Chapter 12
A Sensitive Little Region
The bus ride home was dead silent. John hadn't really gotten in trouble, which was surprising. Logan just told him to watch his step.
I woke up as we rolled up to the gates of the mansion and unpeeled myself from the sticky vinyl seats.
We filed off the bus and made our way up to our rooms.
John caught my arm near the stairs.
"De-ball?" he remarked questioningly.
"Yeah… from what I've heard, it's a sensitive little region." I said innocently.
"Maybe for Bobby it's 'a sensitive little region'. Not me, though." John said with a smirk.
"Wonderful. That was great. Maybe I could go up to your room and you could explain that one to me. Maybe you could even show me. Oh, John, would you?" I suggested sarcastically.
"Really?" John asked, raising his eyebrows.
I pretended to think about it.
"Mmm… No."
"You're a total ball buster." John complained.
"I try. I'll see you later." I said, heading up the stairs.
"If you change your mind-" he called after me.
"I'm the first in line, honey I'm still free, take a chance on me!" I sang back.
"What?" he yelled, obviously confused.
"If you need me, let me know, gonna be around, if you got no place to go when you're feelin' down." I sang louder from my place at the top of the stairs.
"You're a psychopath!" John informed me.
"A psychopath that's not going back to your Lair tonight!" I countered triumphantly, unlocking my door and heading in, greeting Kitty, who was sitting on her bed and staring at me with a weird expression.
"Were you just singing Mamma Mia while ascending the stairs?" she asked, cocking her head at me.
"Nope."
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