Living With The Bad Boy

13) I Like Her Bra Size

"Ow!" Marcie shrieked as I tried to do her hair. Our AP English teacher decided to not show up today, not that anyone minded. Yay! The library which was close by had a fake flat-surface square rock in the corner with a bunch of pillows surrounding it. Do you want to know the best part? No one comes here.

"We're supposed to be studying for the English test, not fooling around," the golden boy reminded, going back to reading his textbook. What a party pooper. Trying to understand this two-hundred page long gibberish, I sighed loudly, throwing the book in the air. It hit Liam, the party pooper. Ha!

"Why do we need to understand Shakespeare?" I asked, desperate to throw this book in the garbage. The bin was about twenty feet away. If I tilted my body a couple degrees to the right and chuck it at the wall, maybe, I could get the book in. Tempting. "It's not like anyone talks like this anymore."

"We need to pass the test tomorrow," Marcie reasoned, looking through her notes. Her perfect handwriting made me want to lose a couple brain cells, I probably already lost a couple of brain cells. Smart people are tough to be around. They take all the smartness you have and eat it up, leaving none for us.

Liam neatly set his dumb book on the ground, turning to face me. "If we study today, we can enjoy the football game tomorrow," he negotiated. Football game in the winter? That's just plain stupid. But then again, we wear shorts for soccer in the winter so I suppose it isn't anyway different. I prefer soccer though, just saying.

"I've got a better idea," I proposed, rolling my eyes at the librarian who gave me a shut-the-hell-up look. "I'll do Marcie's hair while she reads all of her notes out loud. And Liam here, can listen to Marcie while he watches his girlfriend turn pretty to beautiful. Deal?"

"That's impossible," he declared. We shot him a confused look, it's not like I asked him to buy me Pluto. I would actually like that, my own planet, far away from every stupid human being on this earth. "She's already the most beautiful girl in the world. You can make her wear a trash bag and she'd still look pretty to me."

I cooed as Marcie blushed a deep red, whispering something incoherent to her sweet boyfriend. "I hate third-wheeling you guys," I grumbled, sticking my tongue up at the ceiling for no reason. I wish I could play my One Direction albums out loud but noooo, that's fucking illegal at a library. "I can't tease you about loving each other because you already do."

They both gave me wide smirks. "Well it's a shame you don't realize your feelings for Sam, is it?" Marcie smugly asked. "My poor little sandwich, blocking out her feelings."

"You're such a wannabe burger," I grumbled, laughing along with Marcie at our little inside joke. Liam gave us both a weirded out look, not that I can blame him. Who calls people sandwiches and burgers anyway? Marcie Grey and Lauren Anderson, that's who. "When you and Sam confess to each other I'm throwing a party," he said. I flipped him off, gathering all of Marcie's soft hair in my hands. So blonde.

"Now let me do your hair." Taking out a hair brush, I attempted to untangle all her knots as fast as possible as she read her notes out loud. Parting her hair, my hands french braided both sides and stopped near her chin so it could flow out. Tilting her face towards me, I inspected both sides of her hair. She looked gorgeous. My hands are secretly magical, take that Harry Potter.

"You look beautiful," her boyfriend murmured as he pulled her face in for a long kiss. Chuckling, I pulled out my phone to answer my texts that I ignored when I came into the library.

'Coach wants to know where you three are, hurry up,' Sam texted. Our group chat was also flooding with texts from the guys. Shit, he's going to kick our asses.