avery → h.s

part seventeen

"Get your feet off my precious coffee table you asshole!"

Nate shrugged whilst resting his hands behind his head. "It's a free country."

"Yeah Australia isn't a free country actually so," Clara piped in.

"I don't give a flying fuck, what I care is his dirty and most probably stink feet are on my coffee table!" I continued.

Now that Madam has been fully convinced by Nate, he finally got the role as the prince. Which means I got my role back. Yay. But of course, after she reported that one of the student was smoking, the principal had to punish him. Fortunately Nate's parents both are in Australia, so she can't do anything but calling the two of them.

But thanks to Clara and Harry who succeed to pretend to be Nate's parents right when Ms. Perkins called. Apparently the devil maliciously gave her the wrong number before. Right after the school ended, he ran into me and beg to save his ass one more time.

Which caused the four of us to gather here.

Harry pretended to be his dad when Ms. Perkins called two hours ago. With his stern and firm shenanigans, she believed it. He have British accent, right, but his Australian accent skill is good. Excellent I might add.

Clara in spite of using her stern voice, she used her high-pitched voice that's way too loud and annoying. I wonder if Ms. Perkins ever get suspicious by that. Clara's good at keeping the secrets and not to mention - a god of liar. She often lies but luckily, never get caught.

While me? Well. It's known for a fact that I sucks a lot at lying. The minute I lied, then the next seconds I got caught.

"We need to get laid!" Nate abruptly cheered. His fist shoot repeatedly to the ceiling.

I snorted. "No way in hell."

"Why? It'll be fun," Clara nudged me.

"I could picture the two of you puking out of your guts all over my house after getting drunk tonight."

"Come on Avery, don't be a buzzkill."

"It's still early!" I reasoned out.

Boohoo. They cut it out.

"Bullshit reason, it's 9 already," Clara urged me after checked out her watch that hugged her wrist perfectly.

"I don't wanna deal with the cleaning-"

Harry picked up a box of drink at the countertop kitchen. It's my mom's! How the hell did he know she put all those beer and tequila in there?

"You know what Avery? Fuck cleaning. Let's go big tonight!" Harry raised a glass of tequila. Nate whistled in joy as he poured one of those and raise it too.

Clara took a while to grab the other one, because Nate was making this weird dance moves in excitement. But she finally raised her tequila.

Those three idiots raised their glass and look at me mischiveously.

"What the hell? No. Never in my whole life I would taste that crap,"

"Come on, are you kidding me? What kind of boring life is it without alcohol?" Nate teased.

Harry creased one of his eyebrows and give me that come-on-it-will-be-fun look. They all actually gave me the same look. The challenging one.

I crossed my arms, giving them an uninterested look.

"Oh for god's sake," Clara quickly grabbed one of those and poured one glass and handed it to me forcefully. "You. Are. Never. Gonna. Regret. This."