Cat calls are, officially, racist. (Complete)

Seriously Parker, you're gonna play that game?

Chapter 11

The next day, things between Jesse and I are the same as always.

I guess my mom was right; just be nice and everything will work out. Though for us, it was more like be nice to Jesse, and you guys will bicker like normal tomorrow.

“Red, can’t you wear pants for once in your life?” Jesse points at my floor length skirt.

“Not until I get my bike back.” I tell him for the millionth time.

“But why? Those things are for old ladies, not for teenage chicks.” Jesse whines.

“Then I can still wear them, because I'm sixteen. Plus, the only reason you’re sad is because you have no eye candy at home since it doesn’t shape my butt.” I say.

“Well, if you keep wearing V-necks I might be satisfied.” Jesse smirks.

I look down to observe my top. Sure enough, I'm wearing one of my most revelling V-neck shirts. Not that it was showing a ton of cleavage, but it does stop at least a thumbs space away from where the middle of my chest is.

I glare at him and hit him upside the head. “You’re such a perv Parker. Go look down some other girls’ shirts, not mine.” I grumble and cross my arms over my chest.

Jesse laughs and pulls into the parking lot of our school. “Well that would be considered cheating babe. You and me are still going out, right?” Jesse raises an eyebrow.

I sigh and close my eyes. “Sadly, yes. Stone hasn’t told me anything otherwise, you?”

“Nope, you’re still my girl Red.” I can almost hear the smirk in Jesse’s voice.

I groan. “I seriously pity your future mate. Seriously, someone just shoot me now.”

I open my eyes to see Jesse frowning, a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Red, am I really that bad?” He asks me.

“Yes!” I exclaim and jump out of the Jeep.

“Hey yo Red!” Jesse calls.

I turn around to face him. “What?”

“You forgot this.” Jesse throws me my back pack.

I catch it and smile at him. “Thanks honey.” I tell him in a sweet tone.

“You’re welcome babe.” Jesse smirks.

I stick my tongue out and run into the school to my history class with Missy.

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“Missy, what are you wearing?” I ask her while wrinkling my nose.

Missy sniffs her shirt. “Oh, do you mean my new perfume? It’s peach and mango scented.” Missy says with a huge smile.

“Yeah, but did you have to take a bath in it.” I wave my hand in front of my nose to try and get the smell out.

“What are you talking about? I sprayed once and walked through it. Jeez, I know your nose is sensitive, but this is ridiculous.” Missy huffs with her arms crossed.

“Oh. Well it does smell better than other perfumes I’ve smelled. I just thought you drowned yourself in it or something. Sorry if I hurt your feelings.” I tell Missy with a half-hearted smile.

“It’s okay. Oh, did you hear about the new guy?” Missy asks me, changing the subject, completely forgetting a may-or-may-not have offended her perfume.

“What? Another new guy?” I exclaim, sighing heavily. The first time we got a new student, it didn’t end well.

“Yeah, well I’d steer clear of him if I were you.” Missy tells me.