living with the bad boy

chapter 12

"Oh my god this is the best milkshake I've ever had." I moaned setting down my cup and chuckling. Adam quirked his eyebrow at me before proceeding to eat his burger. I ran a hand through my slightly tangled hair looked around the diner. There wasn't very many people but the place had life and character, I'm not sure if it was because of the employees dressed up as movie characters from the 70s or because of the varying colors and paintings surrounding the vicinity. Either way for such an empty place, it seemed full. I waved the waiter over, quickly grabbing her attention. She walked over to our table and as she neared I nearly choked on my food. It was Emily. In the flesh. The satanic ball of bitchiness that longed to make my high school experience as a foster kid an absolute living hell.

"Oh god abort mission. Abort mission!" Peyton harshly whispered jumping up from the table in attempt to exit the diner in a rushed manner.

"Oh sit back down Sally the rag doll. I'm working as much as I'd like to, I can't torture you with words and oh so intimidating facial expressions." She snarled, glaring at all three of us. She then averted her much unwanted attention toward me and asked in such a condescending tone she put Sue Sylvester to shame, "How can I help you summer?" Her tone was all but venomous and as was her smile.

"Um I.... Water please my milkshake is kinda drying me out." I hesitated pointing to the half full cup of strawberry liquid. She chuckled dryly and walked away with a large amount of attitude and spite.

"That was intense" Peyton proclaimed letting out a breath as if she hadn't done so since Emily roughly say her back down.

"Let's just hope she doesn't contaminate your water." Adam mumbled looking over to the main counter and watching Emily wearily. I felt as if we were in some cliche movie. Only we aren't but we are being extremely dramatic and unreasonable.

"Guys come on, she's not gonna get fired just to mess with me. She knows I'm not worth it." I chuckled shaking my head at their child like behavior. My god I've befriended a pair of nerds. A pair of amazing loyal nerds.

After about five minutes of sitting in utter anticipation, Emily emerged from behind the counter, a large cup of water in hand and a devilish smile plastered on her face. She happily handed me the cup and muttered a quick 'enjoy' before leaving. I examined the water closely and took a sip.

"It tastes fine" I laughed drinking a bit more this time.

"Alright we still have about three more birthday adventures for you summer so drink up and let's roll on out before Emily shows her true colors." Adam joked slinging a muscular arm over the back side of the booth and flashing me a sideways smile that I've grown to adore. I downed the remainder of my water and detached myself from the booth, following Adam and Peyton outside.
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"This isn't her fault. She didn't go out and get drunk. It was Emily, I'm sure of it." Adam hissed in a hushed voice glaring harshly at Blake.

"Look I get it, you have beef with Emily but that doesn't mean she's behind every screwed up aspect of your life okay." Blake responded as calm as possible, the muscles on his back flexed in annoyance as he ran a hand over his face.

"Dude, I know what I'm saying. Summer was perfectly fine before that Emily bitch brought her water. She probably slipped roofies it or something." Adam sighed pacing back and forth. Everything was blurry but I was able to make out what was happening. I was strewn on the living room couch in Blakes house. Peyton anxiously sat next to me shaking her leg.

"It wasn't Emily. Got it? Did you ever think that maybe Summer is so consumed with self remorse that she spiked her own water. She's screwed up and Emily isn't a necessary factor for Summer to get wasted and border line arrested in one night."Blake growled giving Adam a daring glance. Before I could even comprehend what was happening Blake was on the ground struggling to free himself from Adams grip as he faced blow after blow.

"Stop!" Peyton exclaimed ripping them off of each other. Adam was breathing heavily as he stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him.

"What is wrong with you?" Peyton inquired crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes. She sat back down on the couch and I slowly sat up.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, genuinely scared. Peyton turned to me eagerly before hesitating.

"After we left the diner we went to the wax museum and well.. You sort of got all weird and then you just straight out lost it. We were almost arrested because of yo-I mean Emily." She briefly explained. I couldn't understand what the big deal was. People get drunk and do stupid things all the time. How could this be so different?

"Oh god." I groaned face palming. Blake made his way over to us and smiled at me. I quickly got off the couch and made my way towards the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked softly, grabbing onto my wrist and staring me deeply in the eyes.

"I'm done feeling sorry for myself. Come on Peyton we need to get Adam." I instructed, she nodded and followed in suit. I ripped my arm out of Blakes grip and headed outside. It was raining hard and the gloominess was almost depressing. I ignored Blakes calls and called out for Adam numerous times. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number, waiting for the ringing to subside.

"Summer, I messed up. Bad."