Living With The Bad Boy

46) He's Not Allowed To Date You

"So?" I started off for her when she wouldn't talk. "Dude, I'm really sleepy at the moment so hurry the hell up and tell me what you want to say."

She sighed and smoothed out her perfect brown and blonde waves. They looked better in plain brown in my opinion. "I just wanted to let you know that I didn't tell Kat to push you down the stairs."

"Okay," I shrugged, mentally punching myself for expecting more. People change Lauren, you of all people should know that.

"That's all you have to say?" she asked in disbelief. "You don't even believe me? Wow."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I do believe you," I let her know.

"Sure," she snorted. "So you have nothing else to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "That was too far, even for someone like her."

"She's your friend, remember?" I pointed out. "I still don't understand why you're defending her. Is it because Blake and I broke up?"

"You two broke up?" she asked in interest. "So he's like totally single at the moment?"

"Yeah, but he's not really allowed to date you," I bluntly told her. She really shouldn't be getting her hopes up.

"What do you mean by that?" she demanded. "Any boy would be lucky to date me."

"His father loathes the Ryders and anyone who is close to them," I shrugged. "Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault."

"Well Blake would love to sneak around with me," she confirmed, flipping her hair. I snorted, shaking my head. "What?"

"He'd rather date a real girl who doesn't change personalities for some guy." Why be nice if she can't?

"I didn't change personalities," she huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at me. "Maybe you did deserve a broken leg."

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled in frustration, ignoring the comment about my leg. "You're saying that you didn't change personalities?! You've turned from the nicest girl on the plant to some stuck up bitch because of a guy!"

"You don't even know me," she pointed out.

"The look on everyone's faces was enough," I said, clenching my fists. "Do you have anything else to say or are you leaving?"

"I'm not done yet," she huffed. "I didn't know that Kat was going to push you down the stairs."

"You already told me that," I tiredly pointed out.

"I know," she shrugged. "If you want her to leave you alone, you should really stop hanging out with my brother."

"That goes two ways," I pointed out. "In case you forgot, we kind of live together in your grandmother's house."

"I don't care about that," she waved off. "If you don't want any other injuries, I would leave Blake and Sam alone."

"Is that a threat?" I laughed. "Damn, no offense but you guys are really pathetic. They're people, you guys don't own them. I'm not with Blake or Sam. In case you can't get it through your thick skull, I'm friends with them. Yeah, I dated Blake and it didn't go well after a week, but we're just friends and that's all we are ever going to be."

"But you shouldn't be around him," she sternly said. "You're going to manipulate him into dating your sorry ass again."

"He asked me out first," I reminded her. "And we have no feelings for eachother and we never will."