Ermahger, I need to update a lot. I'm just so busy fangirling at Destiel and Supernatural and sports camp, I forget. But I'm still gonna add a story to my updates. I just can't stop. I mean, adfsfdghsdf. This is an AU college story, so enjoy the cussing. :)
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"Hey, B-cup!" You frown at the nickname your best friend gave you. It's annoying, and ever since middle school, not true. You're the secretly proud owner of small D-cups now, and you know your friend must have noticed them by now. He is quite famous for his 'pervy-ness', and ability to swoon almost every girl. He himself had said to you that it is just his style (mostly as an excuse for looking up your sisters' skirts), so you know he has noticed them. You raise an eyebrow at yourself. What the hell? Why the hell do I care if he keeps calling me that? Not like I give a crap about what he thinks.
You've been like this a lot lately, worrying about how you look or if he thinks you're cool, like some obsessed, hormone driven teen. There was even a time where you couldn't speak to him after he had some stupid fling with the head cheerleader. You've stood still, unable to breathe, when all he did was talk to you. Something in those dark forest green eyes made you shiver, and your heart beat fast. Get it together, moron! You scold yourself and straighten out. Taking a deep breath, you turn around to your friend with an annoyed face.
"What, Butchie Boy?" You mentally smirk at your nickname for him, but he just cocks an eyebrow.
"That all you got or do you need more time?" He replies with a chuckle. The old you would have said something like "I will bash your brains in if you don't wipe that stupid smirk off your face", but you just fold your arms in your evergreen jacket and glare at him. You haven't even noticed the starting snow since you started talking to him. Snowflakes are starting to cover the ground, and you start to regret not getting a thicker jacket as a blast of chilly wind hits you.
"So, why did you bring me out here?" You ask with the glare still present on your face. You are actually curious why, honestly, since you are in the middle of an old, rusted out playground instead of in your HEATED dorms. "Couldn't we go to your stupid dorm?"
"Yeah, but my dorm is a-rocking, so I can't come-a-knocking." He runs his hands through his thick, black hair, and smirks. "Plus, I think you said I'm not allowed in your dorm anymore, since"
"You looked through my roommate's clothes and bathroom, pervert?" You give him another glare, which he just shrugs in return.
"It wasn't that bad! I mean, your friend did have some interesting," He wiggles his eyebrows. "Interests."
You have to use all of your willpower not to slap him into next week. He had found some Playboys in your roommate, Sara's, room. You grit your teeth but can't help a small grin at it. It was pretty hilarious to figure out Sara was swinging for two teams. It explains why she's always slapping your ass.
"Oh, shut up!" You can't help the laughs that escape your clenched teeth.
"Did she ever make a move on you?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned. You give up and punch him in the arm.
"Shut up already! No!" You say, and he fakes a sad puppy face.
"Awww, that would've been so awesome though!" You punch him again, even harder.
"OW! That hurt!" He grabs his arm in faux pain, with another mock puppy dog face.
"Quit blubbering like a baby, and tell me why we're out here!" You say firmly. He shakes off the puppy dog face and smirks.
"Well, I just wanted to say Morbucks asked me out." He says, the smirk fading a bit. Your face almost turns blue at this as you start literally laughing your ass off.
"P-Princess Hair Buns?" You manage out between wild laughs, and tears begin to form in your eyes. "Asked you out? Fucking seriously? Oh my god, I can't even." You fall to the ground, laughing so loudly your lungs begin to hurt. His smirk is gone by now. Princess Morbucks, the daughter of one the richest guys in town, was basically your college's obnoxious slut. You've always had an intense hatred for her since 2nd grade and you think this title is sort of her 'just desserts', and just plain true. Around High School, it was a joke that if you get asked out by her, you'll get some ass, but now, it's just a fact that everyone knows.
"And I said yes." He finishes. You stop laughing immediately. A voice in the back of your head says "WHAT?!" and you let out the same word.
"WHAT?!" You say, your lime eyes wide open in shock.
"I said yes," He repeats. "She and I are going out now."
"You're joking, right? You can't be serious." You can't believe it. He raises an eyebrow at you suspiciously.
"Why do you care?" He smirks a bit. "Were you gonna ask out Princess or something?" You don't even glare at him. You're stunned speechless. Something in your chest tightens and you can't breathe. In your mind, you're screaming loudly and your façade feels like it's slipping. No way. He can't say yes!
"You dying or something?" He pokes at you, and you come out of your stunned silence for a moment.
"Umm, no, I just forgot something! Gotta go! BYE!" Your words come out running a million miles a minute, and you rush off not looking behind you.
Review please. If not for me, do it for Tsundere BC. Or maybe, just do it for me. Plz. ;3;