How To Survive A Bad Boy

Chapter 3 ~ "Bitch Much?"

Ok, before I start this update let me make ONE. THING. CLEAR. That Hottie with the blonde hair and blue eyes, and breathtaking lip ring? HE'S. MINE. The perfect Luke Hemmings is mines. I chose him for this story for a reason! (Wink, Wink ;))

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  "Who's your worst enemy?" Michael asked me as I bit into my apple. They'd been asking me these kinds of questions for about 7 minutes.

  "Mackenzie." I growled, swallowing the sweet bite. "She hates my guts, as well. She's been torturing me since grade school, and I hate her so much. If looks could kill, her snooty little friends would be attending her funeral."

  "Dayum Cas." Calum said, putting a fist to his mouth, fighting laughter back. "Your badass as fuck."

  I smiled toothily and twirled a piece of my hair on my finger. Tossing it back, I put on my best Girly Imitation. "Well, duh."

  Luke burst into laughter and the boys snickered. "What happened to the shy girl in the hall?" The Icy-Eyed God asked me, and I leaned over the table, my lips centimeters from his ear, pretending to tell him a secret.

  "She died." I whispered, then leaned back, leaving him with his jaw hanging.

  "Holy shit." Ashton cursed. Putting both hands on the table he said, "I call dibs."

  "Oh hell no." Michael and Calum said simultaneously, glaring at the curly haired boy.

  I sat there, confused. What the Fuck were they talking about? I was just about to ask, when Luke put on the most menacing glares of them all. "Back. The. Hell. Off." He eyed all of the boys carefully, making sure they understood whatever the hell he was trying to make them understood. They each nodded under his gaze, consenting to Luke.

  "What's going on?"

  "Nothing." They all replied, looking at me with cheeky grins.

  I huffed angrily. "You guys are annoying."

  Calum ruffled my hair. "All part of the club, Hun."

  "Don't go messing with my hair, Hood!" I flicked his cheek.

  "Owww." He mumbled, rubbing his cheek. "That surprisingly hurt."

  "Good. Teach ya some sense." I said, my southern accent on.

  We all burst into laughter.

  "Hey, Luke." Mackenzie strolled up, pecking his cheek. I felt my face flame with anger.

  Luke scooted as far as possible from her, scrubbing his cheek of her vile DNA and squishing poor Michael. My new friends all glared at her.

  "Whha? Just saying hi to Luke here." she winked at him, and he threw her a look of disgust.

  "Can you puh-lease excuse your whore-ass-self over to your Slutty McSlutty clones over there?" Michael snapped, moving so he could look directly in her green evil eyes.

  She scoffed. "Like you don't wanna bang any of us?" she flipped her hair.

 "Um, no we don't want herpes. Or aids." Ashton snarled.

 "Yah, 0 out of 4 would bang." Calum chuckled, gesturing to himself, Luke, Ash, and Michael.

 "Bitch much?" she growled.

 "Nah, we just hate whor--"

 "Hey Mack." I said sweetly. I stood up. "You entering the spelling bee?"

 "No shit, Sherlock." She snapped.

 "Oh, I'm just surprised, because it seems as though you can't even spell no."

 The cafeteria gasped. The hotties behind me laughed and Oooo'ed.

  "Nice one Cassie." Luke hooted. I glanced back to grin at him, and he shot me a wink.

 "Ah, little Nerdie wants to speak now?" I turned back to Mackenzie, anger flowing through my veins.

 "What, you deaf?" I hissed.

 "At least I'm not a prude."

 "At least I don't possibly have some sexually transmitted disease. Not sure 'bout you though." I paused. Rolling my eyes, I added, "And just because I don't spread my legs like it's a sport, doesn't make me a prude." 

 She gaped at me. "You little--"

 I got up in her face. "Don't. Just walk the fuck away and don't ever insult my friends again, you fucking slut." I leaned closer so only she would hear me. "And stay the hell away from Luke."

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