Boy crazy? I'd think so.

So, I was working on this. I know it's bad buuut oh well. I'm doing this off my phone so it probably looks really bad and is short. I'd like to thank my biffl Kaykei for writing a small portion of this for me when I was stuck.. love you(: <3 Well, yeahp. Bai!!

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"C'mon, Let's go in the jumper!" begged my little brother for about the tenth time.

"No, you go in there by yourself." I replied calmly even if I was annoyed beyond belief.

"Please, please, please, please, plea-"

"FINE! Let's get this over with," I yelled.

"Yay, woohoo!" Alexander replied. "If I hurt you, don't go crying to dad."

"Ok!" Alex smiled.

"Race you?!"

"On three?" I asked. Alex nodded. "THREE!"

"BAHAHAHA! Lose-" BOOM.

"Holy mother of Percy Jackson!" A male voice exclaimed. Nice. I crashed into a muscle wall.

"Ok, ouch. That kind of hurt.." I said

"You ok?" The same voice asked

"Just peachy." I rolled my eyes

"Layla! We're supposed to be racing here! VROOM, VROOM!!" Alex yelled.

"Hold on! I crashed into a muscle wall... Wait, oops." I smiled innocently. The guy chuckled.

"My name's Dan. Dan Holland."

"Sorry 'bout that... Dan." I replied.

"What may I call you, milady?" Dan asked.

"She's Layla. Don't you listen? The name's Alexander. Mess with my sissy And you mess with me." Alex said trying to intimidate Dan. I couldn't help but laugh. How cute. I watched the exchange with interest.

"Alexander... Hmm, May I call you Alex?"

" Only my friends call me Alex. You're not my friend so nope. You can't call me Alex. Plus, you hurt my sissy. Bad boy!" Alex kicked Dan in the shin. Dan grimaced.

"Oh Gersh. I am so so so sorry! ALEX?! Why'd you do that?!" I yelled.

"Go get some ice!" I demanded.

"I am so sorry. I can't believe the little twat did that. Oh gosh-" Dan chuckled. "It's fine."

"What? No! That is not fine. He kicked you. Like actually kicked you! Like BAM. And I could tell that it hurt. Oh gosh. I am so going to tell dad. The little freak."

"Why did Alex go and ask for ice?" My dad asked, confused.

"Well, dahddy.. That little twa- son of yours kicked this guy's shin. Like hard. I'm pretty sure it's bruised by now. So I demanded he go and get some ice immediately." I smiled. I sounded so professional.

"hello, sir. I'm Dan."

"Nice to meet you, Dan. Jacob, Jacob Howell." My dad smiled.

"So, uhm, I'll go get that ice now.." I left awkwardly.

"You go and do that" My dad laughed, sensing my awkwardness seeping in. I looked at him with a glare. He just laughed. AGAIN! I turned to Dan but he just smirked. Gah, what is it with the male population? I sent him a funny face and he laughed after I walked away. I then proceeded to sing my fave tune of all my being as I went to get some ice. "Lalalalalalalalalalala-" *bam* "Not again!" I said as I fell after bumping into another person.