The Tale Of The Brit And The Bad Boy

Chapter 43: Harry Potter

Luke POV

"Come on!"

"No, Luke you know how scared I am of heights"

"I'll hold on to you, come on!" I took hold of her hand, she groaned.

"I swear, if the rollercoaster malfunctions and we die then it's your fault" she pointed a finger at me.

"Well, at least we'll die in each others arms, and in Disney World" she glared at me.

"You know that was the most cheesiest thing you've ever said, please don't say anything that cheesy again, it ruins the whole you vibe" I laughed.

"Alright" I pecked her cheek. She wiped her cheek.

"Ew dude, I felt your lip ring rub against my cheek bone and I hate public affection, and now we're doing it, we would most likely be that annoying couple" well she does have a point...

"Fine" I groaned.

"Come on, I would rather get the death trap over and done with so I can live happily without fearing the rollercoaster would break down" I laughed.

"You know I wonder what's happening back in Miami?"

"Same here, I would call Cherry, but she's probably either sleeping or would ignore the call because she's too lazy to talk" that is what Cherry does.

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Cherry POV

I was stuck, not with Crawford, Greg or even Hayden, but with Brett. At the shopping centre or mall. Greg was right, I'm still a full on Brit.

I wanted to hang out with someone, Greg said he had plans with Hayden. Ash and Caleb just cimply couldn't be bothered to come, Crawford went to Michael's house. And Anna and Luke are probably making out at the other side of the country. And Brett offered, and my mum told me to actually go out and buy clothes.

To make the situation better, I am mad at Brett. He keeps flirting with girls and since I still have a teeny weeny crush on him, I got pissed. Then he had a random make out session with some slag when he owed me food.

Now, he's complaining because he doesn't want girls throwing themselves at him, blah blah blah. I'm sipping my milkshake. In all fairness he brought this upon himself.

"You know what fudge it, Brett stop complaining. It's your fault you're like this. I remember when you were all like 'oh I'm Brett, I'm super hot but not a ladies man' next thing you know, you're Brett the annoying cliche bad boy player dude" I got mad, I deserve to rant. I stood up from my chair, took one last sip of the chocolaty goodness, threw it away and walked away. Brett following behind.

"It's still not my fault in a way, I was just born to be epically hot" I turned around.

"'oh I'm Brett, I was born hot and it's not my fault that girls love me'-" I mimicked him "-you have no idea how stupid you sound right now" okay so maybe I was partially angry because of the mini crush.

"Oh come on, we're seriously fighting about this Cherry?" I'm mad at him, so I'm fighting with him, simple.

"Yes, now fudge off before you lose your masculinity completely"

"How am I gonna lose it"

"Because I can batter you up so hard!...that your dick would run away and you would become a girl...with no boobs"

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault a lot of people can't resist my beautiful looks, and sexy lean body" this is why I'm not into bad boys they try to hard, and act a lot like Damon salvatore, only younger and probably less fit or more, it depends. Damon Salvatore, yummy yum yum.