{Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met, I probably would just stay in bed.
Do Re Mi - Blackbear}
Chapter Nine – "Am I Really That Interesting?"
Mum!" I thundered, storming down the stairs in my pajamas and a look of pure annoyance plastered on my face. Clutched in my fisted palm was my school shirt – or what was left of it, anyway.
Someone had a lot of explaining to do.
"In the laundry!" came her muffled reply, causing me to spin on my heel and stomp in that direction. I swept inside, barely glancing at the towering basket of laundry my mother was sorting as I brandished the t-shirt in the air.
"Look at this!" I cried, the torn fabric hanging limply from my hands as I held it up before me. Mum's eyes widened slightly as she got to her feet.
"Oh," she murmured, her lips pressing into a thin line as she gingerly removed the slivers from my grasp. "I guess there's no point me asking how this happened."
I scoffed.
"That damned dog," I hissed, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation. "That was my only clean school shirt!"
"I'm sure it was," mum said, trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to appear.
"Seriously?" I asked disbelievingly, sending her a flat look as she let out a snicker. "What kind of parenting do you call this? You should be upstairs right now strangling Bacon, not giggling over his handiwork!"
"Oh come on Anna, you have other shirts," mum reasoned, dropping the remains of my school shirt and fishing another one out of the pile. "Stop being so melodramatic."
Was she serious? I gaped at the back of her head for a minute before abruptly turning on my heel and stalking upstairs.
"He will not get away with this," I muttered darkly as I reached my bedroom door. Sucking in a deep breath, I twisted the knob and pushed inside, peering cautiously round the door until my eyes landed on the unlucky culprit.
The monstrous ball of fur that was sprawled across my bed shifted at the sound of the door opening, and I watched through narrow eyes as Bacon's head swung in my direction, a pair of tights dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Oh. Hell no.
Hiding my balled fists behind my back, I forced a smile and advanced towards Bacon, stepping over the scattered clothes on my floor and silently praying that I didn't trip.
"Hey there Bacon," I cooed, slowly inching my way towards the middle of the room, my movements slow and exaggerated so as not to startle him and cause a stampede. "Take it easy now kid, I'm not going to hurt you."
Yet.
Bacon cocked his head curiously as I took another measured step towards him, his dark eyes blinking out from under his thick fringe as he dropped the tights and licked his lips.
Savouring the taste of my good clothes, no doubt.
"Just stay calm, there's a good boy," I said my tone even as I reached for the umbrella that was leaning against the wall. "We're all friends here."
I raised my choice of weapon, holding it out in front of me like a baseball bat as I shuffled through the throng of chaos on my floor. Then, just as I was about to click the umbrella open, Bacon made his move.
It happened so fast I barely had time to react as Bacon launched himself off the bed and soared towards me like a giant flying fur ball. The last thing I remember was Bacon's larger than life head filling my vision, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth blissfully before we hit the deck.
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Teen FictionDamon Smith - he's an illegal fighter, whose reputation on the streets is even worse than at school. He's known around the country as the best fighter in Victoria, but his title ranks second to his man-whore qualities and bad behavior. Girls worship...
