You Owe Me Oreos

You Owe Me Oreos. 5 ~

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Hey, so sorry for the late upload! I have exams going on. =|

It's like 12:30 am right now and I have a fever. I should be resting so I can give my exam tomorrow but I haven't been writing for a while and so I wrote like 10 pages right now. Enjoy! :D

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I woke up super early this fine morning.

Why you might ask..?

Well, I was going to take my revenge on Jeremy.

Ha ha!

Alright, let’s think. What does Jeremy hate?

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Loud unnecessary voices!

He would literally kill you if you woke him up with an odd, loud noise..

Now where did I put that horn Max gave to me?

The summer before our freshman year, Max gave me a horn as a signal in case I was ever in trouble. And yes, I was forced to keep it in my purse or bag all the time.

Over-protective.

Well, that was before he taught me how to fight. Yup, Max taught me how to fight.

He thought I needed it for defense.

I didn’t really like the idea back then but who would say no to hurting Jake for our practice fights?

I know I won’t. When you have guys who play football all the time around you, they always make fun on how I was such a ‘girl’ and weak. Now they don’t dare say a word.

I thank Max for that.

I was searching in my closet, practically throwing my clothes everywhere, I’ll fix it later, to find the dumb yellow horn. I just need to hurry up.

After ten minutes, I finally found it between a few pairs of shoes.

How did it get there?

With a shrug, I ran to Jeremy’s room, my bunny slippers still on.

Thank you Bath & Body Works for making such a thing.

 When I entered I saw him lying down in his awesome bed. Even though I liked my room the best, Jeremy had an amaaazing room.

There was a low, round bed right in the middle with a vintage chandelier above it on the wall. His walls were black and white stripes. There was a long desk stuck to one corner, a toy basketball net one the top of one wall, and two doors for his closet and bathroom. There were clothes scattered everywhere making the room to look like a typical teenage boy room. And to top it all off, there were soccer balls, foot balls, basketballs and even baseballs all around. Oh and the smell of the strong Axe spray.

With another admiring glance I walked towards his bed, really slowly and quietly.

Once I was near him just enough I positioned the horn beside his ears.

3, 2, 1.

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“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!”

He fell out of the bed with a red shocked face.

I bursted into fits of laughter.

“Good.”

Laugh.

“Morning.”

Laugh.

“Babe.”

I laughed again.