Disclaimer: Yo no owno thiso. I don't speak Spanish well either.
I got a chapter out in less that a week? Go me! And go you guys cause yall just like made my bun buns hop happily on my seat from all the lovin' I was getting. That sounded very wrong.
Go read the chapter now please.
CPOV
I had only knocked on the door once before it was flung open and a head of dark unruly hair flew out of the door looking around wildly. "Bex?" I asked looking at her worriedly.
Her head snapped up to me and then she pulled me into her apartment. I was attempting to ask her what the hell was wrong with her but the sudden movement caused me to let out a sound which went a bit like this, "Whamelragghh"
This is blasphemy I tell you. I'm being manhandled by my best friend. That is a big no-no in the book of friendship. Obviously my dear friend has a copy of the new revised edition.
Bex pushed me hurriedly towards her couch then basically threw me down before frantically rushing back to the door putting all the locks in their respective places.
She leaned against the door and sighed before looking over at me plastering the biggest fake ass smile ever. I'm pretty sure I was looking at her like she was a flying saucer who just landed in front of me playing obnoxious rap music at full volume while screaming 'Look at me! Look at me!
"Don't ask," she muttered darkly as I opened my mouth to do exactly that. Clearing her throat awkwardly she scampered over to me flopping herself onto the couch.
"So …spill," she said simply. Where did all her manners go?
Grace would be so ashamed to see her acting like this. Along with her psychotic behavior I was honestly wondering if I need to call 1-800-CRAZY-PPL to come pick her up.
"What the fuck Baxter? What's with shady behavior and unnecessary manhandling?"
Bex rolled her eyes at me, huffing while putting her gorgeous hair into a sloppy bun resting at the top of her head.
She didn't even brush it and it still looks nicer than mine. Not fair.
Letting her hands fall to her lap with a 'smack she replied, "I'm kind of expecting someone else who I'm avoiding at the moment."
"Uh-huh." She's gone loony. My best friend is certifiably insane. I always knew this moment would come.
"But anyway what's the deal with you and Zach?"
"Huh well ... you see," I laughed nervously ducking my head down and rubbing my neck.
"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" She punctuated each 'Tell me' with a slap on my thing. Did that fat just jiggle? Oh hell no. I cannot deal with this right now! It was all that Chinese we'd been ordering lately. I knew when Confucius said 'Be careful of what heads to the southern lands' I should have paid attention.
"Stop abusing me first!" I scolded her. Bex made a face at me before turning serious. I sighed, crossing my legs.
I started to chew on my bottom lip, a nervous habit that only came out during very stressful situations. I finally stopped doing it after a very tedious lip biting session that forced me to buy a whole pack of Chap Stick. But obvious it has started again.
Damn you Zach. You make my life complicated with your complicating of situations that should not be complicated.
"Well it you see – wait a minute there." I got off the couch slowly walking towards the lamp in the corner of the living room suspiciously. My eyes widened when I saw what was delicately hanging off of Bex's lamp shade.
"What is this interesting piece of evidence here Miss Baxter?" I asked with a smirk, turning around to face her holding up a blue pair of boxers.
Now in all my time of knowing her, I can honestly say I have never seen Rebecca Baxter blush. She was born without the emotion known as embarrassment. She's just shameless in everything that she does.
But this certain situation had her blushing all the way from her neck. An over-joyous feeling settled over me. I finally have ammo to embarrass her with for the rest of her life. My insides were crying with happiness. This was certainly a moment to be remembered forever.
Okay moment's over.
"They're nothing," she cried trying to snatch the incriminating evidence from my hands. I dodged her and jumped onto the couch fighting her off with my free hand as she tried to grab the boxers to no avail. Poor girl.
During our very lame fight scene, Bex managed to slap me in the face while she flailed. That was just not acceptable.
"Okay stop!" I shouted fed-up with the madness that was occurring.
"Tell me whose own it is and no one gets hurt," I said in a low voice giving her my menacing look that I reserved for questioning criminals. Fornication is a crime in some countries you know. Of course those countries also have no electricity and the only form of transport is a four legged animal.
Bex's eyes narrowed into slits and in any other situation I'd be terrified and off running trying to catch a plane to Switzerland or any other faraway place where I could lay low, change my name and work in a fishers' market. But I was holding the pants in this house – pun intended.
"Yo Momma's."
I gasped switching the menacing to angry. That was low Baxter. Like a thousand feet under the sea low. "I know you did not just bring my mother into this."
The girl had the nerve to laugh at me.
"Just tell whose own it is!" I shouted over her laughing. This was starting to get tiring. I already knew who the suspect was, I just wanted her to say it for herself.
"Never!"
"Tell me!"
"No!"
"Please?" I asked going with the nice girl act.
"Nope."
Damn.
"Does he work with us?" I tried again.
"How do you know it's not my Dad's own or something huh?" Bex asked saucily giving me a defiant smirk.
I gave her a long hard stare before letting shrugging my shoulder nonchalantly. "Well by Dad if you meant Papa Grant then okay," I replied innocently.
Bex's face turned an unflattering shade of blue at that moment. Awe, she's embarrassed, how cute.
"So obviously 'nothing's going on' means I'm having sex with the guy I hate." I told her putting my hands on my hips.
Bex let out a frustrated screech before plopping herself onto the couch, the momentum of the movement causing me to almost lose my balance. I flailed around, arms flapping wildly, looking like the distant cousin of a crazy, angry chicken/duck cross breed all while Bex remained oblivious to me.
"Nothing is going on. And I am not admitting to anything but you should know that I do still hate him."
I regained my balance then shaking my head in disappointment, glaring down at her head. They would never learn would they?
"This would all be much simpler if you guys just admitted you liked each other and then you wouldn't have to sneak around to have sex," I told her adding a 'Duh' at the end to enhance my point.
"But we don't like each other."
"Of course you don't."
Grant and Bex have told us countless times that they 'don't have feelings for each other' and are 'just friends'. Please refer to quotations marks for lies and bullshit.
Denial, it ain't just a river in Egypt. It's Bex and Grant's life. If you put flashing neon sign in front of them, it wouldn't help one bit. We should know. We tried it already, minus the flashing neon lights.
It was a fluorescent green Post-it though. Liz, Macey and I came up with an ingenious plan to make them finally admit their true feelings. We stole Grant's Xbox and placed a cute little post-it on his desk that said 'Tell Bex you like her or you'll never see your beloved Xbox again. P.S - we stole your stupid COD game too.'
Bex was a bit harder to steal from. So we had to take very drastic measures to get what we wanted, for their benefit of course. So we may or may not have updated her health documents and said she had a temporary but severe disease that didn't allow her to do any strenuous physical activity until the symptoms subsided.
We also may or may not have left the document on the Director's secretary's desk for him to see.
She was horrified when she was notified that due to her health problem she wouldn't be able to go a highly classified mission taking place in Istanbul. It would have worked if they didn't find out it was us and threatened to tell Tina Walters, a.k.a - the number one gossip on the face of the continent, about all our drunken encounters. Including one involving a leopard print bra, a gay transvestite, two parrots and zoo.
We don't speak of that night.
"Didn't you come here to talk about your problems?" Trying to change the topic now Bex, smart move. But we will continue this later.
"We kissed," I offered with an innocent shrug of my shoulders, letting my hair fall into my face to block the involuntary blush that had appeared.
Even simply thinking of the way his lips brushed against mine in the simples caress had me blushing. And spouting poetry.
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
This is useless,
I freaking hate you Zachary Goode.
"I know that you priss! I want details! Was it good? Did he slip you the tongue? Zach seems like the secretly passionate type you know so it wouldn't be surprising if you both got carried away and -"
"Bex!" I exclaimed embarrassedly causing her to stop in the middle of her rant. Slip the tongue? What was she, twelve?
"Sorry sorry!" she apologized raising her hands in defense.
Psh, like I would try to attack crazy people anyway.
"It's just… I don't know what to do anymore. This is all so confusing. It's like one moment we're normal cracking jokes and talking shit and then BAM! He's looking at me all my mysteriously like I'm some puzzle and I want to jump him."
Bex nodded her head and hmm-ed, staring at me with calculating eyes.
"This would be much simpler if you guys just admitted you liked each other," she mocked. Then she laughed at herself because she thinks she's just the funniest person in the world.
"Bex," I groaned. "Be serious, I don't know what to do anymore."
"Well obviously both of you guys have some bloody strong sexual tension going on – anyone within a ten mile radius can tell. It's like radioactive, it comes off if waves and just pulsates throughout the air."
"But…"
"But nothing! You need to move your little arse back to your apartment and talk with Zach. It's all very simple," she explained like I was a little child which I wasn't.
"I don't want to!" I whined like said child. Eh, hypocrisy is in style.
"Too bad! Get out of house and talk to him."
"No," I crossed my arms defiantly.
Bex frowned at me and there was a fire in her eyes that wasn't there before.
Hello? Anyone have an extinguisher?
"I am not -" I started to say but was cut off by a loud banging on her door. I raised an eyebrow at Bex whose calm façade from earlier completely disappeared leaving pure panic in its wake. The banging continued louder until a very familiar voice shouted, "Open the door Baxter!"
Knowing exactly who was at the door sent me into a fit of giggles. The look of Bex's face didn't help either.
"You wanna get that?" I asked through laughs.
"No," she stated evenly glaring at the door. Maybe if she tries hard enough, she can make him disappear with her amazing eye powers.
"Baxter!"
"Bex," I insisted.
"No."
"BAXTER!"
"He seems angry," I stated looking at the door.
"Yup."
The banging continued for another ten seconds then colourful word started to fly. "Okay I'm leaving now, thanks for the advice that I won't be taking," I told her getting off the couch and walking towards the shaking door.
I pulled it open revealing a very pissed off – but still deliciously hot- looking Grant. His hair was a mess, his lips set in a hard line and he was red in the face.
"Hi Grant," I smiled stepping around him as he turned to the side. "Bye Grant," I wiggled my fingers at him. The anger dissipated into confusion. Poor guy.
The last thing I heard before stepping into the elevator was a deep voice threatening, "You're in so much trouble" then a door slamming closed. I chuckled imagining the look on Bex's face when she would see Grant standing in her living room. I frowned after that though.
She always did get the hot, angry sex.
When I arrived back at the scene of the crime a half hour later, there were no signs of the assailant. The victim i.e. – Me, took cover in her room, refusing to come out or acknowledge when the front door opened signaling the arrival of one Zach Goode.
Did I mention I didn't come out to eat either?
Trying to avoid someone you live with is a very complicated task. If you wait until 3 AM to sneak out and grab a bowl of cereal, chances are you won't be seen.
The morning after the incident was ... interesting for the most part. It doesn't matter if I hate mornings with a passion and Zach can't sleep past six. We wake up the same time and take the same car to work.
Now add in our little predicament and you have a recipe for awkwardness of epic proportions.
Through bleary eyes I half walked half dragged myself to the bathroom. My still now processing mind, did not pick up that the bathroom was occupado. So when I went to turn the knob, the door was already being opened by its occupant.
If it's one thing I've learnt in my lifetime, it's that Zach is undeniably attractive. But a wet, glistening Zach. Now that is just irresistable. And put him in nothing but a towel...
Those parental units did a hell of a good job with this one.
Look away from the abs Cammie. Look away from - oh look, a droplet's making it's down his stomach towards the promise land. And down it goes under the towel.
Then I realized I was staring at Zach's towel which was hanging precariously low on his hips showing off that little 'V' pointing towards his promise land. So because I am a decent human being I looked away. Very very slowly.
Like snail pace slow.
Like slower than a snail slow.
Can I lick your abs?
"Hi," I squeaked forcing myself to look up at his face.
Not much better, his normally dark hair appeared black with the water and it hung down into his eyes which were doing their goo-inducing thing. Add on the sexy smirk and ... it was just too much for me. I honestly felt like I was going to explode. Or jump his bones. One of them.
"Morning," Zach replied raising an amused eyebrow at me. Oh he so knew I was checking him out. This is bad. Very bad.
Insert embarrassed face here.
"I'm just gonna..." I made some weird hand motion towards the bathroom. "Yeah."
I squeezed passed him and shut the door leaning back against it. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in. Then I breathed in.
"Holy shit."
It smelt like Zach, multiplied by a hundred billion. His scent was just everywhere and I just barely held back the urge to inhale it all in like a search dog.
Did I ever mention Zach smells edible?
No? Okay, well yeah, Zach smells edible.
"Cold shower, cold shower," I chanted stripping down to my birthday suit. Stepping into the shower I turned the cold knob on full blast.
Yep, cold showers definitely get rid any lingering thoughts about your best friend slash roommate who you almost kind of sort of kissed the day before. It also helps to test your vocal chords.
Ten minutes later I was sitting on a stool pushing around my milk-less cereal with my spoon absentmindedly. A warm hand placed itself on my shoulder and an instant shiver ran down my spine.
Welcome back butterflies. I hate you all.
Turning my head I found a concerned Zach. "You okay?" he asked.
Oh just peachy. I think I have feelings for you. My nose is all fucked up with your scent that I want to bottle and sniff like coke. I have butterflies that are driving me crazy and I can't eat because of them!
"Yep," I forced a smile. Standing up I rushed to wards the garbage dumping my uneaten cereal into it and placing my bowl on the counter. Yes I know, starving people in the world and all that. I'll eat two bowls to make up for it next time.
"Cammie." Oh he's using the reprimanding tone.
"Yes Zach," I called sweetly turning around to face him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I insisted annoyed that he kept pestering me about this. I tried to hurry past him but he grabbed my upper arm and brought me right in front of him. I shrugged my arm from his grasp and crossed it staring up at him irritatedly.
"You can't lie to me Cammie. I know you better than anyone else in this entire world, so just say what you're really feeling before I have to make you tell me," he told me seriously looking at me with his Immediate Goo Pile eyes. Every step he took forward, I would take one back until I felt the hard counter hit against my lower back. And then I was trapped.
Dammit.
"Look Zach I'm fine okay. Can we get to work?" I snapped.
He stared me down with simmering eyes before sighing. "Fine." And turned around on his heel. His shoulders were still tensed and I could feel the frustration coming off him in waves.
Despite the guilt for lying to him, I was mostly relieved. I just needed time to think this all over before saying anything. He deserved the complete truth, and I wasn't risking telling him what I was feeling when even I didn't really know what was going on with me.
The silence was killing me. Stabbing me. Murdering me. Whichever one it was, it was killing me.
Zach and I have always had this comfortable silence between us when we weren't talking or bickering. That comfortable silence? Mmm not so comfortable anymore.
So I did what any normal person stuck in this situation would do. I talked.
"Nice weather we're having."
Hey, we all have to start somewhere.
"Mhmm." Was all he said. Internally, I groaned. He was still angry with me.
"No rain for the whole week," I tried again.
"Nice."
Silence.
Shit.
I hate this.
Two minutes and fifteen seconds later we pulled into the parking lot but neither of us moved. The quiet was stifling me and the pink elephant hanging over our heads didn't help one bit.
"Zach I think -" I started at the same time he says "We need to talk"
Oh now he decides to talk.
"Sorry you first," he said.
That's right bitch, I'll go first and you can wait your turn.
"I just think -" I started but was cut off from a knocking on my window. I blinked twice then turned around to see who else but Bex waving her hands frantically motioning for me to get out the car.
What. The. Hell?
Does she have some freaky psychic ability to know just when to interrupt very important moments in my life?
I held up a finger at her then turned around to face Zach who was turning the ignition off. Dammit he was leaving.
"I'm sorry Zach." He smiled at me and shook his head. He ran his hands through his messy hair - was it insane I was jealous of his hand? - before replying. "It's okay we'll talk later."
I sighed in relief. "Later," I promised grabbing my bag and stepping out the car. I came face to face with the interrupter herself.
"What the hell Bex?" I was pissed. Like hell. I finally decide to take her advice and try to talk to him and she interrupts the moment it happens. Unbelievable.
"Cam..." she eyed me nervously and then I realized something was wrong. Bex's normally confident demeanor was completely gone. Her usually bright, shining eyes were clouded over with something entirely different. Fear.
There were bags under her eyes, her shoulders were slumped with defeat and she had her arms wrapped around herself, protecting herself. The crazy girl I was with from yesterday was gone leaving behind a shell of my best friend.
"What's wrong Bex?" I asked.
Bex swallowed before exhaling on a shaky breath. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. I sighed helplessly, pulling her into a hug. Her arms immediately wrapped around my waist tightly, her small body shaking.
"Bex what's wrong?" I asked again running my hand through her dark locks in a smoothing manner. She hugged me tighter before whispering into the air four words that would undoubtedly make our lives a whole lot more complicated.
"I think I'm pregnant."
Holy shit, doesn't even begin to cover it.