My brothers bestfriend

Chapter 8 Bathroom Please?

Britney comes and sits on my bed.

"You know, you looked awfully red when my man and I came downstairs," she said smirking.

"Uhh, red in what form?" I ask.

"Like blushy and anger," she says laughing. I look at her and she just laughs pathetically.

"Are you jealous of me?" she asks mysteriously.

"Why would I be jealous of you?" I ask.

"Well, let's see, I stole two of your men, I'm way prettier than you, I'm popular, and your fat and ugly." she says coldly. I try to talk but tremble.

"Poor Megan can't say anything," she laughs evilly "now if you don't want to fail English I suggest you to answer a couple of these questions, " she says pulling her phone out ready to what I think she's going to record.

"Now when I put my thumb down that means to answer it with a no and when I put my thumb up that means to answer the question with a yes. Got it?" she asks smiling. I nod my head scared of what was coming next.

She hits the record button and begins to speak "Are you jealous of Britney Snow?" She puts her thumb up.

"Yes" I say shaking.

"Are you jealous of her boyfriend?" she ask, putting her thumb up.

"Yes." I say a bit more quietly.

"Do you like Max Hunter?" she asks and puts her thumb up. I couldn't even talk anymoreso nodded my head. She turns the video off.

"Perfect, for my project." Britney mumbles not letting anyone else here her.

"So what is this for?" I ask.

"Threat if you don't finish English." she says and smiles. "Finish that and have it on Mr. Larry's desk by 8 o'clock in the morning." She gets up from my bed and leaves my room, closing the door behind her. I look at my beautifully made bed and collapse into the pillows falling asleep.

"Here you go Mr. Larry. 11 page essay." I say smiling. I woke up this morning forgetting the essay and scrambling something from a blog and making the font large so it would fit on 10 pages or more.

He smiles and says "Very impressive." I then go take my seat and actually pay attention in class. I look to see who was in my English class. I never knew so many people I knew were in it there was Nate, Max, Billy, and Britney.... but still impressive.

"Okay class today we will be presenting our essays we did, so who would like to go first?" Mr. Larry asks. Almost everyone in the class raised there hands except for me, since I didn't get this assignment, and Nate didn't raise his hand because he was shy. Mr. Larry looked around the room until he picked his favourite student. Can you guess who it is? Britney. She walks up with her laptop and turns the projector on and begins to speak,

"Hopefully, you all know this project was about something that annoys you and how you feel about it, and the topic I have picked is jealousy. On my computer I have an example of jealousy, but before I play that video I just wanted to give you some information about myself. I have a sweet loving boyfriend named Max Hunter and everything in this video is true she said it all and she wanted to share this with the world. After I am done presenting, this video will be up on my YouTube channel, its4realBrit. Thank you."

Everyone turns there attention to the screen and it starts to play. The word jealousy flashes up and then a picture of me and the video begins of my forced conversation last night. I hear gasps from the audience and then the video ends and everyone turns to me, laughing and taunting. I put my hand up.

"Yes Ms. Faye?" Mr. Larry asks.

"May I please be excused to go to the bathroom." I ask politely. He nods his head and gestures me to go to the bathroom. I run out of the room and straight down the hall not caring where I'm going. I then here someone behind me expecting it to be Nate. I look behind me and it's Max. He looks at me with sorrow in his eyes. My eyes begin to shed tears to make another great lake. I look at Max and he hugs me tightly while I cry into his chest. We stay in that a couple minutes until he releases the hug. He looks at me and I look into his deep brown hazelnut eyes and he leans in and kisses me.

"You whore."