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CHAPTER TEN:
Adrian:
"I didn't expect to get stuck in your bra," Colton repeated for about the billionth time. It had been thirty minutes since Serena had to commit the tragic murder of my favorite bra and I was still pissed. Serena and the guys only stopped by for a few minutes to check if we were all right and then left shortly after so they wouldn't get sick.
"Do you do that to every girl?" I asked, turning his way to look at him. We were both sitting on the couch beside each other, not really paying attention to SpongeBob episode playing on the TV. Colton seemed unsure of something. It was weird that I picked up on that. I guess we were around each other a bit too much for me to not.
"Just go and get girls bras and try them on? If so then you're weird."
Colton's body stiffened and he sunk lower into the cushions of the couch.
"You like weird," He mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest like a toddler that doesn't get to watch Barney. "I just wanted to have some fun. We're to sickly!"
"Sickly?" I raised an eyebrow at him for his poor vocabulary choice. "To think you have an A in English."
For that comment, I earned a shove from Colton, one that caused me to tip over onto my side. I actually landed in a comfortable position and decided to just stay that way.
We sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the SpongeBob episode. Colton occasionally let out a sigh throughout the show and it got me thinking: a popular boy like him would probably rather be somewhere else dancing with sluts, not sitting on a couch watching SpongeBob sick along with his sick neighbor.
He's Colton freaking Knight!
The King! Around this time of the day he would most likely be getting his fix in with a slut. Normally it's the cheerleaders that please the boys after their practice, since they're outside practicing on the track.
"How come I've never noticed you before?" Colton asked me randomly. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to block out his stupid face.
"Seriously. You're Scott's best friend and I've never noticed you. Ever! Mmm..."
Mmm is right! If he would've stepped out of his popularity bubble just for ten seconds he may have noticed me at least walking by him as much as I did to get to my classes. I've been a dancer since freshmen year and he still didn't know who I was until just a few days ago.
But I wasn't even trying to meet him then!
Damn! I mean I know I'm not popular, but I wasn't unknown to the Lakeview civilization at school, or so I thought.
"I wasn't planning on ever knowing you...I was forced into your presence." All he did was nod.
"Then sadly you became my neighbor..." Maybe I shouldn't be so tense towards him. It's not like it's his fault that he just so happened to move to the house two doors down from me. But since I don't like him, why not throw it in his face?
"It's a love-hate relationship," He says, almost laughing, looking me right in the eyes. Colton is so gorgeous. Model gorgeous but I shall not get transfixed on his good looks. I have to be strong for the Girl Power movement.
But his aura is just so indescribable. Just being around his hot body makes me want to scream with excitement; the amount of attention this one boy gets is just so crazy. Everyone loves him. All guys want to be him, and all girls want to do him. Maybe even a few boys want to do him. We may never know...
But just because one could stare at him literally all day long doesn't say anything about his personality.
He is still a jerk.
Right when I thought of a good sarcastic comeback, the house phone rang and Colton reached onto the coffee table to get it. He read the screen and handed it over to me.
"It says 'unknown'," He said. Weird. I thought all of our contacts were programmed into our phone. I guess it's also a bit weird how we still have a house phone. My parents are pretty slow to give up on some things. "Do you want me to answer it, Princess?"
There was that award-winning grin again. He could mesmerize a nun with that grin, then he'd have her commit a sin for him.
"I'm not afraid," I lied and pressed the talk button. "Hello?"
"Hi," A woman's voice spoke a bit cheerfully through the phone. "To whom am I speaking?"
Listen lady, you called this house. I should be the one asking that question first.
"Adrian Pike. And who is this?" That's when I heard the click of the line ending and the dial tone start back up in my ear. Freaky. How dare someone call this house and then hang up on me!
That's why I hate house phones. Even though the phone wasn't exactly the problem... who cares anymore!
"Must've been a prank caller."
"Stupid prank callers," Colton murmured.
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Our Moms were due back from their all-day shopping trip sometime soon, so Colton and I decided to try and keep ourselves entertained in a somewhat positive way.
"Colton, hurry up and get out of the bathroom so I can kick your ass!" I yelled at him from the living room. We were in a very heated game of Red Hands and we both had one win each. That meant that the next game was the tie-breaker, but Colton suddenly had the urge to pee and ran off.
Too bad he's been in the bathroom for the past ten minutes. How much beverage could his body hold and release all at once? I thought it came in spurts!
I understood the bathroom struggle so I waited around for another five minutes. But five minutes was a bit too much because he still had yet to come out. What was this boy doing, creating another Mississippi River?!
Letting my impatience get the best of me, I walked out of the living room and stalked over to the hallway bathroom just to see Colton standing in the hallway like he had just seen a ghost.
His face was a bit too pale for my liking, and he looked as stiff as a board. It was kind of creeping me out. I still haven't rid the house of what could've possibly been demons since that awful scary movie sleepover Serena and I had, so maybe the toilet started talking to him or something.
I laughed at just thought of Colton, peeing into the toilet and then the lid magically going up and down with words dribbling out. If only he would have screamed like a girl, life would be oh so glorious.
"Umm...what's the problem Colton," I asked, slowly taking careful steps towards him. He turned his head to look at me and then ran a hand through his already messy hair.
"T-There's uh u-umm a-a spider in the sink," He stammered quickly. "Go kill it!"
"Okay you sissy, I'll go kill the spider." Colton smiled at me genuinely and grabbed me by my wrist to push me into the bathroom. "So pushy." He slammed the door closed suddenly and I heard him laugh out loud.
It felt as if my stomach did a double-take, literally. Vomit could come up in my throat at any second but the toilet was the last thing I wanted to go too. There wasn't even a spider sitting in the sink!
The stench of the bathroom was so overwhelming. It was with a mixture of BO and ass! Strong, dirty, horse ass! No girl should ever experience such torture! I just may pass out at any moment. My eyes were even watering.
Dear God, save me please!
I turned on the heels of my bare feet to try and open the door, but it wasn't budging. Colton must've been holding it closed from the other side. This joke was getting so not funny! I banging on the door with all my might and screaming any profanity that came to mind.
"Colton! This shit isn't funny open the goddamn door now before I open a can of whoop ass! That means I will kick your ass!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Colton's laugh was uncontrollable. Tears had to be rolling down his face at this very moment. If only those tears were caused by me kneeing him in the goddamn balls right now! This shit is ridiculous! We didn't have a bond this close for me to have this experience!
"I swear to God, Colton!" I continued screaming and beating on the door like a madwoman on crack. "You're suffocating me with your shit fumes! I'm dying! I'm dying from your number one!"
I heard Colton clear his voice and then speak up, "Number two, to be exact! Don't knock my shit!"
Ugh! This jerk! He's trapped me in the freaking bathroom with his poop stench!
"First it was my bra! Now it's my precious porcelain throne. What's next?"
"Sex, if you're interested," He spoke as sexy as he could through this wooden door. I'm picturing him wagging his eyebrows up and down right now. Then I'm imagining me slapping the dog shit out of him.
So hard that my hand-print would be permanently etched into his pretty boy face!
"Are we beginning the start of a prank war?" My voice rasped. I was trying hard to not breath in the stench as best as I could at the moment. Where were our parents when we needed them? This day has been freaking hell! "You don't want to go against me in a prank war!"
"I'll go against you anywhere at anytime of the day!"
Why is it always sexual? Can we just have a cleansed argument for once! Just once!
"And I'll have you handle my foot so far up your ass that it'll come out of your mouth!"
"Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty to me," He moaned.
That made me livid! I beat on the door kicking, and screaming with all my might and voice strength that I could muster from my body. It'll probably make my throat even worse since I'm already sick, but that doesn't bother me. The more days I miss school, the better.
"If I open the door will you beat me shitless?" Colton asked.
I scoffed and spoke through gritted teeth.
"When you open this door, I'll beat you fucking lifeless and then make you eat dog shit and have you cry while doing it." Each word was laced with venom and the other side of the door with quiet as a mouse.
A minute or two passed by before I heard Colton cough awkwardly and speak again.
"Okay then, in order to save my gorgeous self... I'll just keep you in there. So enjoy the throne... Princess." I heard his deep footsteps fade away down the hallway.
Did Colton Knight literally just blow up my toilet, punk me to get into the bathroom and die of the smell, and keep me trapped in here to save his own life? And to think we were becoming sick buddies! If a war is what Colton whatever-his-middle-name-is Knight wanted then a war is what he was going to get.
But not until I get out of this bathroom. Which will probably be hours from now. Something's has to give in this bathroom! Don't we have spray?!
Ahh spray! Can be found in... the bathroom... closet! Spray in the bathroom closet! My life has purpose again and I'll be able to live when I open this linen closet door and I see --- No. Bathroom. Spray. Bitch!
Colton Knight just may be smarter then he looks.
Fuck his smartness and the lack of Febreze in this bathroom!
Dumbass.
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