Falling For the Bad boy
Chapter 10: Annoying boy
A/N: Damn it, guys, I just realised I named the slut which Brandon was kissing in the classroom, Lydia. And I happened to name the middle-aged lady receptionist in the motel they stayed in Lydia as well. I didn't even notice this until I skimmed through the chapters...
I'm sorry for making it confusing, I honestly didn't realise what I'd done.
Thanks so much for the positive Reviews! I'm having the Summer Holidays soon which means I'll be updating often!
Stella's POV
Brandon looked at me again, a crazy intensity in his eyes that I couldn't quite figure out as his head slowly moved down to my neck, his hot breath on my skin making me feel tingles all over. His grip on the wall beside me tightened, and I felt his breath getting rasped and hard as if he suddenly found it hard to breath.
"Princessa," he murmured softly, his lips dangerously close to my neck.
"Answer me, Brandon." I demanded, my voice coming out breathless, "You were angry.. was it because of Noah and me? Was it... bothering you?"
It felt like forever until he finally answered.
"Yes."
I couldn't breathe.
It was like my breath was suddenly taken away, and I couldn't find a way to get it back. All I could do was stay still, ignoring the tingles I felt all over me. My eyes remained focused on his, confusion and surprise flashing in them.
"W-what?" I timidly stuttered out.
Confusion. It was something I'm currently feeling, even though I don't know why. Whether I was confused on why Brandon felt bothered that Noah and I were so close... or confused on why the lack of space between us was suddenly making me all breathless... and feeling wonderful yet uncomfortable at the same time.
It didn't matter.
"I said," Brandon murmured, staring intently on my face as I averted my gaze to the ground, feeling scared and confused at the same time. "I do, sunshine... Do you know why?"
Why would Noah nearly kissing me bother Brandon so much? Just... why?
It wasn't like him and I were together or something. It shouldn't bother him. But he admitted to me that it does. And this is what got me confused.
I just merely stood there, biting my lip nervously as I tried to figure out why I was feeling this. But Brandon seemed to notice that I wasn't going to say anything anytime soon, since he immediately distanced himself away from me and raked his fingers through his soft hair, sighing exasperatedly.
"Never mind," he muttered bitterly, facing away from me, "Forget anything I said. I saw you walking out of the cafeteria this morning, looking sad and about to cry. What happened?"
Finally noticing that I obtained my personal space back, I gently removed my back from the wall and looked up at him. I could finally breathe properly again, now that his body is well away from me.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "And what makes you think I would tell you?"
He raised an eyebrow, probably not expecting that I would say that, "I'm just asking. Can't a guy be concerned for some girl for once?"
Some girl.
Am I just some girl to him?
I cursed myself mentally. Why should it matter that he sees me as 'some girl'? I am one. It shouldn't matter at all to me, as he is some guy. Maybe I expected him to see me more than some girl.
No. It shouldn't matter.
Then why was I feeling a tinge of hurt?
"It still doesn't mean I'll tell you." I spoke clearly, keeping my chin up high. I swallowed down the nervousness in me. I knew exactly why I nearly cried this morning, and it was because I nearly told my friends about the past where Brandon was being a prick.
But I knew deep inside that I felt upset because of something to do with seeing Brandon and Lydia..locking lips together.
"So you're not going to tell me?" he questioned, taking a step closer towards me. I glared at the lack of space between us, again.
I shook my head confidently at him, "Of course not. You're just some player who is a total jerk to everyone. You're nobody to me, and I hate you."
He placed his hand on top of his heart, plastering a fake hurt expression, "I can't believe that you just said that, sunshine! That really hurt me, you know. I thought we were friends!"
"I thought you said I was just some girl to you?" I scoffed coldly.
He narrowed his eyes at me, looking amused as he stepped closer, "So this is what it's about. You're not telling me because I hurt you in some way when I called you some girl."
He hit right on the jackpot. Damn this boy.
I gulped, suddenly feeling all nervous again. He said exactly what I was feeling right now... and all I could do was stay still as he caged me with his arms all over again.
Ugh, not this again.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get him to step back and give me my personal space back? So damn hard.
"Just leave me alone." I growled at him, but it sounded a bit soft due to my nervousness.
His eyes flashed with amusement.
"You sound like a kitten that is trying to be a tiger when you try to sound angry at me but failing miserably." He chuckled, still staring at me. "You're so cute, sunshine."
I felt my face heat up again, and I was sure it was as red as a tomato by now.
His expression suddenly changed to one of seriousness as he towered over me. "Now, answer me. Why were you about to cry?"
Closing my eyes, I tried to avoid answering him until his fingers softly trailed down my neck, his touch feeling like exhilarating bursts of fireworks as they stopped just above my waist, pulling my body to his.
I refused to answer him, but his dark eyes was almost hypnotizing me, demanding me to answer. I could almost see the depth of concern in those dark eyes of his.
I released a soft sigh, opening my mouth to unwillingly answer his question.
But I never did as a voice suddenly called out to us... or me, specifically.
"Stella?" Brandon and I looked up, only to find Noah standing there staring at us with a confusion and slightly angered expression, "The movie's nearly ending. Where have you been? What are you doing... with Brandon?"
I immediately shoved Brandon away from me, looking at Noah wide-eyed. "I-It's not what you think.."
Noah raised his perfect eyebrows at me, ignoring Brandon's presence. "Are you sure...?"
"P-positive." I answered weakly, face-palming myself mentally for sounding so nervous.
"Then what were you guys doing?" Noah demanded, his green eyes searching mine in confusion.
Gosh, this boy asks too many damn questions. I really wish he'd shut up. I didn't want to answer to his questions.
"Uhm..." I trailed off, trying to think of a lie in my head to cover up what Brandon and I were doing.
Now that I think about it, what were we doing?
It definitely wasn't a friendly conversation if Brandon was basically invading my personal space by pushing his hard, fit body so close to mine and leaning his face against my neck, his hot breath on mine and making me hot all over.
So what exactly where we doing?
I knew I definitely couldn't tell Noah that. He'd get wrong impressions that I liked Brandon, and if he knew that then all my friends would know. It will cause a massive chain of disasters.
Especially since I hate Brandon, so much.
"Err... I .. we. . . uhh.." I stuttered softly, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to come up with a lie.
I'm so terrible at this.
I glanced over at Brandon, with pleading and questioning eyes for help. But not surprisingly, he was leaning against the wall, his strong arms crossed in front of his chest as he smirked at me, as if daring me to tell Noah.
He was enjoying this, that bastard.
"Yeah, sunshine." Brandon smirked annoyingly, winking at me, "Why don't you tell him what we did?"
I stared at him in horror. We didn't do anything!
And the way he said it made things 100x worse. Noah was looking at us with a shocked expression.
Facepalm.
Brandon is such a jerk. I'm surprised his surname isn't jerk. Maybe it's his middle name...?
Brandon jerk Rodriguez.
Omg, that's so perfect for him.
Releasing a sigh and trying to hold in the laughter at my thoughts, I turned back to Noah and was ready to tell him when the cinema doors suddenly opened, countless people walking and running out.
Bloom suddenly appeared along with my other friends in that huge crowd.
"Stell, where've you been?! You were out for like 30 minutes! The movie just ended.." Bloom explained, with questioning eyes.
I immediately averted my gaze to the smirking Brandon, glaring at him murderously.
I missed the last half an hour of that amazing film. And it's all his fault.
He is so going to pay for this.
"Remind all of us to never take Brandon with us to the cinemas, ever again." I growled under my breath, walking out of the cinema with my friends and Brandon, beside me.
Brandon just chuckled, "Now that one nearly hurt, sunshine."
"STELLA SOLARIA! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!"
Abruptly, I jumped up in shock and shrieked loudly as I fell backwards on my chair.
I landed on the floor with a thump, and then groggily looked up to see Mrs Baker staring down at me with furious eyes. I stared back at her in horror. What the hell did I do?
Some students in the class broke out into giggles.
"You slept in class for the fifth time this week." She snapped, giving me a look of disapproval. "I will call your parents to ensure that you get enough sleep. For now, you have detention at lunch."
I groaned aloud, looking up at her with a slight look of guilt, "I'm sorry, miss. I've just been studying a lot lately for the upcoming chemistry test."
She stared at me for a few moments before sighing, "Make sure this won't happen again." and then she walked back to the front to continue with class.
I let out a soft sigh of frustration and began rubbing my eyes, trying to fight my sleepy mode. A hand suddenly appeared in front of me and I gladly took it, getting up with the help of the hand and then facing Luke who was staring at me with amusement.
"Shut up." I muttered groggily, placing both of my hands on my forehead and leaning on them with my elbows on my desk.
It was currently a Friday and it's been a few days since I went to the cinemas with my friends... and Brandon. I've been sleeping a lot in school lately, probably coz I've stayed awake on the phone too much and because I kept thinking about what happened between Brandon and I in the cinemas.
The question that remains stuck in my mind was: Why would Brandon be bothered if I was near Noah? I shook my head, wanting to get rid of these thoughts.
Luke chuckled quietly and shook his head at me, "Oh, Solaria. What have you been up to every night for you to fall asleep in class all the time?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, assessing that cheeky smirk on his face. "If you're thinking that I've been having sex every night, then you're wrong. I don't even have a boyfriend and I'm not a slut."
He raised his hands in surrender, "I didn't say that."
"Yeah, well, your smirk certainly did." I scoffed, causing him to chuckle. "And no, I lied about studying. You should know better than that, I hate studying. Plus, I'm not entirely smart either."
"Then?"
I sighed, "I've been talking to Carter on the phone every night, sometimes face-timing, and I guess we got carried away and didn't realise how long we talked. I miss him."
"Who the hell is Carter?" Luke wondered aloud.
"My best friend in Washington who happens to be a player but a joke-loving funny guy. He's also my brother's friend." I explained, in which Luke nodded in reply and faced the front.
I was paying attention to class when all of a sudden, a piece of rolled up paper was thrown at me. Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around to see who had thrown it at me but couldn't figure out who. I picked up the rolled up paper whilst letting out a sigh of frustration and read what was written on it.
Bad girl, sunshine. I wonder who made you stay awake every night?
From: The sexiest guy in you'll ever know ;)
An annoyed look crossed my face. Who else would've written this other than the jerk himself?
Huffing in frustration, I ripped the paper into pieces and turned around, my honey eyes scanning the crowd of students until they landed on Brandon, who was smiling at me innocently.
Annoying boy.
It was now Saturday and I was lying on my stomach on my bed, studying. Unfortunately.
Sure, yesterday I told Luke that I wasn't a fan of studying at all, but that didn't necessarily mean I wanted to get a low score on my tests. I might not be that smart, but I still want a decent job for the future.
I sighed, staring at the book in front of me as if it was an alien, then looked up at the window to see it was raining heavily outside.
It's raining. And I hate it.
All of a sudden, my phone buzzed, causing me to jump a little in surprise and reach out to get my phone.
Bloom: I'm so bored. The girls and I have agreed to go shopping. You have to come!
It was a text from Bloom. My eyes burned with excitement at the thought of shopping, considering I haven't done it in a while (Which is very unlikely of me), but then I frowned in realisation.
Stels: It's Raining :(
Bloom: So what? We're going to be inside the mall, so we won't get wet. Besides, I want to look for a nice outfit for Candice's party.
I bit my lip, contemplating it in my head before typing a reply.
Stels: You're right. It's my first party, after all. High school parties might be crap but I want to have fun for once. :D
Bloom: Great! Meet us at Deluxe Mall at 3 o'clock sharp. See you :)
Sighing, I stood up, pushing my study book off of my bed carelessly before stripping myself for a shower.
Screw it. Study can come later.
"She's finally here." Bloom grinned as I huffed whilst walking towards my group of friends.
"I am, but I got a little wet." I grumbled, grimacing as I held a strand of my wet hair in between my fingers.
Musa scoffed, "Alright, now that she's here, imma' go and buy some CD's. Screw that bitch Candice and her stupid party, I'm going in a hoodie and some shorts whether she likes it or not." She then proceeded to walk away but Bloom pulled her back.
"Candice has rich parents, her house is a penthouse, you know that right?" Bloom explained, sighing, "I don't think she'll appreciate you coming in that. Her party will be a little elegant, with dresses or skirts..."
"I don't wear skirts." Musa scowled, shaking her head as she grimaced, "I hate them. The only thing I could consider wearing is jeans."
I nudged Bloom on the shoulder, "I'm sure skinny jeans is fine, but she'll have to wear a gorgeous shirt with it that would make her blend in with the party."
Bloom shrugged, starting to walk away into a shop.
"Are you planning on wearing a dress, Flo?"
Flora turned to me, smiling a bit, "Definitely. Dresses are my thing."
I nodded with a smile and began shopping with my friends. This is what I need. Shopping. I was 100% convinced that I'm a shopaholic in some way, or I'm probably going to be one soon.
3 hours later...
"Freaking hell, can we just stop already? My feet hurt like f*ck." Musa groaned as we walked past some kid's shop called Build-a-bear Workshop, where it had plenty of children running around and making these stuffed soft toys.
"Excuse me miss, will you please refrain yourself from using any form of swear words whilst you're passing by a children's store?" a security guy suddenly interjected, causing all of us to stop in our tracks and stare at him and Musa.
"It's a free country, bitch!" Musa exclaimed, causing the guy to glare at her as she stomped ahead of us.
I laughed out loud, "Oh gosh, Musa! Poor kids."
"The kids didn't even hear me, they were too busy making those stuffed pricks." Musa shrugged carelessly, "That guy is just a twat."
The girls and I laughed with her as we passed yet another shop. Musa is amazing.
For the past three hours, my friends and I managed to get the perfect outfits, and we also stopped by to eat in a restaurant.
I bought a beautiful spaghetti strap dress, which was very short and cute. It was a velvety red colour and had a black ribbon tied around the waist. I bought matching shoes, too.
Bloom bought a cute little blue sheath dress; it was simple yet has a mixture of elegance in it.
Flora decided on a pretty light pink body con dress; it suited her perfectly and reached mid-thigh.
And finally, Musa's outfit. We eventually convinced her to wear a dress; it was a short, dark blue lacy one with long sleeves. Despite her hating it, she agreed to wear it as long as she brings spare clothes.
Because apparently, Musa is one hell of a party girl. She'll drink and party a lot, unlike Flora. She might rip the poor dress or something.
"It's already over 6, guys." Flora suddenly interjected, frowning. "I have to go home now. My little sister, Miele is waiting. And my family."
I nodded, giving her a small smile.
"I'm going home too, bitches. I can't stand another minute in this stupid mall." Musa muttered, giving us a small smile before walking away with Flora.
Bloom stepped on the breaks of her blue BMW car in front of my house.
"I'll see you on Monday, Stell. Don't forget we have the test too!" she smiled, watching as I took the seatbelt off.
I bit my lip as I stared at my house, thinking. I'm going to be alone with my brother in the house for tonight. Our parents are apparently required to work for the night and I know Sky will annoy the hell out of me like he always does. It would be better if I have company with me.
"Do you want to sleepover?" I offered, plastering on a grin for my best friend, "My parents are out for the night and I refuse to be in my house alone with my annoying brother. Please?"
Bloom raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure I can? I mean, I'd love to! It'd be like the old times... when we used to have those fun sleepovers as kids."
"I'm definitely sure. Damn, I miss that too. If you're not busy, you're welcome to sleep for the night. Omg, we could stay up watching movies or something! Or... OH! I KNOW! Let's prank my brother!" I suddenly got excited as I said this.
Her eyes widened a little, "Sky... is going to be there?"
"Yeah." I trailed off, noticing the nervous and happy look in her eyes. "Do you mind that?"
She shook her head as if she was waking up from a trance, "No! No, of course not. I don't mind."
I smiled, "Come on then. You can borrow my clothes too."
I dug through my purse, in search for my keys when the front door suddenly opened, revealing my brother who was standing there holding a glass of... beer.
"Sky!" I gasped in astonishment, "You're not supposed to be drinking when mom or dad's not here, you idiot! You know how strict they are about those stuff!"
He rolled his eyes, "Relax, it's apple juice."
"Apple juice?!" I exclaimed sarcastically, "Yeah, sure. It's apple freaking juice. I can see it's sparkling like beer."
He shrugged and took a sip, "I swear, it's not beer. It's sparkling apple juice, not beer. You can try it if you want."
I grimaced, "Yeah, no thanks."
His ocean blue eyes trailed to the person behind me, happiness and surprise shining in them.
"Bloom?" he murmured in surprise, still in a daze as he stared at her. He looked... love-stricken.
My honey eyes glanced over to my best friend, unexpectedly finding her nervously fiddling with the ends of her shirt as she shyly looked up at my brother.
"Hi." she whispered nervously, causing me to narrow my eyes at her.
"Hey," he breathed, staring at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, "You look.. pretty today."
Instantly, Bloom's cheeks heated up in a light shade of pink, as she avoided his gaze as if it made her nervous. "T-thanks."
"Guys, I hate to ruin the moment, but I'm absolutely freezing right now and my clothes are soaking wet." I interrupted, causing them to immediately break from their love dazed trance.
"Oh, yeah, um.. of course. Come in, Bloom." Sky smiled softly, extending a hand for her to help her on the step to our door. "Why are you here?"
Oh wow, thanks a lot Sky. You're totally ignoring me, here. What a nice brother you are, I thought.
We went in and I was instantly welcomed with the warm atmosphere. I was shivering from the cold, and it didn't help that Bloom and I were soaked because of the rain. Despite being in the mall, some of the shops were outside, too.
"I'm staying the night." Bloom confirmed, as I took off my soaked jacket.
Sky's eyes brightened with excitement, "Really? I mean, that's great. Just like the old times."
"Yeah." Bloom nodded, grinning shyly at him. He then finally noticed that she was shivering and soaked and leaned closer towards her.
"You should take off your wet jacket, otherwise you'd get a cold." He said, staring at her in concern.
Bloom nodded in agreement, sliding her soaked coat carefully off of her body to reveal her wearing a small blue crop top which was a little revealing, and navy blue skinny jeans. I heard a sharp intake of breath before a sound of glass breaking rang through my ears.
Sky had dropped his glass of... beer. Or sparkling apple juice. Ugh, whatever it is.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath, looking at the pieces of broken glass. "Bloom, crap, I'm so damn sorry. Oh my god, it cut your arm, too. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!"
Bloom frowned and looked down at her arm, which had a small cut that was bleeding, "It's okay, Sky."
"No, it's not!" Sky exclaimed, running his hands through his blonde hair in frustration, "I'm such a f*cking idiot. Come on, I'll try to find a plaster or something."
Bloom glanced at me, making me nod at her as she walked away upstairs with my brother.
Weird... the way they stared at each other.
I released a sigh, deciding to let my brother clean up his mess as I walked towards my living room. My wet hair clung irritatingly to my skin, and the denim jeans and shirt I was wearing is soaked, too.
Pushing the door open, I slumped down on the sofa with my eyes closed. After staying sat for 5 more minutes, I furrowed my eyebrows when the sofa underneath me suddenly, strangely felt warm... and.. hard.
Hard?
Last time I remember, the sofa was soft. Incredibly soft.
I shrugged, thinking that Sky must've placed something on the sofa. It felt comfortable to be sat on it, anyways.
"Sunshine," someone suddenly murmured on my neck softly, their hot breath on my skin, "I suggest you should get off right now . . . before I'll do something that I'm sure you're not ready for ...yet."
My eyes widened in realisation. I screamed loudly and immediately jumped off the 'sofa', landing on the hard floor with a thump.
"OH MY GOD, BRANDON!" I continued shrieking in horror, not being able to stop by screams.
A hand was suddenly clamped over my mouth, effectively stopping my screams of terror. My eyes widened as Brandon hovered above me, his chocolate eyes concentrated solemnly on me.
"Shh..." he whispered softly, his eyes showing irritation yet... lust at the same time. "Stop screaming, god damn it!"
My eyes remained wide as they looked back at him. Oh. My. God.
He released a sigh of exasperation, "Promise to be quiet when I let go?"
I eagerly nodded.
He finally removed his hand that was over my mouth, causing me to take deep breaths of relief.
What the hell just happened?
Wait, I think I already know.
"D-did... did I sit on your..." I stuttered, not wanting to finish my sentence.
"Dick, yeah?" Brandon muttered breathlessly, giving me an annoyed look, "You sat on my lap, princessa."
My eyes widened again, and my mouth opened, ready to let out screams of horror again but he clamped his hand over my mouth... again.
"God, will you ever shut up?" he groaned, looking away from me.
I can't believe it. Oh my god. Ew. I sat on his... oh god.
That's why it was warm... and hard.
But wait- don't they only get hard when they are... turned on?
This can't be happening.
Brandon released his hand from me and placed both of his hands on either side of my head as he hovered above me, amusement on his face, "Why did you do that, sunshine? Did you know what it can do to a guy when you sit on him . . . like that?"
I took a sharp breath, still feeling shaky from what just happened. "I-I swear, it was an accident!"
A smirk grew on his strikingly handsome face, "Yeah, sure." He said sarcastically.
"I mean it!" I exclaimed desperately, "I honestly thought I was sitting on the sofa... my eyes were closed, too. I-I didn't realise I was sitting on..."
My eyes trailed down for a moment, seeing the hardness and... bulge on his pants, causing his smirk to grow wider. "On.. on your little buddy."
His smirk instantly vanished, replaced by a scowl of disbelief on his face, "Little buddy? Are you kidding me, right now? It's anything but little. In fact, it's huge."
I grimaced in disgust at him, "Too much information. Like I really needed to know that."
He winked at me, leaning down closer to me, "Oh, you definitely needed to know that."
My eyes grew wide with shock, as I felt his hardness down there. Hastily, I shoved him off of me, then immediately sat up, "Oh my god, omg! I felt your little buddy on my... EWW!"
Kill. Me. Now.
"It's your fault, princess. You caused this the moment you sat on me." Brandon moaned, staring at me with frustration, "Thanks a lot."
"Um... y-your welcome?" I squeaked out innocently, registering the furious and sarcastic expression on his face. "What the hell are you doing here, anyways?"
He sighed as he stood up, "I'm sleeping over."
F*ck my life.
"Edward, you are such an asshole for leaving Bella!" I exclaimed, frustrated, "I hope you die! Oh wait- technically you're already dead since you're a vampire."
Bloom suddenly stopped munching her doritos, "Eddie is not an asshole! He is so kind, and handsome..."
I snorted, "Yeah, right. He's ugly as hell, why do you like him? I prefer Jacob to be honest."
She glared at me, "He's not ugly! And Edward is far better than Jacob, anyday!"
"No, he's not. I can tick down all the reasons on why Jake is better." I explained, sitting up. "For one, he is so sexy, hot, and gorgeous. Have you seen that face of his? AND OMG HIS ABS. Damn, that boy has a 6-pack like a god. Something that Edward doesn't have."
Bloom frowned, "Actually, Jacob has an 8-pack."
I smirked at her, "Even better."
"Bitch, please. Edward is still hotter." She snapped.
"Secondly, Jake is not only hot appearance wise, but temperature wise, too! His skin is warm, unlike Edward, who has skin of ice." I smiled.
She scoffed, "Why should it matter?"
"It should. Also, Jake can turn into a HUGE wolf! His wolf is adorable and fierce at the same time!" I exclaimed.
"But Edward can read minds." She smirked.
"Werewolves are faster at running." I gave her a smug grin.
Bloom and I are currently in my room, sprawled about on my king-sized bed whilst watching 'Twilight' on my TV and munching on delicious snacks. Food is life, seriously.
It's been an hour since my incident with... Brandon. After discovering that my brother had invited the jerk to sleep over at our house, I practically shouted at him, pissed at the fact that he didn't tell me first. I was glad that Bloom is at least with me.
Eventually, I stopped shouting at him about it and made him promise to get Brandon to stay the hell away from me. I was still a bit shaky from that incident.
"Whatever. Edward is better." She muttered, eating another delicious dorito.
And yes, I'm fully aware of how immature we were being for arguing about a sequel of movies that ended 2 years ago.
I placed the box of caramel popcorn I had in my hands on the bed and glared at her, "No, Jacob is."
"Edward is."
"Jacob."
"Edward!"
"JACOB!"
"EDWARD!"
"JACOB!"
"ED-"
"What's up, bitches?" my brother's voice suddenly interrupted Bloom's.
We looked up in horror, watching as Brandon and Sky casually shoved their way into my room and jumping roughly on my bed... with us.
"Sky, I'm your sister. You did not just call me a bitch." I growled under my breath, glaring threateningly at him, "And what the hell do you twats think you are doing barging your way into my room?!"
Brandon was lying beside me, whilst Sky lied next to Bloom. Effectively caging Bloom and I in between them.
"Chill, bruh." Brandon muttered to me, his eyes skimming over my outfit for a few seconds before they landed on the box of popcorn beside me. "Caramel popcorn! My favourite!"
I looked down, realising that I was only wearing a comfortable pair of orange shorts and a white tank top. My eyes then widened when he snatched my popcorn. NO. NOT MY POPCORN.
"NO! GIVE THAT BACK!" I shrieked as he shoved a handful into his mouth. "You can't eat my food!"
He gave me a smug grin as he ate another sweet goodness, "Yes I can."
"What are you guys doing here?!" Bloom exclaimed in frustration.
Sky shrugged, "The football match that we were watching on the TV just ended. Now we're bored, so we decided to annoy you girls."
"We were having so much fun until you idiots came in here." Bloom grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Who's Jacob and Edward, anyways?" Brandon scoffed as he threw popcorn in his mouth.
My poor, poor, food. R.I.P.
"Your boyfriends?" he teased.
"Yes." Bloom and I said in unison, causing the atmosphere to immediately turn silent.
Brandon had stopped eating and was now staring into space with a furious look of anger in his eyes... whilst Sky just looked plain angry.
It was kind of true. Jacob is my boyfriend, well, in my dreams, anyways. He might not be my real boyfriend but I'll still say that he is, to anyone.
"You have a boyfriend?" Brandon growled bitterly. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What the hell, Stell?! I'm your brother! How come you never told me this?! Sky grumbled, irritated, "And Bloom? You never told me either!"
Facepalm.
Bloom scoffed at him, "Why is it any of your business?"
Sky looked like he was trying so hard to keep his anger in. Okay, why is my brother angry?
Brandon's fists were clenched tightly; I noticed.
What the hell was wrong with these idiots all of a sudden?
"Are you with... Jacob Anderson?" Brandon scowled.
What? He thinks I'm with Jacob Anderson, one of those cute football players in our school?
Bloom suddenly poked me, and my gaze turned to her as she winked at me, whilst mouthing, 'say yes'.
What was she trying here? Why is she- OH.
I finally get it. Naughty, Bloom. She wants us to go along with what the boys said, just to get them angry or something... as it appears the boys are bothered that we're with 'Jacob' and 'Edward'.
This is why I love my best friend, she knows what to do.
I smirked at Brandon, "Oh, yes."
A/N: This chapter was a bit... weird. But, okay.
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Next update: Saturday. There will be a Brandon's POV Chapter soon :D