Breaking "Bad"

T e n

I assure you this is where the fun begins... Mwahahahaha...Enjoy watching as the drama unfolds, ladies and gentleman.

Let the games begin.

[Edited]

~Hailey~

London was fun.

We went clubbing in the evenings and during the days we went sightseeing seeing as the rest of the group didn't really go up to London that often. I for one had lived there until recently, so it was nothing new to me. We also visited shops, galleries and as many museums as we could find which was a treat.

During the chaos, Scott and I had also managed to find some time alone to celebrate our anniversary in peace. We'd snuck off to a small French café that Scott's father had often taken him to as a child when Scott had travelled with him on his business trips. For the whole time we'd just focused on us, talking about anything and everything - including our future. I'd enjoyed it.

I bit into my croissant, moaning. "This has got to be the most delicious piece of scrumptiousness I've ever tasted." I stated as I sucked on my fingers.

Scott looked at me over the rim of his mug of hot chocolate, smirking as he watched me devour the pastry like a caveman would its next meal. "I'm glad you like it," he grinned as he took another sip of his drink. "I always used to have the jam-filled ones, but I knew you'd prefer the chocolate."

He knew me well, obviously.

I nodded as I took another bite, "Yep." I may not have been a lot of things, but a chocolate lover was definitely something I was. If someone gave me chocolate then I was basically their bitch, just like I was my boyfriend's.

"Congratulations on scoring nearly 100% on that test the other day," he remarked as he put down his drink. I picked up my own and took a sip to taste the hot chocolate which was creamy and rich, sliding down my throat with ease.

"It was a difficult one."

I nodded. "Yeah it was." Really, that was actually an understatement.

The test had in fact been an absolute bitch to study for, taking up more than plenty of my time. I'd revised as often as I could and for hours at a time, in the hopes to achieve a good mark. Which I had, fortunately enough.

He frowned, mixing his drink with his spoon as he thought about something. "I don't know how I managed to scrape 80% if I'm honest. I mostly crammed the week before."

Smiling, I offered him some of my croissant to which he denied. "Well that's because you're smart, obviously. Think about it: you crammed and spent only a week revising and still got a really high mark," I smirked. "You're a clever-clogs."

He laughed.

"And thank you," I added. "I'm proud of my result."

He leaned forward over the table to kiss my lips. "You're welcome."

When we'd returned, Layla had been pissed at me for eloping without the warning (we'd made up by then, although it had taken a lot of talking through). To compensate, I'd agreed to go clubbing with her that evening -- much to the annoyance of the girls. It had been worth it though.

They'd always been jealous of Layla and her special treatment, but I'd known her for longer; naturally we were closer.

Finally, the day we left we'd all driven back on a private coach late in the evening. Obnoxiously loud music had been playing throughout the whole drive home, but I hadn't minded once I'd taken enough sips of champagne from the bottle that had been passed around.