Living With The Bad Boy

17) We Both Lied

I've never had an awkward ride in my life like this.

Sure, there's been times where my old friends and I were in fights or when I've been in the middle of two people fighting but this is awkward.

It was dead silent in the car. Luke was up front driving and Lena called shotgun, wanting to be near Luke and not wanting to sit in the middle of her glaring brother and her hot friend Blake. It was a win-win, for her.

The other four rushed into the other car the second they saw Blake and Sam entering the same one with tense shoulders. Well thanks for the support douchebags. Even Beth and Andy called it a night after sensing the obvious tension.

I sneezed louder than usual, hoping that someone would spark a conversation. Nope, no response. Just a weird look from my supportive brother from the mirror.

Peeking over at Sam, I noticed his glare fixed at Blake who stared out the window, not moving an inch. He had a nicely defined jawline. Not these thoughts now Lauren! Well excuse me for admiring the human species. Not right now! Stop arguing with yourself dumbass.

Now, should I poke Sam or Blake? If I poke Blake, he'll definitely notice Sam's glare and it will just get a lot more awkward. But if I poke Sam, he's going to glare at me. Nah, he wouldn't dare risk a bruise on his perfect, flawless skin.

Poking the idiot for his attention, I smiled and relaxed when he stopped glaring at the poor child. "Stop glaring at Blake," I mouthed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, then realizing what I was mouthing. "No," he mouthed back, sticking his tongue out childishly.

"Why?" I mouthed. He mouthed something back but I couldn't understand. Sighing, he typed it out. He puts me in a bad mood and I hate his hair.

Why, I texted back, holding in a snort. As usual, something always interrupts me when I want an answer. Or in this case, someone.

"We're here!" my brother chirped, happy to get out of the non-existent feud. Perfect timing brother! Note my sarcasm. It's alright, I'm never going to get my answer and I'll never figure it out.

"We're over here you fuckers!" Chase yelled, waving his arms to gather everyone's attention and instantly smacked in the head by his girlfriend.

Marcie walked over towards us and smirked, eyes showing zero sympathy. "Enjoy your car ride?" she innocently asked. I sent her a flat look, gesturing towards the guys who were having a glaring contest. Yay, Blake joined in too. And here I thought he was the mature one. I take it all back.

"Why the hell don't they like each other?" I muttered, sneezing again. Can the fever like, not kick in at the moment?

"Because they both like you," Nena answered for me. "It's competition and they both know that they're pretty faces. Sam thinks you and Blake are going to hit it off and Blake knows you and Sam are going to have married and have kids and tons of hot se-"

"They don't like me like that," I shook my head, interrupting what I knew was coming out of her mouth. They were both hot and could have ladies falling at their feet anytime anyday. Why would they pick me? "I think Sam thinks of him as some sort of competition even though he's not."

I could practically see the envy pouring out of his eyes, even though he has no reason to be jealous. Blake's smart, hot, sweet, well-rounded, didn't mess around with girls, and has a good group of people who care about him. I haven't seen Sam play around with girls so he could practically be the same person as Blake, except he's not. Even through the pervertness he's caring and has a lot on his plate. He's a good guy and I'm glad I met him. Oh cheese, did I just say sweet?