Living With The Bad Boy

50) Go Find Him A Booty Call

"You've been smiling and daydreaming since the moment you got here, spill," Nena ordered, wacking me with her pillow. After homecoming last night, Nena demanded for us to have a girls night since it's been way too long and that there was so much to discuss.

"I'm just happy," I shrugged, trying not to giddily smile at the fact that Sam liked me back and we made out in his backseat. Thank god I switched my phone off.

"For what reason?" Marcie pressed. "Wait, why did Sam want to talk to you?"

"Because," I shrugged, turning a light shade of pink. Now don't get me wrong, I really wanted to tell them. But once they find out, they won't stop teasing me about it.

"Oh my god," Nena squealed.

"Oh my god what?" I asked her, nervously playing around with my fingers.

"You two had sex!" she shrieked. Oh my god.

"Who had sex?" her brother asked, opening her bedroom door. He casually had a bag of chips in his hand and was shirtless, showcasing his slight abs and had his sweatpants hung low.

"None of your business," she firmly said, gesturing for him to leave. When he made no effort to leave, she chucked a pillow at his face.

"That wasn't nice baby sis," he scolded, closing her door and sitting on her bed with us. "So who had sex?"

"Go before I call mom," she ordered, trying to push him off the bed but he was noticeably bigger and stronger than her.

"Mom's not home," he smirked. "Now who had sex?"

"Then I'll tell dad," she threatened, launching herself onto him but she ended up falling back and him not moving an inch.

"They're on a date," he gagged, loudly chomping on his chips. I'd say that this was gross but I do it all the time. "So who had sex?"

"Nena did," I tattled, pointing an accusing finger at her. "She and Chase did it in the janitor's closet near the lunch room at lunch."

"But I was hooking up with someone there," he pointed out, forehead wrinkling in confusion. "Wait, were you in there the same time as me?!"

"Well one of us had to be the smarter twin," she sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"So who had sex?" he asked again.

"Get out before I tell your fuck buddy that you used to pee in your bed until you were nine," she threatened, tightly holding the pillow.

"I can just find another girl," he shrugged, looking at Marcie and I. "Care to dump that blondie for me?"

"In your dreams," she sweetly replied.

He looked at her up and down and smirked. "Babe, you're already in my dreams, naked and giving me a lap dance."

"Jordan, stop flirting with my friends," Nena groaned. "Just get out, I'll play you."

"No can do sis," he shrugged, making himself comfortable on her bed. "What about you new girl? Wanna give me a ride?"

"I'm too old for you," I pointed out. "Even if I was your age, I'd rather do surgery on myself."

"But you don't seem like the doctor type," he frowned, poking his cheek with his tongue.

"Exactly," I confirmed. "Why are you here?"

"Because it's been eight whole hours since I got laid," he shrugged. "I'm too lazy to leave. Which one of you two wants to give me a ride?"

"Not it!" Marcie and I said at the same time.

"Seniors are so mean," he grumbled, stomping out of the room. "My dick is going to turn blue!"