(12)Do It Like A Dude

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Chapter 12

Do It Like A Dude

Skylar’s P.O.V.

The alarm clock beeped and I smashed it. Raidon is so going to regret the day he grew balls. I got up and opened the bathroom door, brushed my teeth, and got in the shower.

After the shower I felt refreshed. Good, I need something that would make me calm down a bit. I got dressed in a plain white sleeveless shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I combed my hair and put on a pair of zebra lined converses. Awesome Right? Where I got them? Don’t ask me.

I walked down the hall to the kitchen and heard noises. I peeked through the door to see the three little pigs devouring the poor refrigerator, poor thing I mentally shook my head at them. How the hell could they manage to pack so much away? Vacuum cleaners, honestly.

“You ask her, why do I have to ask her?” I heard Drew cry and Tom huff.

“You ask her because you’re the dumb one.”  Tom snorted sipping his drink and Drew hit him upside the head which made Tom choke on his drink and spill them on his oversized red shirt. I stifled a laugh and continued watching. 

Tom looked down at his shirt and slowly looked up at Drew glaring; Oh-oh Tom’s mad, look out Drew.  I winced, warning him silently.            

Tom stood up knocking the chair back and Drew did the same. Tom held his fist up ready to punch Drew. I stormed in the kitchen and stood between Drew and Tom. 

I saw Ryder sitting on the chair with his hand under his chin looking at both of them in amusement. I looked at him with a what-the-hell look but he just chuckled and held his hands up.

“What?” He cried “Don’t tell me it’s not funny. They look like they’re in the bullfighting arena, matador Drew holding up a red napkin and Tom the bull ready to chop his head off.” He explained himself and I rolled me eyes not able to hide my smile. Trust Ry to come up with that analogy , and a damn accurate one at that,  I noted looking back to Tom and Drew.

“Shut up.” I snapped looking at Günter and Luther standing on each side.

“NOW. What do you want to ask me about?” I demanded and frowned. I forgot something. What did I forget? I racked my brain. Oh right…

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