Me and Mr Bad Boy

Hell came for a visit

RING RING, RING, RING! My phone buzzes.

"Hello?" I say in a sleepy voice

"Hi sweety, I'm so sorry but your dad and I had to leave to go somewhere with the Collins family, Cameron is in bed so don't forget to wake him up, Dylan also must be sleeping so make sure that you two get ready on time and we had to take your car so I already told Dylan to drive you to school" my mum tells me.

"Ughhhhh mum, how could you take my car, you know I need it to get to school" I yell.

"Sorry darling, it's only for a day and Dylan agreed to drive you anyways so there shouldn't be a problem."

I hang up without another reply and get out of bed to get ready for school.

"CAMERON!!! Wake up please!" I yell into my brothers ear.

"NOOOO, Go away, I don't wanna wake up!"

"You need some help?" a voice says from the back.

I turn around to see a very hot Dylan standing in his pyjamas and bed hair and oh boy does he look HOT!!

"Uh, um, yeah, he's not exactly very keen on waking up" I stutter.

"Well, you can go get ready, I'll handle him" he states.

"Oh, um, are you sure?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah, you can go" he tells me.

"Ok, thanks" I reply and with that I am straight outta the room.

I head over to my room to get ready. After taking a shower I pull out the clothes that me and Mel bought yesterday. I decide to wear a tribal print crop top, white denim shorts and I pair that with my favourite black combat boots.

I am a nerd but I am not the one who doesn't know how to dress up and look pretty. Infact I love dressing up and looking good but I aint the one who sneaks out to parties and drinks alcohol. I just can't do that, I guess its not in my blood.

After putting on my outfit, I swipe on some mascara and lip gloss and leave my hair as it is. My hair is a light shade of brown and it has a little bit of wave to it so most of the time I just leave it as it is and it looks like I put so much effort into it when I actually didn't.

Now that's a blessing.

I grab my backpack and head downstairs for breakfast. Dylan and Cameron are already there, both of them eating an apple and a piece of toast. I instead pour myself a glass of orange juice and prepare a avocado sandwich.

"So, am I dropping you off?" Dylan asks.

"Did my mum tell you to?"

"Well, yeah." he replies

"Then unfortunately yes" I state.

"You might want to finish off your sandwich first" Dylan says.

"Nah, I'll eat in the car" I state.

"Which car?" he asks.

"Your car you stupid, or do you want to walk 10 kms?" I state.

"Oh, we aren't going on a car." Dylan states.

"Then is a helicopter gonna drop us to school" I yell.

"Babe, it's called a motorbike"

"A what?" I nervously yell

"Are you deaf? A MOTORBIKE" Dylan yells.

"There is no way I'm going on a motorbike!" I nervously laugh.