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I've had a pretty rubbish week to be honest, I think I've got hay fever because I've been sneezing constantly for over a month now and it's gotten really bad this week. But I'm not going to let it get me down! :)
Enough about me though, here's chapter 16!
"Guess what!" Brady exclaimed, catching Mack's arm in the kitchen before she walked into the living room. Brady had just arrived back at Mack's house with Lela and Tanner, who had both immediately gone rushing in to talk to the others, and he had news. Big news.
"What?" Mack asked, almost spilling the glass of water she'd just picked up.
"Guess who's just got Coral and Lugnut a job?" Brady asked, his huge grin showing how excited he was.
"Garrett?" Mack teased, trying to play it like she didn't know.
"No, me," Brady replied.
"I was joking, Brady," Mack said, laying a hand on Brady's shoulder and trying to stifle a laugh at how confused Brady had gotten.
"Oh, yeah, I knew that," Brady said, although he clearly didn't.
"So what job did you get them?" Mack asked, putting the glass of water down and crossing her arms.
"Zack's head-teacher called and said that his teacher quit at the last minute," Brady explained.
"His teacher for that summer school thing?" Mack asked, vaguely remembering when Brady had told her about it in the first place. Brady's ten year old brother, Zack, attended a workshop at his school for a week before the year started. It was mainly something to do if the kids' parents were busy and couldn't look after them all day and it helped the children to get focused on school again. Normally each class would be given a subject and after a week they'd do a presentation with their teacher to their parents.
"Yeah, so since she knows that I'm quite good with kids, she asked if I wouldn't mind stepping in until the end of the week," Brady continued. "But I explained that I had my lifeguard job, and that's when I brought up Coral and Lugnut. She was so desperate that she agreed."
"So you mean to tell me that you've got Coral and Lugnut a job that requires them to be responsible of around fifteen kids when they can barely stand in a room together without saying some sort of rude insult about the other?" Mack asked, clearly not thinking that this was the best idea. "Are you insane?!"
"Yeah…they'll learn to get along," Brady said, hoping that Mack was going to warm up to the idea.
"You'd better hope so," Mack sighed before calling Coral and Lugnut into the kitchen.
"Hey guys," Coral chirped.
"What'cha want?" Lugnut asked bluntly, earning an eye roll from Coral.
"You could at least try to be polite," Coral snapped.
"Yeah because smacking someone with a tray is really polite," Lugnut barked, referring to the fight back at Big Momma's a few nights ago, making Coral frown and him smirk.
"We have some news for you guys," Brady said, speaking up to get their attention and put a stop to their argument.
"We got you two a job," Mack explained.
"Can't I work with someone else?" Lugnut asked, pretty much as soon as Mack had opened her mouth.
"No," Mack replied.
"Why not?" Lugnut asked.
"You two will just have to learn to get along," Mack said. "You're going to be working with a class of ten year olds for a summer school course until the end of the week."
"What?" they said in unison, both looking equally horrified.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Brady encouraged, hoping that he wouldn't have to tell his brother's head-teacher that no one wanted to control a class of bratty fourth-graders.
"I can't teach kids, I'm like a straight C student," Coral cried.
"What a surprise," Lugnut muttered, the sarcasm in his voice making Coral's blood boil.
"Would you give it a rest?" Coral snapped.
"No, and I'd like to see you make me," Lugnut shot back.
"You two need to start getting along, and fast, because you start tomorrow," Mack interrupted, getting sick of hearing the arguing. "You can go now," she mumbled, watching as Lugnut and Coral breezed out of the room. "I really hope that they don't blow this," Mack sighed once her and Brady were alone again.
"Let's place our bets for who's going to get fired first," Brady chuckled, trying to lighten the situation a bit.
"Butchy, if you want to help then the least you could do is get the pizzas out of the oven," Lela muttered, dodging around her brother, who was stood eating fries out of a bowl.
"Lela, I don't think you've got it through your head yet," Butchy grumbled. "I didn't want to help, you made me."
"Well now that ya are helping, take the pizzas outta the oven," Struts snapped, throwing a pair of oven mitts in Butchy's direction, which made him roll his eyes.
"Do you think letting them make dinner was the best decision?" Mack whispered to Brady from where they were stood watching the three bikers.
"What's the worst they can do?" Brady asked, taking his eyes off the scene for a second. Only to be rewarded with a loud scream and a clatter of metal.
"Lela!" Butchy bellowed, adding a string of rather colourful words to his sentence.
"Butchy, I'm so sorry," Lela breathed, getting very upset very quickly as she knelt down next to her brother.
"What's goin' on in here?" CheeChee asked, appearing in the doorway with Coral a few steps behind. But the girls were just met with some more of Butchy cursing.
"Butchy!" Coral gasped, less shocked by what had gone on and more shocked with his language.
"Lela, don't just stand there!" Butchy cried.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what to do!" Lela exclaimed, getting more and more flustered by the second.
"She's kneeling actually," CheeChee corrected, not helping matters much as she and Coral made their way over to Butchy. Mack and Brady just hovered at the side of the room, not really wanting to deal with the hot-headed biker just yet. It turns out that whilst taking the pizzas out of the oven, like he had been told to, Lela had knocked into her brother, causing the hot metal tray in his hands to slide out of his grip and burn pretty much all of his forearm.
"You've got to put it under cold water," Coral said, delicately holding Butchy's arm and helping him to his feet. Struts moved away from the sink, soapy water dripping off her rubber gloves.
"Coral, are you sur- hey, that actually does feel better," Butchy said, seeming to have calmed down pretty quickly as Coral let the cold water run over Butchy's burnt arm.
"See," Coral smiled, shyly stepping back a little bit so she wasn't so close to the biker anymore. "Um, just keep running it under there for five minutes and then keep it dry," she finished, backing away and walking out of the room, a slight blush appearing on her face as Butchy looked back down at his arm.
"They like each other so much it's unreal," Lela whispered to CheeChee and Struts before all three biker girls burst into fits of giggles. Butchy just gave them a puzzled look before rolling his eyes and going back to focusing on his arm, not caring enough to find out what his sister had found so hilarious.
"Ok, so maybe letting them make dinner wasn't the best decision ever," Brady admitted.
"You don't say," Mack said sarcastically, going over to help Lela finish plating up the dinner.
"You called?" Coral asked, popping her head around the kitchen door. Everyone else had gone in for dinner but Butchy had stayed in the kitchen and Brady had passed on the message to Coral that the biker boy wanted to see her.
"Yeah, I just wanted some help bandaging up my arm," Butchy said, looking up from the tiny first aid box he was raiding.
"Oh ok," Coral smiled, padding over to the biker and picking up the roll of bandage, their hands brushing together for a second, triggering their cheeks to flush crimson. Coral wrapped the cloth around Butchy's arm with little conversation, just a few little jokes and snippets of conversations, but she got the job done pretty quickly, leaving the pair in an awkward silence.
"We should probably get back to the others," Butchy said after a few seconds.
"Yeah," Coral agreed, starting to follow Butchy to the doorway but stopping after a few paces. "Butchy?" she called, making the biker turn his head, their eyes locking on each other. "Could you ask Lugnut to try not to argue with me tomorrow? Like, could you ask him to try and get along with me, please?" she asked, her eyes falling to the floor and her voice a little quieter and less certain than it usually was.
"Why?" Butchy asked, walking back over to her and resting his un-burnt arm on her shoulder.
"I just don't want to blow it tomorrow 'cause I know I'll get blamed if we start bickering," Coral admitted. "Plus it's just not fun, I don't like not getting along with him but every time I try to be nice he just snaps at me."
"Hey, you'll be fine, I'll talk to him," Butchy said, tilting Coral's chin up so that their eyes locked again. To say that her eyes were blue was like saying that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not enough to capture their true quality. And his eyes had double the warmth that any espresso could ever have, but they certainly shared the same intensity of colour. Butchy leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, a pulse of energy flooding through his veins for a split second. When they pulled apart, Butchy noticed a mischievous smile playing on the lips that he's just kissed, and his mind started to process real thoughts again. Not the ones that Coral made pop in and out of his head with every little thing that she did. "You're not really bothered whether you and Lugnut get along, are you?" he asked, taking a small step back and raising one of his eyebrows at her. She playfully shook her head, her golden brown curls bouncing and her grin making the dimples in her face become even more visible than usual. "You just wanted a kiss, didn't you?" Butchy continued, realising that he's just been played by a surfer girl.
"Uh huh," Coral said, a satisfied edge to her voice before she shot Butchy an extra big grin and dodged past him, running for the door as a chuckle slipped past her lips. But Butchy was right behind her and before she could turn the door handle he had his arms around her waist and she was being swept off the floor, resulting in another laugh escaping her mouth. Butchy took one arm from her waist, making sure not to be too reckless with it considering that Lela had managed to scorch the majority of his skin off, and reached for the door handle, turning it and putting her down again. As soon as Coral's feet touched the ground she went running off again and disappeared into the dining room, leaving Butchy grinning like an idiot over the surfer girl. And it certainly wasn't the first time.
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