Bad Boy Lessons: How to Live, Laugh, Love

♥ Chapter 10 - You're My Prisoner ♥

***Hazel's POV***

It's finally the day of the Halloween Costume Dance at Big Blonde B*tch Brooke's house. I screamed to Mom that I was here, wherever the hell she was. I went up the stairs to my room, dropping my backpack to the ground, with half of its contents coming out. Ugh, I can't bother. After all, today is Friday and Halloween, a day that is expected to be full of happiness.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes before jumping into the hot shower, trying to relish the little warmth I'll probably have on a chilly fall day. Just as I came out of the shower, I got a call from Dee.

"Hello?" I answered.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Dee screamed into the phone.

"Whoa, where are you?! I feel like I can hear you out of the phone too," I asked, puzzled.

"Idiot, I'm outside. I can't find the spare key. You know I would've barged in there if I could."

I chuckled. "Well, it's a good thing you didn't 'cuz I only have a towel on right now."

I could hear Dee gagging. "Yeah, no one wants to see that."

I pretended to flip my hair before I realized that Dee can't see me.. "Puhleez, Ryan Gosling wishes he can have a girl with a body like mine."

"Gee, thanks for bragging that," Dee muttered.

I remembered then the common opinion everyone at school has of me, although I don't see what on earth they see. "Dee..."

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

"Gee, hold on, I'm putting my pants on, give me a minute."

"Oh good, 'cuz straight best friends don't want to see that either."

I laughed as I hung up and went down the stairs to open the main door to my house for Dee. All I could see was her back before she dramatically turned with her hair flowing due to the convenient breeze and winked at me.

I laughed, "You sure you straight?"

Dee made a face before she came in. "You can't even let me practice before turning it into a compliment to yourself or an insult to me."

"Practicing??? For who?! ALEX???" I teased.

Dee blushed very noticeably before I taunted her some more. She then tried to turn the tables around. "Look at you, huh!"

I laughed longer than necessary. "Yes, I'm sure a 'five-year-old' Superwoman costume will get Greg!"

Dee made another face at the mention of Greg, but tried to taunt me nevertheless. "No, I hear that Superman Adam is quite taken up with Superwoman!"

"I guess you need hearing aids then."

Dee rolled her eyes before I finally asked her, "What are you doing here anyways? Don't you have to get ready for the party?"

"I came with my stuff here so that I can get ready here. I'm making sure that you get out of this house and go to that party! And make you look as sexy as you can be in that stupid Superwoman costume..."

I threw my hands up. "Must I bring up the muscles again?"

Dee started walking up the stairs while she responded to me. "You can bring up those flabs while we change."

My mouth was left open wide at her insult to my muscles and I stormed after her. This girl is getting a piece of my mind.

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"Hopefully everyone will look at your face rather than your costume."

"Hey! That's mean! And I think that insult usually goes the other way around, but still!" I yelled when Dee turned me to the mirror so that I can see how I look. I was surprised with the way I looked. "Wow, but you actually did a great job!"