falling for the Badboy

chapter sixteen

I don't deal well with being at a place I'm not wanted.

No. Christian didn't stop there, he made those that wanted me to stay raise their hands.

Why the fuck does everyone listen to him? Because he's famous and all the boring shit in between? Or is it because they think when they listen and obey, he'll give them a special 'spend the day with me' treatment?

All I see is an annoying asshole, self obsessed jerk and a bossy pussy that wants things to go his fucking way.

A good scenario is this very one. The house belongs to Alexis, Alex and Alexa–obviously their parents too– but here is Mr I want what I want like the crazy little girl from barbie and the secret door–or whatever its called–who kept singing the annoying song that's stuck in my head.

I want it all

I want it now

Don't tell me no

And it goes on, but the picture has been made. The jerk really wants to boss everyone around. In school– yep, the school that he doesn't own but just goes to like everyone else– and now here, in a house that isn't his.

"No one is doing that Taylor, fuck off. What is this? Kindergarten? You like the girl and your best way to get her attention is playing the big bad wolf?"

Well atleast Raven has guts.

I stood up, looked him straight in the eyes and said " since you're the one with a problem, why don't you leave and find yourself a scientific solution because no one here cares about what you want, especially if it involves me leaving since I've done absolutely nothing wrong to anyone but your cute little ego."

Well his ego is anything but cute and little. It's probably big enough to fill the universe.

"I didn't ask for a speech, I said you should leave."

Raven looked him up and down and rolled her eyes.

"So like I was asking, who is this Chase guy?" She said, completely ignoring Christian's presence.

"Tell me he's the sexiest man on  earth because I won't forgive you for going out with anyone less." Alexis said, making sure to give us an all time ear burst with her pretty cute but annoying voice.

"Well, he's not Chris Evans,or Chris Hemsworth but he's–"

"Slow down soldier, so you're telling me that aside having weird fetishisms like the fetish for cute eyes, jawlines, abs, lips and other weird body parts, you also have one for dudes with the letter C names?"

"Ray, you're making it sound like she has a disorder, sheesh." Alexis, my favourite backbone said.

"Come on Raven, there's Jason Derulo on that list." Was my only answer.

But on the real, do I really have a letter C fetish?

I hate you Raven.

All this went down while Christian sat on the armchair right opposite my seat.

He's annoying.

And guess what? Everyone else joined us. Or should I say they joined their annoyingly hot bossy ass.

"Yoohoo! Victoria! No one told me you were going to be here." Alex said as he came in the living room.

So he wasn't here all this while? Then why did loser Taylor call out to him.

You know what, nevermind.

"Hi Alex." My voice was laced with boredom. Though that wasn't my intention, my intention was to sound so excited.

"Raven, shit, hi."

"Fuck off Alex."

"Okay okay okay. But I want you to stay away from my new girlfriend please, she's Russian. Its not every day you get a Russian girlfriend." Alex said, sounding as smug as ever.

"We can always share, and as you can see, I'm in the middle of an interrogation with pretty girl Victoria so excuse us."

That ladies and gentlemen, is how you know you're doomed.

Everyone talked about everything, I heard it all, sassy retorts, funny middle school stories and how many girls Alex has had.

I was mostly quite, listening and laughing when something was funny. Christian was giving me death glares throughout while Tyler the alien kept his eyes glued to his phone.

Turns out Jackson brown eyes is really funny and Alexa loves, no, she has a crazy obsession for kitkats.

Aside from the two self obsessed jerks, I had no problem with the Alex and Alexa's friends. I remained glued to my seat until I really felt the need to take a wee.

I excused myself and headed for Alexis' room as she instructed, took a lovely wee and washed my hands.

I took in the environment I was in. Heather wallpaper and a matching comforter, white wooden desk with plastic lavender flowers and a computer sitting properly on the desk table.

I'm not good at shades but the room had different shades of purple. It really was the kind of room I'd expect Alexis to have.

A picture frame on her nightstand cought my attention. It was a picture of the triplets when they were about 6 years old with chocolate smeared everywhere on their faces and some on Alex's spiderman t-shirt–they looked so adorable.

I dropped myself on her comfy bed which really smelt like lavenders. I felt more at peace being here than with the people  in the living room.

My oh-so-heavenly alone time was disturbed by the creeking of the door as it opened to a 6'5 basketball player.

Christian fucking Taylor.

What the fuck does he want now.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs enjoying your welcome party."

"What do you want jerk?"
I seem to always ask him this particular question everytime.
I guess it's that simple to understand, he's only ever talking to me when he wants something.

"I came to check if you're dead yet."

Nice.

"You should be happy I left your kindom after acting like a total dick towards me. You resent me, I get it, but I don't get why you have to try and make everyone else hate me."

"I hate how you lie with an innocent looking face."

Lie?

When did I ever lie to him?

We barely acknowledge each other's presence so what's he talking about?

He's obviously just messing with my  head and I'm clear as hell doing what he wants me to.

Overthinking.

What a narcissistic jerk.