Living With The Bad Boy

43) Perfect Blackmailing Skills

"It's just a dinner Nena," Marcie groaned, refusing to come out of her bathroom.

"But there are going to be many people there Marcie! You can't just go in sweats!" Nena argued. The only people that are going to be there are the soccer team and Nena and Bethany and Riley.

"Why not?" Marcie questioned. "Lauren isn't wearing anything special. Why do I have to wear a dress?"

"Excuse me?" I gasped in horror. "This is so out of my comfort zone wearing a button up shirt and jean shorts. Do you not realize how much I hate jeans?"

"Oh please, it's not as nearly bad as that tight dress she's forcing me to wear," she argued. "Can I please not wear that thing? I'm going to suffocate!"

"Fine, but you can't go in your pajamas," Nena compromised. She went inside her closet and took out a long sleeved black and white striped shirt with jean shorts like mine. "How about this?"

Marcie opened the door and made a face but obliged, closing the door to change again. She came out and stood next to me with a frown. "Can we go now?"

"Not yet," Nena said. She went inside the bathroom with her bag to change into a floral top and white shorts. "Now we can go."

We went downstairs to get Bethany and Riley from the couch and climbed in Nena's car. "Can I drive?" Beth asked.

"You're fourteen," I reminded her. "Do you even know how to?"

"Luke taught me," she answered. "Can I drive? Please, please, please-"

"No," I answered, tossing the keys to Nena. She pouted and slid into the backseat with Marcie and I.

Slyly, Riley slid into the front seat and casually took out her lip gloss, applying it. "Do I look old enough to sit in the front seat?"

"You are old enough," I let her know. "I think. You are twelve, right?"

"Yeah but Chase said that I had to be a ninth grader and at least five foot six to sit in the front," she frowned, then made her mouth into an 'O' shape. "Oh, he just wants Nena to sit in the front with him. What a butthole."

"He doesn't like your One Direction CD's," Nena let her know. "He has an odd taste in music if he can't appreciate Harry's beautiful hair."

"Or Zayn's beautiful eyelashes," I added, sighing as the image came into my mind. You prefer Sam's eyelashes over Zayn's.

"Or Liam Payne's tattoos," my sister added. We all raised an eyebrow at her. "What? I'm a tattoo girl."

"But Ace doesn't have any tattoos," I smirked. "What do you see in him?"

"What do you mean?" she faked innocence. I smirked wider as a blush appeared on her face. "Oh shut up, I'm not the one who has a crush on Samuel frickin Ryder."

I felt my whole face heat up and Nena and Riley cheered from the front. Oh kill me. "Finally!" Nena exclaimed. "So when are you going to dump Brandon and get with Sam?"

"It's Blake," I corrected. "I don't know, maybe this week? Tuesday maybe, I don't think he's coming in on Monday and I'm not going to get with Sam."

"Have I mentioned that I don't like Blake anymore?" she mentioned. "And that girl he was with today was totally wearing a wig."

I snorted at that. "I can't wait though, even if it does sound bad. Besides, he would have probably done it sooner or later. This thing is mutual."

"Are all boys this bad?" Riley warily asked. "Because Dylan is a total sweetheart, even if he is only an inch taller than me."