"Home wasn't a place, it was a person."
—
Tom Kaulitz
-three weeks later-I don't know how I ended up being fucking friends with the idiot.
Alexa says it's important we get over our past and help it blossom into friendship. Which led to her hosting an intervention, which led to me fuckin' hugging him.
I didn't argue with her.
Now I was sitting at the lounge during my free period, doing fuckin' homework.
With the idiot in question.
"Yo, do you know how to do this shit?" Ryder turned his notebook towards me.
"Why would I fuckin' know how to do it?" I threw my pencil at his face.
"Considering you're the fucking super senior." He grumbled, i'm not a super senior.
I just didn't pass sixth grade, he can shut up.
I heard footsteps.
I know it is her footsteps.
"Hi!" Alexa greeted, alongside her best friend.
Guess fuckin' what, I got the boyfriend title now. So, I automatically know i'm better.
I'm fucking better.
"Hey, what's up?" I extended out my arm, she got on the couch, scrambling onto my lap.
"I'm done." Ryder threw his notebook across the wall, crossing one leg over the other.
"Is it true a recruiter is coming to watch you tomorrow night?" Abby directed her question towards me, as Alexa toyed with my cheeks, pulling on them.
I'm going to assume Alexa told her.
"Ah yeah, i'm fuckin' nervous though." I sighed, my grades were passing, and at a couple of B's now, but they were nothing stellar.
So, i'm really hoping for basketball.
At the University of Wisconsin, they only accept about half the people who apply, and you gotta be whip smart to get in.
It's an extremely slim chance, but if I get recruited it's a full scholarship.
Only problem is the girl who was currently toying with my features.
"You're wearing the shirt I bought you." She announced, I smiled. "I am."
"It looks pretty, just like you." She pressed a kiss to my cheek, Ryder gagged.
He always does this.
Abby squeals, Ryder gags, Bill doesn't give two shits but internally squeals.
Madison was two hours away, meaning more than likely i'd be only in on the weekends.
And Alexa refuses to use the car her dad got her, she didn't even tell me he got her a car.
She says it's been sitting in the garage since he bought it last year, I offered to teach her how to drive, but she doesn't want to.
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