Chapter 22 - Little Girl, Big Voice
Author's Notes: To the anonymous reviewer that asked if this was a Clace story, please read the description of this story as well as the main pairing in the first chapter. (Pretty sure I was trolled, this actually makes me happy. XD) I own nothing, save for the storyline, the mistakes, Dahlia, Alyssa, and my gratitude at the fans of my stories that put up with my cases of writers' block and a busy life.
"So. You'd rather bottom for Bryce than give anything to Amanda, huh?"
Simon simply rolled his eyes for the...I don't even know how many times he's done it since I first started messing with him about it. Granted, the look on Amanda's face when he just blurted it out was utterly priceless, and I doubt he even thought about anything but telling her that he'd rather go gay for the nerd-loving wrestler to get her off his back. Given her utterly gobsmacked expression, I'd say that it worked like an utter charm.
And gave me and Dahlia merciless ammunition to use against him for the rest of his life. Because, of course, I texted her about it when he went to the bathroom after we were done with lunch. My phone was continuing to explode as we now walked back to the dorms, making me think that she told Bryce about it, as well. The thought would have made me grin, if I wasn't already doing so.
"Will you stop?!" He was huffy, though he was trying his hardest to fight off a huge grin, mainly because I knew that was proud of himself for giving Amanda such a freaking shock. "Seriously, it was the first thing I thought of that would probably be the most insulting. You know better than anyone that I'm not gay."
I just turned to him, giving him the cheeky little grin that he was so used to. "There is this mysterious thing called bisexuality, Simon. Perhaps you've heard of it in many of your nerd studies? Or, you know, Dahlia could probably give you some insight on this new and exciting time of your life." He growled at me briefly, which was more cute than anything threatening like he actually intended it to be. Which is why I had to be a bitch and pat him on the shoulder. "I'm just so proud of you for coming out and embracing who you really are. It's about time you stopping hiding."
He looked ready to murder me, he really did. And my inner voice was telling me to stop, but my common sense wasn't functioning correctly at the moment. Which is why I continued to torture him.
"Now. Get away from me, find Bryce, and get your man-loving on with him."
"I'd rather love something else." The grin he suddenly flashed at me was far too wide for my liking, and it hit me a split second too late as to what he was intending to do. Which is why I turned to run...only to scream so loudly that it echoed when I felt his fingers dig into my sides, mercilessly tickling.
"NO! D-DON'T! I WILL KILL YOU!" I'm doubled over immediately, already trying to careen away from his wriggling fingers, but he's just too freaking quick to follow me and I'm really going to kill him for it if he doesn't stop soon!
"I distinctly remember asking you to stop nicely about fifteen minutes ago, and you continued to plague me about Bryce and having him top me." Simon's pert voice only made me try to thrash away from him...which worked for about two seconds before his fingers were back, making me screech loudly. We were more than likely gathering a few weird looks from people, since we were in the middle of campus, but I didn't care one freaking bit. "So, really, I shouldn't stop for fifteen minutes, to be completely fair."
Fifteen minutes!? That tears it!
"Umf!"
I feel him let me go the moment my purse makes contact with his side, and I whirl to face him, panting and out of breath a bit, while he's halfway hunched over and holding his side. Neither one of us makes a move, save for warily staring each other down, because we both know that making the first move will result in either another purse whack or a tickle attack.
Which is why I settled on spewing verbal threats at him.
"If you so much as THINK of tickling me for fifteen fucking minutes, I will go out, buy the biggest purse I can find, stuff it with so much crap that it'll be busting at the seams and cheerfully beat you to death with it!" Seeing him open his mouth to protest, I held up a finger. "And if you think Dahlia won't help me, think again. She'll help me, she'll videotape the entire ordeal, and then help me hide your body when I'm done! Or just stuff it Jace's room to frame him for it, whichever works."
He snorted at that final sentence, which is what I was hoping for. "Well, if I get a say in at least who deals with my stinking corpse after it's all said and done, then toss me in Jace's room. At least he'll go down with me."
At that, I could only grin widely, and genuinely. And, to seal the deal, i approached him with an outstretched hand. "Deal."
He accepted it with a smile of his own, the both of us shaking on this promise we'd now made.
"AHHH!"
And the sneaky bastard used his free hand to start tickling me quickly, before running off like I lit the ass of his pants on fire! Which, given the glare I was sending his retreating form as I started to run after him, I very well could have done just that.
"You better hope to god I don't catch you, Lewis! Because I'll enforce that deal a lot sooner than you fucking think! GET BACK HERE!"
He used his height to his advantage, managing to make it about halfway across campus before he tripped over his own two feet and went down in the grass. I dove on top of him, mercilessly beating him with my purse until he tickled me again and knocked me off of him. We hadn't moved ever since, simply just laying on our backs in the grass.
"Has she responded yet?"
Quickly pulling my phone out to check for a response from Dahlia to the question of a coffee break tonight, I ended up shaking my head. "Nope, still dead silent." I just tossed my phone back to the soft green earth and grinned at Simon. "Well, at least I hope that means she's having a good time with Alyssa."
"So, since she showed up today, does that mean that we're all supposed to still go out on a double date like we originally talked about? Or, has that plan been scrapped?"
That was a good question. One that I didn't know the answer to myself, mainly because I asked Dahlia that very same thing before I left Hello Bistro. And I had yet to receive an answer myself. "Honestly, I don't know...mainly because I asked Dahlia before I left to find you, and she seemed more keen on making heart eyes at Alyssa than actually listening to my question."
The description made Simon snort, because he was getting to know my roommate as much as I was. "Dahlia would tell you that she doesn't make heart eyes. She makes others make heart eyes at her."
I effortlessly 'pfft'ed that rebuttal, and waved it away for good measure, even though I knew it was nothing but the truth. "Yeah, well, this time, she was the one doing all the heart eye making. And she had this gigantic grin on her face that made her look like a love-struck fool."
Next to me, Simon was just grinning widely, probably getting the imagery of my roommate doing just that. "Go on..."
And, giggling happily, I obliged his request. if only to see him grin so wide that his face hurt. "Flirting, she was acting all nervous and excited at lunch today, going off on a tangent of Alyssa's legs bare and in a dress instead of her work jeans...just to name a few."
"Well, if I knew you were thinking about me so much, I would've just went with you two when you left."
Whirling, I rolled over to meet not only the sun in my eyes for a split second, but also two silhouettes of the aforementioned girl and my roommate. Or, who I thought was my roommate, until I heard her voice speak up.
"Yeah, well, if I knew she was sitting spouting embarrassing information about me to her boyfriend, I wouldn't have been nice and went looking for her to inform her about the group date, and that my phone died, which is why anything she sent me, I never got."
Simon. His grin.
"HOW LONG WERE YOU STANDING THERE?" Better point. "SIMON'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND."
Dimly, I heard Alyssa snort. "Enough to make me give Dahlia heart eyes at the several shades of red she was turning at everything you said."
"I wasn't blushing. It's hot out." My roommate immediately shot back.
"Yeah, and I like dick." Alyssa and Simon both shot that back with equal levels of sarcasm, and I could imagine Simon staring at the shortest girl with a giant grin if I wasn't temporarily blinded due to the sunburst I gave myself a minute ago.
And I love how they think I didn't notice they utterly ignored the second thing I yelled. Bastards. All of them.
I wonder if Bryce would help me hide the bodies?