Stereotypical

IX| He, Who Couldn't Take a Lie

Mood:

"Put Your Hearts Up"

-Ariana Grande

(just listening to it while I was writing this)

"Oh," I scowled, "fuck that."

Parker chomped loudly on a mushroom and pepperoni pizza. "No. Please come. It'll be fun."

I shook my head. It would not be fun. Parker was inviting a handful of students to hang out at his place, and that sounded just about the opposite of fun. I knew that I wouldn't be going, but said that I'd think about it. More than likely, Camilla would find a way to make herself a part of the meet-up.

"That reminds me," I said. "Why'd you throw pizza? Why not just call her a name in front of everyone?"

He looked up at the ceiling. "I panicked." he answered. "I really thought she was going to hit you."

"She probably was," I muttered, lifting a slice of cheese pizza to my mouth. Then, playfully, I added, "I owe you my life."

"I guess." he mumbled. "Or you could just come over tomorrow."

I shook my head again. "Your posse scares me." And that was the truth. "I think I'll just go home, and you can text me if something interesting goes down."

Parker stuck his tongue out at me. "Well you scare them."

"Good." I took another bite of pizza. "We don't have to meet then."

He gave me a hard look. "You're coming whether you like it or not."

"You can shove that up your ass 'cause I'm not going."

His features twisted into a pout again. For the next few minutes, we ate in silence, staring at the television. I stole a glance at him and quickly switched back when he turned. "We can hang out again later, though. Like, after tomorrow." I broke into a fit of giggles when he stuck out his bottom lip and groaned like a child who'd been denied a piece of candy.

"And I don't think I should go meeting your friends," I admitted. "It'll be awkward. Like, 'hi, I'm the girl who assed my way into your circle'."

Parker narrowed his eyes playfully. "You're a pessimist."

"I'm not."

"But you are," Parker chirped. "Literally, you're only thinking of the worst possible outcomes. Can't you be happy?"

I fought a smile. "I'm always fucking happy."

Parker suddenly leapt onto me, wrapping his arms around me and poking at my sides. "Are you?" he challenged, "Are you really?"

I laughed against my will, leaning away. "Yes! Yes, Parker, I am!" I gasped for breath and tried to kick him off. Tears ran down my burning cheeks.

"I don't believe you," he sang over my howling.

I curled away from him, wiping tears from my eyes. "Screw you, okay?" I inhaled deeply. "Nobody's happy all the time."

He hopped away, grinning like an idiot. "You're a liar too."

"I'm fucking brilliant," I said, clutching my aching stomach. "And now I'm tired."

He leaned close. "We can snuggle under the blankets and talk about life."

"Or we can clean up the pizza I dropped when you assaulted me." I pointed accusingly at the half-eaten slice of pizza that sat on the carpet of my bedroom. Parker scooped it up and slapped it on an empty box.