Princess Badass and HIM

Chapter 4

*RIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!*

That stupid alarm clock asdfghjkl

"Argh, Tori that ringing thing is ringing again" Becca groaned. I immediately popped an eye open to look at my surroundings and shut it back and rolled over to the other side of the couch bed.

"VICTORIA ANDREA MILLER!" Becca yelled as she hits me with one of my sausage pillows.

"GET!" *hit*

"UP!" *hit*

"OKAY OKAY. Calm your panties. Jeez." I groaned as I got up and rubbed my sleepy eyes.

"Make me some breakfast." Becca ordered.

"No." I snapped.

"But-"

"Martha! I want lasagna for breakfast. And for two!" I yelled cutting off Becca.

"Okay!" I heard Martha reply. Becca snorted and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Im going to go take a shower." Becca said with a slight smile. I smiled back at her and nodded.

"Oh and you wouldn't bother if I borrowed your clothes right?" She asked.

"Yeah of course not, go ahead." I replied. She nodded and skipped up the stairs into the guest bathroom. I grabbed a hair tie which was randomly sat on the table beside my phone and tied my hair up into a messy bun.

*ping!*

My phone beeped at a new message. It was from an unknown number. I reached onto the small table beside the couch and checked what the message said.

"Hey baby how was your girls night?"

Who in hells division sent this?

"Who. Are. You." I replied.

"Your hot next door neighbor."

Holy camoli sweet mother of jesus. Don't tell me Tyler sent this. That stupid, imbecile, asshat.

"Go to hell will ya?" I replied again.

"Oooh feisty. Aww baby do you really want me to?"

Thats it. I threw my phone towards the stairs and smiled at the satisfaction of my broken phone as I trudged up the stairs to take my shower in my room. I immediately spotted the outfit Becca pulled out of my closet because its lying down in my bed. I smirked at her choice of fashion because shes used to pulling out random choice of clothes and not even bothering to check on it. She took a navy blue skater skirt with white anchors randomly designed on it and a chevron print tank top.

Really Becca? Print on print?

I snorted as I grabbed the top and skipped into my closet. I racked through the clothes finding a suitable top for her skirt and then grabbed a white, fitted tube top and a sleeveless denim vest with a hoodie because for all the years in my life that Ive known Becca, shes a huge fan of hoodies. I smiled at the thought and placed the top on my bed before jogging back into the closet. Then I took my black, overall jumpsuit and my loose white shirt with small black hearts and placed it beside Beccas outfit before taking a shower.

As soon as I was done, Becca was finishing her french braided hair as she applies a hint of blush and lip gloss.

"You okay?" I ask as I grab a smaller towel to dry my hair a bit. She looks up from the dressers mirror and smiles as she turns around to face me.

"Yeah, Im good. Thanks for picking a better top. Your closet was huge so instead of getting lost I just grabbed those two and showered." she replied amusingly. I chuckled at her response and slid the shirt on.