The Boxing Bet and The Bad Boy [Under major editing]

Chapter two

-Hilary's POV-

I sit here in front of my plasma TV with a tub of Ben&Jerry's in my hands while watching the most cheesiest romance movie in the history of cheesy romance movies.

It's so cliché.

But it's so cute. Why can't I find a man exactly like the drool worthy Ryan Gosling that will willingly send me 365 hand written letters and someone that will make me all mushy by saying "do you think our love can make miracles?"

All the guys in my generation are either fuckboys or fictional.

To be perfectly honest the only fuckboys I accept are the fictional fuckboys that turn into the best boyfriends for one specific girl. Like in Beautiful Disaster where good girl Abby Abernathy finds her bad boy Travis Maddox.

Those are the only one acceptable but that type of guy doesn't exist. All they want to do is have a good fuck and leave. Like we're not bloody dolls so don't play with us.

I continue watching the movie until I finish the whole tub of chocolate mint ice-cream. I know I'm supposed to be on a diet but it's just ice-cream and I haven't had ice-cream in like forever.

I grab my phone still hungry and call the pizza place that's on speed dial. I order a medium supreme pizza and a bottle of Fanta.

I continue watching the movie and by the time the door bell rings I'm in tears. It's so beautiful they died together. I head towards the door. I grab my wallet that is on the bench and look up to see a monster in the mirror. Actually it's me and might I say I look like a heated mess. I have dry tear stains running down my face and red puffy eyes and to make matters worse I have a blocked nose that makes me sound funny when I talk.

I open the door not giving a poop what the delivery man or woman thinks.

I open the door to be face to face with the person I met at the park. Declan.

"Where's my pizza?" I grumble to Declan.

"I don't know, where?" I stare at him blankly. I'm have no time to joke around. I'm hungry and when I'm hungry your shouldn't mess with me. "I'm kidding. You look lovely by the way." I look down and realise that I'm in a oversized Star Wars shirt and grey sweat pants. I probably look like the monster everyone is scared is hiding under the bed.

"Well aren't you sweet." I roll my eyes and go to shut the door but his foot blocks it from completely closing. "Go away." I beg. "I want to be left my 3 friends."

"You have friends in there?" He asks.

"Yes. There is me, myself and I and we would all appreciate it if you left." I push harder on the door not caring if it hurts his foot, if it hurts so badly he will remove it from the door.

"Please open, I want to talk." He pleads and I scoff.

"Please no one wants to talk to me unless it has something to do with homework or what were that answers I had on the test and let's not forget if they have a good insult they want to throw at me." I take a deep breath and smell a divine supreme pizza. I hear mutters on the other side of the door and a car drive of. "What was that?"

"Let's just say if you don't let me in I will eat this whole pizza myself." I can sense he had a cocky smirk on his face.

"Go ahead eat it. I don't care." hell if he touches my pizza I will make sure he will never have kids again.

I can here the pizza box open.

"Hmmm supreme my favourite." That's when I snapped. I shoot the door wide open. I grab his arm and yank him in. I lead him to the living room and set him on the couch in the living room. I rip the box out of his hand and start eating. I can sense him watching me but I ignore it. I state pressing buttons on my Xbox remote and put on my favourite movie 'The Godfather'.