Here Comes Trouble

Chapter Five -Public Affairs

Normally, I would be getting up and adjusting my plaid skirt, and tying my matching tie. Placing my new headband on my head, and wondering if my father would notice I stole it. (he never did.) Then bounding down our spiral staircase and ignoring Bitch Face's poor attempts at conversation. Admittedly, Bitch Face was not my most original nick name, but it seemed appropriate at the moment of conception. Sentimental reasons kept me from changing it.

As overused as this sentence is, that all seemed so far away, now. Distant memories I stumbled upon mechanically reading some book in my thirties. It did not seem like a few days ago.

Instead of the preppy uniform, I adorned myself in simple clothes. A baggy old t-shirt with a black checkered flannel, shorts ending mid-thigh, and ratty old combat boots. My hair stayed at my shoulders, barely brushed. In the spirit of displaying my disregard for school, I left my face makeup free. Call me unoriginal, but the symbolism of outfits put your, "I don't give a fuck" attitude above all eyes.

I skipped down the stairs in about three hops, surprising myself. Jeremy's shower hummed softly in the distance, and Justin sat at the kitchen counter. He was slouched over a bowl of Captain Crunch, Berry flavored. His glasses almost slid down his nose, but he appeared to sleepy to notice. Apparently Bieber needed his full eight hours.

As predictable as he could be, he was dressed in a Joker t-shirt, jeans and Converse. His hair stayed in a constant state of messy, that honestly suit him. With a determined smirk I stalked over to Justin, plopping down in the seat inches away from him.

"Hey cutie." I pressed my lips to his cheek lightly. It didn't take hours for his cheeks to burn a shade of pink girls dreamed of. I didn't have to fake my smile, amusement and mirth dancing in the liquid caramel of my eyes.

He took a huge gulp of cereal before turning to me, pushing his glasses up on the way. It took a full minute before he spoke after opening his mouth. "What are you doing?" He mumbled out, looking everywhere else but my eyes. I giggled and tangled my hands in his hair, my fingers dancing around his face. "Why do I have to be up to something? I just think you're cute." The sentence came out as a song.

Finally he set his sight on me, skeptically eyeing the careless smile on my face. "You hate me." He blurted out. I have never held a laugh so hard in my life. But if I wanted this to work, I had to stay flirty. A burst and a voice calling Justin interrupted whatever hopes I had for a sentence. Pre-puberty Zac Efron bounced into the room.

She was dressed exactly like Justin, but wore shorts instead of jeans, and Vans instead on Converse. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Her bangs even curved to the side, like the bowl cut of Troy Bolton.

Her brown eyes turned into cold, hard slits as she stared at our position. Johnny Bravo walked in soon after, wiggling his eyebrows behind those signature shades. The smirk on my face grew deeper as Justin's cheeks grew pinker. He lightly shoved me off him, and went to put his bowl in the sink, as if nothing happened.

"Hey guys, sorry we have to drive Selena to school, too." He shrugged his shoulders and hiked his bag higher on them. Johnny face morphed into a sly grin, while Zacy creased her forehead, staring at me intently. I shot her a wide smile, and a wink. Call me crazy, but her cheeks lit up. A light blush hitting even the bottom of her collar.

"So, we aren't going to address the elephant in the room?" The only person I've ever seen Justin shoot a glare that threatening was to me. Didn't seem like the type to challenge a bulkier male. But then again, he probably knew roid rage since they were kids. I smirked for the eightieth time today, looking at Justin.

"She's trying to mess with me." Justin grumbled angrily. He looked so dejected, and done with me. Exactly what I was going for. Maybe bugging him would turn out to be my new favorite hobby. I sent him a kiss, and grabbed my purse, "Everybody ready to go?"