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FOUR

"Why fall in love when you can fall asleep?"

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I swept my hair back into a ponytail and let my hands fall to my sides, staring into my floor-length mirror. Because I was the twin of the most popular guy in school, most people expected me to be look like a Victoria's Secret model.

I, however, took pride in my anti-stereotypical clothing choices, such as the outfit I had picked out for the day: a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a grey oversized hoodie with DON'T written across the front and a pair of black Converse.

"Bubbles! Bubbles! Boomer's here!" Brick's voice floated into my room from downstairs.

"Coming!" I answered, tearing my eyes away from the mirror, grabbing my school bag and heading downstairs.

"I'll be out in a sec," Brick said, passing me in the hallway with his phone in hand, out of which issued a high-pitched, pleading voice. "I just have to… talk to Sabrina for a moment."

The corner of my mouth tipped in a smirk. Brick's meaning of talking usually meant dumping his present girlfriend. He and Sabrina had been dating for a whole week and a half and it was about time Brick cut her loose. She was just a whining, clueless girl with a pretty face.

I skipped outside, my face tilted back, enjoying the sunshine and the breeze playing across my features. Looking around, I saw Boomer leaning against his sleek, blue sports car, his face lit with a grin as he watched me approach.

"Hey Bubs," Boomer smiled. "You look happy this morning."

"What's not to be happy about?" I said cheerfully, grinning as I did a little spin and pushed my schoolbag through the back window into the car. "Brick will be out soon. He's having the talk with Sabrina."

Boomer laughed. "He'll never learn," he muttered, almost to himself.

"Never learn what?" I asked.

"He'll never learn that he's better off with a cute looking girl with brains rather than a gorgeous idiot," Boomer explained with a shrug.

"Oh, come on Boomer," I laughed, "You can't pretend that you haven't been with your fair share of gorgeous idiots."

"True," Boomer said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face and creeping into his eyes.

His eyes…

"Woah," I muttered, frozen to the spot.

"Woah what?" Boomer asked, shifting uncomfortably under my stare.

I ignored him. "How could I have never noticed your eyes before now?" I whispered, more to myself than to him. Had his eyes always been that blue?

I have always had a thing for eyes, not in a creepy way - just, I find eyes the most beautiful thing about a person. And, in my books, Boomer's eyes were gorgeous.

In fact, the rest of him wasn't that bad either. His medium-length blonde hair fell messily across his face, giving him the laid back and careless look, whilst still looking good. He had a strong jaw line, giving him a masculine appearance and, because of his frequent trips to the beach, he was also slightly tanned. My eyes traveled down from his face. He had a nice body.

"Er, Bubbles? Are you done eyeballing me yet or do you want to take a picture?"

Boomer's amused tone made me snap out of my trance. I uttered a small cry of surprise and stumbled a few steps back.

What the hell was wrong with me? Had I just been implying that I found Boomer – my brother's best friend – attractive in any way?! Had I just been… checking him out?! Wake up Bubbles!

"Uh… What? Er… um… No! As if I'd be, uh, checking you out! That's just… totally and completely… like, uhh, ew! It would be almost, like, incest for me to find you hot! Which is why I, um, don't! No way! Ew. As if you would even think that!" I stopped my ranting when I realised how much I sounded as though I was lying. Which I wasn't.

Before Boomer could respond, the front door slammed shut and Brick called, "Are we going or what?"

I stared hard at Boomer while he simply winked at me before turning and giving my brother a 'bro hug'. Grumbling to myself and my lack of control over whom I checked out, I climbed into the backseat of the car and sat there, waiting with my arms crossed for Boomer to start driving.

Glancing up as the two boys got into the car, I caught Boomer's eye in the rearview mirror. My heart fluttered and heat flooded my cheeks at the sight of Boomer's eyes, but I simply made a face at him and looked away.

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"Bubs! Bubs! Bubbles!"

I mumbled a string of incoherent insults, pushing the annoying voice to the back of my mind as I tried to return to the wonderful land of sleep. However, I felt a pair of hands begin to shake my shoulders and the annoying voice returned.

Finally, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

"What do you want?!" I snapped, opening my eyes and sitting up.

It was then that I found myself face to face with my English teacher, Mrs. Patrick, who looked particularly livid.

Damn, did I fall asleep in class again? Grr, curse Robin for making me stay up for Brick's stupid party.

"Er… Hi, Mrs. Patrick," I said feebly, putting on my most innocent expression.

I saw Robin – who was obviously the one who had been trying to wake me – biting back a smile.

"Good morning, Bubbles. How happy am I that you've decided to finally wake up," Mrs. Patrick said, her flashing, angry eyes contradicting the smile on her face.

I managed a hopeful smile but the red slip of paper Mrs. Patrick slammed onto my desk wiped it off almost immediately.

"A detention should ensure that you stay conscious throughout the rest of my lessons," Mrs. Patrick stated, her smile also gone.

I rolled my eyes. "A detention for falling asleep? It's not my fault you can't keep a class entertained."

As soon as I had spoken, I regretted it.

"GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW!"

Wincing at Mrs. Patrick's high shriek, I picked up the red detention slip, stood and walked out of the classroom. With my head hung low, I shuffled down the hallway toward the principal's office.

"Bubbles?"

I turned at the sound of my name only to see Butch walking up the hallway towards me. My stomach clenched at the sight of him and whilst my head was screaming "Walk away!" my feet did not move.

"What do you want, Summers?"

He seemed slightly taken aback by my snappish manner because he paused for a moment before covering the rest of the distance between us. He stood in front of me in silence for a few moments, his green eyes searching my face.

After a minute or two, I finally let out an irritated sigh and said, "Well, as exciting as this is, I really need to be in the principal's office."

"Why?" Butch asked in that quiet, meaningful voice of his.

Even though I hated him, Butch sure did know how to take a girl's breath away with his mysterious attitude.

I shrugged. "I fell asleep in Mrs. Patrick's English class," I said.

I frowned for a moment, surprised at how easily I was talking to him.

"Anything else you have to say, or can I go now?" I asked impatiently.

Butch opened his mouth for a moment before closing it again. He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes still traveling slowly across my face, before he finally said, "Do you want to get out of here? I know how much trouble you'd get into if your mother found out you were sent to the principal's office today."

His knowledge of how my Mom would act annoyed me slightly. It seemed like centuries ago when he would come around for dinner almost every night and we could talk to each other without all this drama.

Regaining my composure, I rolled my eyes and said, "What makes you think I'd want to go anywhere with you?"

Butch simply stood there, his expression unreadable. His eyes bore into mine as if searching for something and my insides squirmed uncomfortably while goose bumps rose on my arms.

Why was his gaze making me feel like this? Why did he still hold that same power over me that he did before he had betrayed Brick?

I cleared my throat and glared up at Butch, as if his effect on me was his fault… which it was!

"See you around, Summers." I whispered.

I half expected Butch to pull me back like he did the other day, or at least call my name as I turned and walked away from him, but he didn't.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little disappointed…

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At lunch, I opted for a spot of grass next to our usual table, stretching out under the sun with my eyes closed, trying to clear my thoughts. I heard someone sit down beside me. Robin's perfume made its way into my nostrils, and I smiled slightly.

"Hey, how was the principal's office?" she asked, laying down with a yawn.

"Boring," I said truthfully.

"I heard the trip there was a lot more entertaining."

My eyes shot open and I sat up, staring at the annoyingly calm face of my best friend.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

Robin laughed softly. "Oh, come on, as if you didn't think that you and Butch Summers meeting in the hallway alone wouldn't get out." She sighed, opening her eyes and looking at me.

"I heard it from Maria Cooper, who heard it from Teddy Ashford, who heard it from Kelly Larson who saw you two when she was coming back from the bathroom."

I groaned. "Let me guess, the story has evolved from what actually happened to a riveting tale where Butch and I start having a totally passionate make out session, right?"

"Yep, pretty much," Robin nodded as she sat up. "So what actually happened?"

My eyes flickered to where Brick sat at our table a few feet away. Thankfully, he was too busy engaging in a heated discussion with Sabrina to take any notice of what Robin and I were talking about.

"Nothing really. I told him I was headed to the principals office, and he asked me to skip with him." I explained in a quiet voice so no passers-by could eavesdrop. "Most of the 'conversation' was spent with him just standing there in silence."

Robin sighed heavily. "I've always had a thing for the quiet and mysterious type," she said softly.

This wasn't a big surprise to me. Robin hadn't taken part in the social war between Brick and Butch, so it didn't really matter to her if I had talked to Butch or not.

"But… I've never let myself like him. I've always known he has a thing for you."

"What?!"

My outraged cry obviously drew attention from our group, because everyone was now looking over at Robin and I. She merely shot them a smile and said, "Teen Wolf." Soon, everybody turned back to what they were doing before.

I was still staring in complete shock at Robin, though.

"Oh, come on, Bubbles. As if you haven't noticed the way he looks at you!" Robin cried.

"Yeah, I have. It's a look of disgust and loathing because we hate each other." Even as I said this, I knew it wasn't true. In all my recent conversations with Butch, I had been the hostile one.

"Whatever you say," Robin said lightly, her eyes sliding closed again and I knew the conversation was over.

I shot her a glare and wrapped my arms around my knees, hugging them to my chest. I let my gaze drift over the school's grounds and saw Butch striding across the grass with his friends in tow.

Our eyes met across the grounds but, as usual, his didn't display any emotion at all. It was as if his eyes were completely shut from any emotion, as if he pulled a curtain across them as a shield against outsiders.

I looked away first, still feeling his eyes on me, and Robin's words swirling in my mind.

~End Of Chapter~

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