Living Short in Bel Air (Completed 2013)

ChapteЯ 13: P-U-P

ChapteЯ 13: P-U-P

Living Short in Bel Air Cover by @kelblind

^^^Haha!  Just realized before updating what the chapter was called.  P-U-P<<actually meant something else.  Not literally, P-U-P . . . okay.  That made no sense.  You’ll understand later in the story xD

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“Clint!” 

“What is it?” he hissed, lowering his head.  His eyes widened.  “Oh.” 

“Oh?”  I was ready to grab my heel and smack him.  “Oh!  Is that all you can say?” 

He hesitated.  “You got shit on you.” 

I threw my hands in the air.  “No shit!”

“Actually, yes shit.  Not no shit.  Yes, there is shit.”

I grabbed his collar and pulled.  “Do.  Something.  Now.” 

A tiny bell rang and I roughly let go.  Stacy grew a wide smirk and motioned us over.  “What am I supposed to do now?” I murmured to him. 

“Just act casual.”  A strong hand guided me to the empty seat and I hoped my smile wasn’t wobbling. 

“It was so nice of you to join us, dear,” sang Mary, the feathers of her hat displeasing as a mating peacock.  “I’m glad you stopped being that self-arrogant, vulgar teen you once were.”  I bit my tongue.  “Look at you today!  Well dressed, came with a lovely handsome boy, and beautifully ready for a simple occasion.”  She gently nudged the lady beside her.  “It seems Stacy is going to have rough competition for the BAB this year.” 

The glare Stacy shot me had me smiling.  “Excuse me, Mary,” I softly asked, “But what’s BAB?”

“Bel Air Beauty,” Stacy said, wearing a ‘you’re-stupid’ look.  “Anyone who’s anyone would know that.”

I boasted my chin higher.  “I’m more than just anyone.  I’m the one who is going to kick your teeny as—” She raised a brow.  “Kick your little tosh-tosh!” I finished.

“Let’s start with the meeting.”  Mary quickly clapped and received firm nods.

“Tosh-tosh?” Clint smirked in my ear. 

“Shut up,” I hissed and looked up.  Stacy narrowed her gaze. 

“What’s that splotch on your belt, Ly-a?  Did you have an accident?” she sneered.

My cheeks warmed up.  “I—I—” I swallowed hard.  “It’s cow print.  One spot can, uh, go a long way.”

“Please,” she snorted and threw a dismissive hand.  “You got pooped on, didn’t you?  Not exactly presentable, Miss Ly-a.” 

“It was an accident,” I gritted through my teeth.  My knuckles clenched, but I remained silent.  After all, silence spoke volumes. 

“You heard her, Stacy,” said Mary.  “It was an accident.” 

Her hands tightened around the little cup, it violently shaking under her fingers.      

“Calm that teapot of yours, Stacy.”  I flashed a sweet smile.  “I see your spout is blowing off some steam.” 

A couple of the ladies giggled and her body grew stiff.  “Watch that mouth of yours, kickstand.  Or I’m going to end up wiping the floor with your face.” 

It was too hard to compress the growing smile.  “That’s too bad because I don’t think you’ll be able to get into the corners very well,” I shot back.  More giggles sprouted around the table.  Stacy’s face was stoned, but quickly melted into sudden anger.