where the fuck did you get this" , I asked him impatiently. I swing the bracelet back and forth with the ring of my finger causing him to roll his eyes.

"I think Bailey forgot it. I was about to feed it to Oreo but instead I left it laying" , Sean choked out. He walked to his bed and plopped onto the messy bed sheets. Fuck.

I am trying to cool down. I can't handle this, Bailey is my fucking best friend.

What was she doing in this dirty ass room.

I bit my lip roughly before sitting down on his bean bag making sure to crease the cloth with my ass.

"How do you know her?" , I mumbled. I hugged my knees together resting my chin on both knee caps.

Sean shrugged the thought and laid back down. "I met her at Walmart"

Fucking Liar.  "Oh really?" .

Sean turned to me with his head resting on his forearm. He looked like he was ready to get laid. Retard.

"Yeah" , He muttered.

"Why'd you ask?" , Sean stared at me. Something tells me he's being a bit aggravated.

Fuck it. I'm telling him.

"Why was Bailey in your room?" , I said trying to hide my possessive tone of voice.

He looked at me with a unknown expression planted on his face until it turned into a delightful look. What the fuck.

"Bailey and her mom come here for dinner every once a week but then she accidentally slept here like a idiot she is" , Sean growled.

Fuck. Bailey did not tell me anything about going to this molester's house every fucking week.

"Really?" , I asked, wrathfully. Sean gives a quick nod and I signed. If Bailey doesn't trust me with sharing any of her secrets then what am I?.

"What is she to you" , I randomly choked out. I glared at him. He was now sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at me. He looked tall for a sixteen year old.

Sean bit his lip gently acting like a total gay.

"I don't know.. she's like a antic rival to me" , He mumbled. A quick glimsp of a small smile formed on his lips.

Fucking pussy.

I rolled my eyes. I would eventually brag about my relationship with her. Like always.

"Oh yeah?" , I chuckled slightly. Sean looks up. "Yeah...how about you?" , He asked.

I laughed quietly. I looked up to him and he was biting the inside of his right cheek causing his dimples to form.

"She's kinda like my best friend" , I boasted. Sean raised his left brow slowly before squinting his eyes at me.

"Oh...so the two of you are close?" , Sean quizzed enviously. He leaned forward a bit and grabbed a pop tart from his nightstand. I chuckled. Is he jealous or something?.

"Very Close.." , I raved. Why the fuck am I not beating the shit out of him.

"Well, Bailey and I cuddled all fucking night and we were pretty close....is that okay?" , Sean bites a huge amount, chewing on it slowly while staring down at me.

It was complete silence. The only sound I could hear is the tart being crunched violently by Sean.

I didn't even noticed that he finished his pop tart already. It was only a plastic wrapper in his hands.

My jaw dropped. You see, Our lives is like a competition. We would fight over girls, things, and even our own moms. But this kind of shit is real. We're fucking competing.

"Do I sense a deal daddy?" , Sean snickered bitterly. I rolled my eyes annoyed.

May the best fucking man win.

~ Bailey POV~

I stuffed my hand into the bowl of popcorn. I throw the rest of the corn into my mouth causing some to fall out. I've always wanted to do that.

"You got all of that kayc?" , I asked her. I told her about the crazy shit story that happened an hour ago. It took about an hour to complete our session.

"I think so" , She mumbled, massaging her forehead. I chuckled. I pushed the bowl towards her and gestured my head towards it.

"Dig in" , I smiled. Kaycee giggled before stuffing a whole lot of popcorn in her mouth. I laughed quietly as she digests the whole thing down.

"That made me a bit peckish" , I laughed.

Popcorn in cartoons seem more tastier in a drawing but In real life it looks like a hard white flower burned into crisp.

I kept my watch on Kaycee. She was using her phone beside me but she was covering the screen with her left hand. It was like she didn't want me to see what she was doing.

Well, The Wifi in this fucked up house is higher than my grades so I don't complain with her privacy.

"Kaycee.." , I spoke. I placed my hand on her shoulder and shook it gently. She looked up from her phone and raised a brow, questionly.

"Babe, we're actually married in real life. Don't hide your little conversation from me" , I huffed.

She let's out a humongous laugh before turning her phone off and placing her attention onto me.

"Should I tell ya?" , Kaycee squealed. She seemed crazy than usual. I nodded slightly. She giggled and turned her phone back on before raising her device in front of my face.

I eventually smiled. De Guzman is one lucky prick.

TBC...

Average peeves.