Living Short in Bel Air (Completed 2013)

ChapteЯ 3: S.O.A.B.S

CLARIFICATION: Ly-a Monroe is actually pronounced LEE-DASH-A. BUT people usually call her LEE-A as a nickname. Hope that helped! Now enjoy! <3

ChapteЯ 3: S.O.A.B.S

Ruby geared the engine, and soon, we were on the road, the silence of the car a little too quiet. I faked a cough, and peeked at the corner of my eye to see what that S.O.A.B. was doing.

And unfortunately, I wished I had never looked.

Sitting beside me was a tall, lean, broad shouldered, sexy thing. Perhaps the anger had blurred my hotness radar because at this moment, it was off the charts. His eyes were more of a dusty hazel, and it even glinted a speck of gold when gazed in the light. His square jaw framed his tanned cheekbones, and his dirty auburn hair fell above his arched brow. The blue button-down was now all the way open, exposing the expensive white golf shirt that hugged his biceps. My gaze finding his full, lush lips, his eyes began to drift down to my direction---Good god.

Immediately casting a frown over my face, I hoped it masked my heavy rising chest as my heart skipped a beat. Feeling the heat emerge from my cheeks, I cleared my throat and scowled.

"What are you looking at?" he cockily smirked, turning my insides.

"You had a little something," I smoothly answered, and pointed to his nose. He glanced down and I flicked my finger up, hitting his nose and I laughed as he blinked in surprise. "You're such an idiot."

"No I'm not," he glared, elbowing my side.

"Oh right," I sweetly smiled, and harshly pinched his cheek. "You're not a complete idiot. Just some parts are missing."

He mumbled something under his breath, but I was too busy in relief as I was nearly caught checking him out. Whatever, there were tons of hot boys in Bel Air. He was no different. "Just more of a smart-ass," I spoke, and he frowned at me. "What? Am I not allowed to talk to myself?"

"I wouldn't even give a damn if you jumped out of the window. Not that I'm stopping you," he grinned and I rolled my eyes. Ass.

"You kids doing fine back there?" called Ruby, checking behind.

Clint flashed his set of pearly white teeth, but I bulged my eyes, looking much less attractive. "Help me!" I mouthed. She snorted, and flicked me off as she turned back at the road.

Oh how I wished Friday was here. He was so sad when I left him back home, a mug of bacon and bowl of water his only companions. I could just imagine it now. Friday taking a nice big bite off of Clint's face. . . The beauty of morbid thoughts. Now if only I could play them out into a movie.

". . . Ly-a?"

"Hm?" I glanced up; my eyes still a little dazed. "Yeah?"

"I have something to tell you."

Scrunching my brows, my lips dipped to a frown. "What?" He motioned me closer, and I leaned in so we were only about an inch away. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I wasn't sure--- Buuurrrppppp!

I shot farthest as possible---which was pretty much nothing---and plugged my nose in disgust. Clint threw his head back laughing, finding this amusing.

"That's nasty! Ew!" I waved my hand in my face to air out the infuriating smell, but it was no use. It smelt like freaking hotdogs in here. "You're so, ugh!" Slapping his arm, he laughed even harder, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Y-y-you're such an idiot!" he howled, his shoulders still shaking.

"That makes two of you!" sang Ruby, and I kicked her seat. "Hey! Don't distract the driver!"