Raspberry Pi

Pool Table

Of course Douche would want me to make a fool of myself. I give Douche a teasing smile. His smirk grows. Boys are so dumb. Can he not see I'm not. Interested.

"Come on S don't be a tease." He whispers.

Apparently some boys have a pea sized brain. Only some. Though that is an improvement, considering I thought he had none. Shame really.

"I'll stop, if you come up and dance with." I hope he doesn't.

"Sure thing. Now where's the tequila?"

Of course he would. Why tequila though? That stuff nasty. I tried it once, never again. In fact I made a deal with dear young mom. No alcohol or boys till grade 12. So next year. But let's be real, me boys? Keep dreaming. Someone handed the tequila to Douche. Brooklyn's back to twerking...

"Come on Amber help me up." Douche raises his hands up.

I smile then grab them. When he's halfway up I let go and kick his chest. He hits the ground. Sprawled out he manages to save the drink. Well that's unfortunate.

"Tsk tsk Amber, I thought you were a nice nerd." He says.

"I am, to some."

"Of course."

He then climbed onto the table.

"Nice dancing Brooklyn, want to teach me?" He asked teasingly.

Is she going to give him twerking lessons!? I want to see it but don't...

Drunk Brook slurred. "Yaaassss BABE!"

Help me now.

He smirked, of course.

"What's the first step? Oh and would goodie two shoes over there join us?" Douche smirked.

"I'm not drunk, unlike others." I respond coldly.

"Your lose."

"And your gain?" I sarcastically reply.

"First position?" He ignored.

"Ok hotty, bend your legs. Now put your hands on your hot thighs." She slurred.

I snorted. Hot thighs? She's going to regret this tomorrow.

"They are hot, aren't they?" He said while doing so.

"Hehe yes they are!" Drunkly she giggled.

I'm just sitting on the edge of try table. Watching these two. Completely horrified.

"Now darl(hiccup)ing move your butt up and down."

R.I.P me.

"Like this?" D asks smirking.

"Ew NO!"

Please don't correct him! A crowd had formed cheering them on.

"Twerk bae!"one girl screamed.

Typical.

Then some dudes... "Who's the chick?"

"Whoever she is she fine."

Then me angrily. "Fine with killing!"

B might be to drunk to care what they say about her, but I'm not.

The dudes looked at me weirdly.

"She's obviously single." The dude 'whispered'.

"So are you." I retort.

"By choice." He says puffing up his chest.

"Nice moobs."

"Huh?"

"You know, man boobs? Moobs."

I hear someone laughing behind me.

I whip around.

"What?" I growl.

"Nerds feisty." Douche responds.

"Go back to your dear Brooklyn." I hiss.

"Jealous?" He asks.

"Of what?"

"Dearest Brooklyn" he mimicked.

"When she's sober she's going to kill you."

"Not when she sees what she's taught me." He laughs.

"Your right, she'll kill you then revive you. Just to kill you again." I dusted myself and attempted to jump off.

But Douche just had to grab my arm. I spun around and my hip hit the table. Ow. My hips are really boney. It sucks. Douche is oblivious to my pain.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Well I did my part, now to fulfill yours."

"No." I said with my arms crossed.

"You won't think that once you have this." He handed me a cup.

"That's tequila, and I'm going to dance."

"I danced on the pool table, now so do you." He said forcefully.

"Yeah babe dance!" Some dude shouted.

"Yeah copy your friend." Moob 2 said flirtly?

I grumble "fine".

I climb up to a smirking Douche.

I start dancing the Macarena. I hear groans. Some girls step up. They join me. I guess there tired of 'hot' dancing. The girls lined up in front of me. You know the movies? It felt like that. When the beat hit we started to whip our hair. After I jumped off, starting to dance with the girls. The boys looked disappointed. Then the Shorties walked up. I mean short shirts and skirts. The only long thing is their nails. They start dancing disgustingly. Boys are interested. Disgusting. The boys join them.

The next song comes on. It's Single Ladies or whatever it's called. We all cheer. Well the girls do... The others are to busy kissing. Ew. We start singing and dancing.

"All the single ladies, put your hands up!"
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Song: Home With You by, Madison Beer
Question of Whatever: Favourite dance move?
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