I'm really sorry. I know this doesn't even count as an apology. We didn't update for so long and we appreciate the fact that you guys still chose to stick with us. No excuses would make this okay. So here am *looking down guilty* go ahead throw all you want I deserve it.
But make sure whatever you throw include yummy edible stuff like chocolates and gummy bears. Cause here I am with -clears the throat making a hand gesture- *drum roles* with an UPDATE.
Important so please read: Yeah baby you saw it right. So before I go ahead I have kind of moved the last chapter "I want you" to chapter four just before the "Suicide that didn't go right" chapter. Just so there's the flow to the whole Lohan,Awya story we decided to omit the recap. I hope this makes stuff clear.
"Hey you over there hit the drum role again you dummy."
"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
― Lisa Kleypas, Blue Eyed Devil
Chapter 7
Lohan's POV
I just can't wrap my head around the fact that for once someone doesn't want me.
How can it be possible that every chick in here literally throws themselves on me and the one girl I want, who might I say, is very plain and simple doesn't want to be my girlfriend? WHAT THE F*CK? The fact that this title that I'm offering is a very rare and instant grabbing sort of opportunity is even known by the toddlers here. I can't understand why she can't get into her thick skull that I am once in a life time opportunity.
Don't I have my looks? Don't I have a body that could literally make any girl cream there panties just by the sight of it? not to add my baby down there hidden in my boxers ends any further arguments.
Like what the hell is her problem? I'm pretty sure she is still a virgin, if she is worried about all the sex she has nothing to worry I'll take it very slow and nice. Who wouldn't like to pop a cherry and that is one reason that makes all of this chase worth the frustration. I love her, I want her so why can't she just say yes and get this over with.
"Yo dick face. What twisted your panties? Couldn't get Johnny another pussy?"
And that was my cue to call it a day to stop worrying about that one chick who made me question myself for the first time and I didn't like it at all.
"Look Brian, I want some advice. You and that...I don't know who's that chick of yours again? Right Mia! Now how did you make her go all gooey eyes on you? I heard she was a hard take". I questioned nonchalantly, hoping he wouldn't notice my over enthusiasm.
Brian who was now sweating profusely after a good 30 min's in the thread mill walked towards me with worry etched in his face.
"Dude! Look I love her, I know this sounds cheesy as fuck but that girl means a lot to me. I know I've been the dick to many before but she made me realize what it is like to feel used. She taught me how to put myself in their shoes and feel how much of a dick I have been to them. She is special and I know no one can resist your charm and even if they did you make sure to break them in such fucking horrible way that they will never be who they were. So please leave Mia out of this".
I liked where this was going. I liked feeling powerful when someone asked me for something. When someone talks about all of my accomplishments and the cruel fates that I bestowed on to anyone who would not give what I wanted boosted up my confidence. I smirked and well, what can I say I guess my smirk fueled his ego making me witness a very furious Brian who was reaching for my t-shirt collar planning to shake some sense into my very perverted brain. Oh! How much I wish I'd actually care.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you Lohan? Are you tired of ramming every hole you found in West High with that sick dick of yours that you now want my girlfriend? Grow up f*cker, though we believe that all this is life it isn't and one day when you get that reality check you'd be a goner. And get this fact straight and clear. I'll cut that dick of yours and feed it to you if you ever lay eyes on my girl".
And with that he shoved me into the near by thread mill storming towards the changing room. Well that was fun. There's always a kick in taking your frustration out on someone making him go through the shit which you don't want to experience. Frustration.
"Awya I don't mind the chase, love. Cause I always win".
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Awya's Pov
*New text message*
Satan-HotAbs: Hey Babe! Missed me?
I sighed. Are all men so cocky? Or is it this asshole who doesn't get the hint? I literally kicked him out of my house yesterday after he attempted to steal-run my granny panties. I have a thong or two somewhere in there but I felt comfortable in my granny panties with unicorns and flowers so you could have imagined how outrageous and embarrassed I felt. So my patience was no longer intact and I lashed at him with such anger that it momentarily took him off by surprise. After tearing the panties off his hand I dragged him to the kitchen shoving those hot yummy corndogs in his mouth by force. I silently sat back and enjoyed the show that played very dramatically henceforth.
A very red faced Lohan was running literally opening every tap in my house. He tried the ice cubes, gallons of water no luck. Finally the poor soul found himself a bottle of Nutella which at last was a shower of raindrops and rose petals for the tortured soul. You should have seen how he devoured the whole bottle of Nutella, he practically shoved all his five fingers into the bottle trying to get as much possible.
I? Well what more can I do? I can get evil if I want to. I took a very disturbing picture of a Lohan Newyearn hardly recognizable and posted it in Twitter, Instagram and Facebook with the #corndogsbaby. Well he didn't know about the whole posting scenario when he stormed out of house yesterday well I guess he doesn't know it still. Good for me.
Should I reply?
May be not.
May be I should. Or he might never text me back.
Me: Sup?
-3 minutes later-
Satan-HotAbs: Aww baby I miss you too. ;) Wanna hang out? I didn't see you for like 16 hrs & 31 mins.
Okay I'm on the verge of a panic attack now. He actually did miss me who else would count hours and minutes? It made me smile like lunatic. Hey wait though it can't be too easy.
Me: Really???!!!!!!!!!!??? Omg um super exited!!!!! :* What color do you like what should I wear? a dress? Omg! Omg! A night with Lohan? Yay!
Oh shit though! Sorry babe I have other plans like do my nails and listen to some kick ass music which literally meant I'd rather get bored to death at home than see that fugly face of yours? :) nights cupcake x
-20 minutes passed-
Did I just blow it off? Did I act too cool?
-25 min and 15 sec-
-25min and 38 sec-
Suddenly the phone blinked indicating a new message.
Satan-HotAbs: I'm sorry I know um been a jerk. You are not like the other girls I understand it now. Can you open your front door so I can say sorry in a proper way? -puppy eyes or what ever that shit is-
What is he up to now?
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Yaay! So short update I know but hope you like it. What is Satan hot absent gonna do next? Will Awya give in and let him fill her heart with what she needs? Attention love and appreciation?
Hey don't look at me! I don't know. I guess you'll have to wait till the next chapter.
Adios till then my loved ones. x :)
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