The HOE Code

Chapter Seven

"See. I wasn't doing 'it' with him. He was just helping me!" I screamed in hysterics as my legs untangled from Sam's. Fucking albatross!

"Yes. It's really not as it seems. I was just helping her!" Sam said, when one of the brunettes throw me a dirty look and eyed Sam, like he was the only jar of Ben and Jerry's in the entire convenience store. So, girls do have a thing for assholes with dry humor? That could mean only one thing. I was in big trouble.

"How exactly did you two end up in the bed like that?" Sherry scowled.

"Well, I was going to get done with my stuff. But she asked for it! She was all over me, and the rest is history!" Sam said with a smirk.

"Fucking- That sounds hella inappropriate!" I retorted, but the judgement was done.
Six pairs of eye had issued me a verdict.

"I thought you were sensible, Barley!" Sherry said. The hate in her voice was apparent when she gritted her teeth. Oh fuck.

"Sherry, it's Marley... with an 'M'!" Sam corrected her, and I saw her clench her jaw.

"Oh God! You bewitched him! A few minutes with her, and he is correcting her name!" Sherry whined.

Now of all the times, the jerk had to correct her!

The problem with my life is, I have no control on the timing. And this time, I had no idea on how to explain the group of glaring, Kardashian counterfeit girls that I wasn't hooking up with Sam-from-hell. Also, Sherry's boyfriend, and the biggest mouthy jerk I have met in this lifetime. The fact that my lip gloss was plastered right on his cheek, as bright as a day, mocking me in the eye, and Sam's reluctance to say 'something sensible' was driving me nuts.

"I swear he is making everything up! I don't even know his name!" I said. That's only half a life. I still don't know his last name. So it counts, right?

"Oh really? You don't know he's Sam?" Sherry challenged.

"I didn't know who he was. He spilled the mascara on the floor, and one thing led to another...Trust me, Sherry. I swear it on Photogram!" I said, hoping it does the trick. Of all the things I have known in the Twenty-Four hours of knowing Sherry was her love for the social media app. This should mean something to her. Please, please. I don't want to start another year with names called behind my back. Please.

"You swear it on Timotheé Chalamet's followers?" She asked with a raised brow.

"I- I-swear on Timotheé Chalamet's followers!" I said, holding my breath. Come on God, you know I didn't hook up with this jerk. Don't you dare cut Timotheé's follow count. If you get the wrong picture too (that is).

"Girls, she is telling the truth!" Sherry said, letting out a sigh.

"Wait. What? You're gonna believe her?" Sam asked estranged. Oh. This fucker!

"Sam, we need to talk!" Sherry said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"What do you wanna talk about? You don't trust me? You trust that girl over your boyfriend!" Sam groaned.

What the fuck, dude? He was the one to talk! Just how manipulative of an asshole can a man be? Is Sam-from-hell an ideal for all those dirty dirty cheats out there? If not, they have surely missed on a masterpiece of manipulation.

"Shut up, Sam! No girl ever fake swears on her IBL!" Sherry said, and I looked at her wide eyed. What the fuck is an IBL?

"A what?" Sam whined, rubbing his nose stupidly.

"Imaginative boyfriend for life, dummy!" Sherry said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Timotheé Chalamet is not my imaginative boyfriend!" I retorted, feeling the heat stirring in my cheeks. Okay, maybe this one time I had a wild dream of kissing and making out with him till Gina slapped me awake with her Teddy. But, how could she know?