SOTD: LUCKY STRIKE BY TROYE SIVAN (AN ENTIRE BOP)
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"So let me get this straight, you're going to Kenny's pizzeria to turn them down?" Kat gave me an odd look from the drivers side and I shrugged.
"That, my stylish friend, is the question" I smirked pulling my long hair into a bun and turning to stare at her, "what?"
She shook her head, "you're an idiot"
"And you're wearing plaid and polka dots...we're both in the wrong here" I snapped grabbing my backpack and staring at the quaint pizzeria, "if you don't hear from me in an hour, call the cops"
"Why?" Kat called as I opened the door and stepped out.
"Adam Kane probably killed me"
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"Looks like the wicked bitch of the North couldn't stay away"
I instinctively turned to my right as I entered the packed pizzeria and felt all eyes on me, "is that you or your gut talking?"
Landon rolled his eyes and looked around, "all the seats are taken, maybe try dominos down the street?"
"Drop dead" I snapped biting the insides of my cheeks as people snickered at me.
I stared at the booth where Landon's obnoxious voice was coming from and locked eyes with Adam, whose own eyebrows seemed confused.
If I had expected him to say anything, Landon beat him to it, "You first"
Gritting my jaw, I took a deep breath and shook my head, "screw you guys"
With that, I turned on my heel pushing the pizzeria door open and only realizing afterwards that I had no way of getting home.
Praying that Kat hadn't gotten too far, I pulled my phone out.
"Aubrey"
I turned around widely and watched as all six feet whatever of Adam Kane exited the pizzeria door behind me, "bye"
"You can't seriously be angry with me" Adam groaned running a hand through his hair and sighing, "it's not like I said it"
I let out a dry laugh, "but you didn't stop it!"
"Since when was I your guardian?" As the words exited his mouth, Adam quickly looked down and cleared his throat.
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"I can't swim you idiot!" I coughed as yet another gust of chlorine infested water gushed down my throat, "let go of me!"
Adam Kane made that low groaning sound that I hated, "If I let go of you, all five feet nothing of you will go down under. Did you want to die?"
"Possibly" I screeched trying to pry his fingers out from under my boobs, "you're groping me you perv!"
"There's nothing to grope!" Adam laughed tickling my rib cage, "I have more to grope than you do, young man"
"I don't think that's something you should be exclaiming in the middle of a public pool" I barked, "I asked you to teach me how to swim, not to boob shame me, you testicle!"
Adams grip on me loosened and I slowly felt my body spin until I was facing him, "I AM teaching you how to swim, you've just got the water talents of a rock"
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Dla nastolatkówAubrey Holden is the cliche 16 year old of the new millennial age. She listens to hipster indie pop music, speaks fluent sarcasm, cites Tumblr as academic sources on English papers, and blogs about a vegan lifestyle she doesn't even follow. And th...