Back door #Wattys2016

06 • Buttercup.

"Physical activity and me do not mix."

"Never go on tumblr when you are in public or around family."

"I am not afraid to cut a bitch."

- Connor Franta.

Dedication: IziKing 

Because I am adoring her book "The Freshmen Orientation". Go check it out for a good read.

Casting: Olivia Cooke as Jordan Rivers.

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I was dancing around in my apartment, humming to the tunes of One Direction's new album 'Made In The A.M.', while enjoying my last day here in my humble abode for a while.

After the whipped cream incident, we had both reported to Roger about the update in our mission, that is Noah Jones is the english teacher of the 'Laguna High School' and I'll be the wonderful owner of the cupcake and pastry shop called 'Guilt Trip'. According to Noah, the identities are as I wanted them to be because he is being the bigger person among us. We - that is myself, Seth and Noah, will be leaving tomorrow for Water Cress.

Nursing a bottle of chateau, I was packing my bag with neatly folded clothes, selected books, guns with their bullets, bulletproof vest - because of which I have survived a few missions, shoes, make-up and other essentials. Being the adult I am, I plugged all my electronic devices to charging, because I am intolerant to all the bullshit sputtering from Noah's mouth. That reminds me of earplugs. I need to find them, must be tucked in some drawer or my carry on as I needed them on the flight back from France.

After searching the entire closet for earplugs, I made my way to the bed under which is my carry-on.
Kneeling down near the bed trying to reach the bag just by stretching my fingers. After trying for umpteenth time, I decided to crawl a bit under the bed and then pull the bag out. Crawling under the bed I felt around for the bag and when I could feel the handle, I took hold of it, just when the doorbell of apartment went off scaring the shit out of me and making me jump in the place which in turn ended up with my head getting bumped into the bottom of the bed.

I crawled out quickly from underneath  the bed. Obviously, I also pulled out the bag too.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Geez! Hold your horses, I heard it the first time you rang the damn bell.

Making my way towards the door while pressing down on the part of my head which took a hit from the bed, praying to God to not let a ugly bump form on my head.

I opened the door and was not happy with the person standing on the other side of it. 

"Hello, it's me -" before he could complete his sentence, I holdup my palm saying, "Stop it right there, Mr Jones. As it is I do not appreciate your company and to top it off do not use that overused line."

"So you are inviting me in, Miss Rivers?" He said pushing past me into the apartment and by the time I register what is happening and slamming the door shut, I turn around to seem him slouching on the couch with his boot clad shoes on the coffee table.

"Who said anything about inviting you in? You just waltzed in like you fucking own the place or know me since I was in diapers. I would very much like you to disappear from my sight like Adele." I said, crossing my arms across my chest and puffing up trying to control my breathing pattern.

Stay calm, J. He is not even worth it.

"You are the one who used the word 'company' instead of 'presence'." He said, cockily. Placing his arms under his head, making his muscles bulge and the veins pulse.

"What? It is same difference." I said, frustrated and kicked off his boot clad feet down. "Keep your legs to yourself." I gritted out. The germaphobe in me, nagging at me.

He smugly said, "Can't keep my legs to myself." a smile so wide on his lips, I thought he may split his face in half.

Letting me go on my own on the mission.

"Also, Agent Rivers you must know after all the training that though sounding similar it has slightly different meanings." He stated.

"As if I didn't knew." I scoffed to myself.

"You got the rightful identity of being an English high school teacher. Be the grammar police to your future students." and continued Also, I am not in an interrogation now, am I?" I asked.

He jumped off the couch and came over to me and hugged me his strong arms wrapping around me in a huggable manner. " Aww! So now you consider me your friend!" He said, using a falsetto voice.

"No. I don't." I said, trying to push his arms away.

I need to breathe.

"Don't say that." He said, pouting his lips and making a puppy dog face.

"Oh, no! You didn't!- " I hissed, trying to get him in a headlock which I couldn't accomplish because of his freakishly tall self. "- do not pull the puppy face card!"

"Which card?" He asked in baby voice again making the same face.

"Now you are being plain annoying. Don't make me kick your balls." I said trying to lift up my knee to kick him in his groin. Before I could lift me leg, they were trapped by his legs.

"Never voice your plan of action or intentions to your opponents, Buttercup." He whispered into my ears, making a shiver run down my spine. The blaring sound of my cellphone ringing in the background, gaining my attention.

"Don't call me 'buttercup'- " I said and continued with "- and I need to pickup my phone. At least leave me now." I huffed in annoyance.

Unwrapping his arms from around me and raising them parallel to his head, smirkingly he said, "I rile you up, so good."

Sprinting into my room to receive the call, I loudly called out saying, "I will kick you, so good."

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Fun fact: Olivia Cooke got a piggy back ride from Harry Styles.

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