Nicolette Porter's point of view;
"Defiantly Channing Tatum." I clarified my decision on the third round of 'who's hotter'. We had the choice of Channing Tatum and Ryan Gosling, although I do love Ryan so damn much, Channing just makes me melt.
"I disagree," Marco started, his head resting on the top of his flat palm whilst his elbow stayed perched on the cafeteria table, "Gosling is my guy."
"We all know you're all about the blondes." I chuckled, swatting him playfully before stealing a fry and jamming it into my mouth.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean you can steal from me!" He regained posture and playfully gave me the 'talk to the hand' gesture.
"Aw baby, I don't steal from you because you're gay," I cooed, grabbing the hand he held in front of my face and bringing it to my lap, "I steal from you because you're easy." I winked.
His mouth grew agape and I snickered, "I am not easy chica (girl). Unlike some people," he glared to Isabelle across the table, "I don't put out until at least the 5th date."
"Hey!" Isabelle snapped, throwing a hard piece of apple toward Marco's face. Marco shrugged and began to chuckle as did I.
"You make me sound like such a slut." Isabelle groaned, shaking her head whilst picking at her fruit salad which did not look appealing at all next to my burger.
I snickered, "Your point being?"
"I am not a slut," she defended, "I just like sex." She said honestly with a soft shrug.
"Mhm," Marco smirked, "With lots of different men who you hardly know."
She scoffed, "Big deal. It's not like I'm a child anymore. I'm seventeen, eighteen this year; so what does it matter?"
"You won't be preaching that when you come home pregnant or with an STD." I muttered, slightly loathing the fact one of my best friends was a complete slut - and proud.
"I'm always careful, you know that." She glared at me.
Suddenly the awkward tension got so thick I was afraid of being gobbled up by it. I so wanted to break it and change the subject, she always got touchy when her friends teased her. It never seemed to phase her when it was just random people, but when the people she loved criticised her she really did take it to heart.
"Austin or Kale?" Macro chimed suddenly, breaking the silence.
I sighed in relief but also frowned, "Neither." I stated flatly, looking to Marco's gaze which was on the popular kids table, mostly on Austin.
"What?!" Marco shrieked lowly, "You're kidding right? They're both so hot." He whispered and I just shrugged, looking back to the 'populars' only to have my gaze caught by Austin Mahone who had the same big ass smirk plastered on his lips.
I rolled my eyes and looked toward Marco, "See, papi (daddy)?" I snarled, "He's a complete asshole."
"Ouch!" I heard a voice rasp and a few low snickers followed.
Dramatically rolling my eyes and sighing loudly I looked toward the group of guys stood ahead of us. The skater guys, the sports stars, the heart throbs of the school - that's what they were referred to as anyhow.
"Eaves dropping, Mahone?" I sighed, meeting his captivating grassy green eyes.
"No," he started, "Jon here just right hooked me." He glared at Jon who seemed to find it amusing. "But since you've basically expressed I'm the topic of conversation, why not enlighten me?" He smirked bigger.
