"Lash?", I asked in confusion, but also anger. I pushed myself to my wobbly feet and stared at the taller boy, not knowing what to do. "What the fucking hell?!", was all I could say, before tackling him. Punches and kicks were thrown to his side and stomach, some even landing on his face.
"Woah there, buttercup," someone else said, picking me up and setting me with Leila and Magenta.

It was Speed.

Lash let out a throaty groan, but was able to stand. He dusted off his dirt covered shirt and tried to fix his messy brown hair.

"What was that? How did you guys know where I live? What are you? Fucking insane? My doors were locked! How'd you even get in?", I yelled, my temper boiling.
"When you're made of elastic, your finger can easily fit into a lock," Lash smirked, examining his fingers.
"I could've called the police on you! Hell, I could've gotten my dad's gun and shot you!"
"We all know you wouldn't do that."

I went to charge at him again but Leila and Magenta held me back by my arms.

"Why are you even here?"
"I told you I was going to pay you back."
"You're mental! What good does this even do?"
"It lets you know that you shouldn't mess with me, and also, I can do things a lot worse."
"All I did was beat you in Save the Citizen!"
"And I don't like losing, so try not to let it happen again," he smiled, brushing past me along with Speed. I followed after him, grabbing his arm and slinging him around.

"How did you find my address?"
"The school documents, duh," Speed interrupted.

Lash smiled cockily and ripped his arm from my grip.

"I am getting sick and tired of your shit, Lash! It's only been a week and you're already annoying the hell out of me! And breaking into my house! I should have you arrested!", I yelled, following him down the stairs and towards the front door. Magenta and Leila stayed next to me as well.
"Chill, babe. It was just a joke."
"Just a joke?"
"Yes. A simple joke to teach you that I run things around here."
"Oh, really?", I asked, raising my eyebrows and crossing my arms.
"Yes, really."

Lash opened the door and stepped out, as Speed followed. They walked across my lawn, waving cockily.

"That was so uncool," Magenta mumbled.
"See you tomorrow!", Lash called.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah- wait? Tomorrow? Tomorrow's Saturday!"

I charged out onto the lawn, barefoot and still in my pajamas. The two idiots started walking down the sidewalk, but both stopped just to watch me barge over to them. To my luck, since it was around one in the morning and super dark, I accidentally stepped in cat poop.

"Aw shit!", I growled, hopping on one foot backwards.

I need to talk to Violet about spreading her droppings everywhere.

Lash and Speed instantly began laughing, I even heard some snickers from Leila and Magenta.

I tried wiping the contaminated skin off on the grass, but only got half of it off.

"Why would I see you tomorrow?", I mumbled, as I still tried to clean my foot.
"Because, we need to work on our project. I'll come over at one."
"But- I can just do it by myself-"

I looked up and they were gone. I sighed frustratedly and hopped back over to the front door. Leila and Magenta watched me as I turned on the water hose and sprayed my foot.

"I can't believe they did that. I had to crawl down a gutter just because they were pulling a joke," Magenta grumbled.
"I should kill them. I almost had a fucking heart attack."

...

"Kim! Honey?"

My eyes shot open when I heard my mom's voice.

"Hmm?", I groaned, rolling over and snuggling deeper into my covers.
"There's a boy here- Lash? He said you two were going to work on a project!"

That's when I quickly shot up out of bed and stood to my feet. I looked back at the clock that read 1:08 in red, flashing letters.

"I'll send him up!"

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I looked awful! My hair was a frizzy black mess and my eyeliner was smeared down my cheeks- I must've forgotten to take off my makeup last night. I couldn't let him see me like this!

I was supposed to get up when Magenta and Leila left, but I was so tired, I just fell back asleep once I was alone.

I hurried to the bathroom and instantly started to fix my appearance. I was brushing my hair and teeth at the same time, which was not the most cleanest idea I ever had. Toothpaste was all over my shirt, drying in a white paste.

I washed off my face and applied enough makeup to make me look normal. Concealer, eyeliner, and mascara.

That was all the time I had before I heard Lash's footsteps coming up the stairs. The memories of last night came fading back, and I didn't particularly like them.

I rushed out of the bathroom, only to bump into a chest, his chest.

"Woah there. Excited to see me?", he chuckled.
"Just the opposite."

I walked down the hallway and into my room, Lash coming in after. I went to my closet and started pulling out clothes to change into, since I was still in a tank and shorts.

"What were you doing?", the boy asked, leaning on my doorway.
"Sleeping," I replied, grabbing a pair of skinnies and a black sweatshirt.
"It doesn't look like it."
"What do you mean?"

I turned towards him and raised my eyebrow, expecting to hear an answer. He just pointed at my shirt. I looked down and saw the dried tooth paste.

"What?"

He just smirked.

"What?", I asked again, this time more impatiently.
"If you had someone over, you could've just told me to wait."

That's when it clicked.

"Ew! You think I was having sex?"
"More like giving head."
"No! This is toothpaste, you dick!"

I covered up my white chest with my shirt and walked over to him, before pushing him out.

"I don't think it is."
"Well, I know that it isn't what your thinking."
"And what would that be?", he smirked, "Cu-"

That's when I slammed the door in his face and locked it.

God, what have I done to deserve this? What have I done to be stuck with this idiot?

...

Happy New Year guys! I can't believe it's already 2014! Do you guys have any new year resolutions? I know that I'm going to try and improve my writing, lose weight, and get better grades. If I become hella rad in the process, I won't complain.

-Hannah-