The Chick Under The Wig

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

~~Victoria’s POV~~

“Hey, what happened last night?” Taylor asked me the next morning. He winced as he took a seat across from me at the breakfast table in the student lounge, maybe because of his hangover.

I shrugged, putting on my practiced manly voice. “Clubs just aren’t for me.”

“Sure.” He grinned. “Even though I saw you hooking up with that hot girl last night?”

“Hot girl? What—oh.” I said when I remembered the girl I had talked to in the club. “Yeah. I wasn’t hooking up with her. We were just talking.”

“Sure. Did you get her number?”

“Nope. I left before I could.” I told him. “Nate and his goons were chasing me.”

“Seriously?” He asked. “You could have asked us for help…”

“Nah, I handled it.” I lied smoothly.

“How?”

“By running away screaming my lungs out.”

He laughed out loud, clutching his stomach. “Your…face…hilarious!”

I rolled my eyes. Guys. “So, what’s here to do here on Saturdays?”

“Well,” He started, wiping at his eyes as his laughter died down. “The guys and I plan to go to a skate park soon. Wanna come?”

“Sure. Why not?”

I gulped as I stared at the huge ramp that the boys planned for us to skate on. It was humongous. Like, seriously.

“Aww. He’s scared.” Steve teased, poking my cheek with a finger. Conner laughed beside him.

I swatted his hand away. “I’m not scared, dipshit.”

“Asshole.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Cuntface.”

“Mofo.”

“Assmuncher.”

He glared at me. “Bitch.”

“Doustard.”

“What? What the hell is that?”

I shrugged. “It’s douche and bastard combined. Duh.”

“You’re…you’re so weird!” He snapped at me. “Who makes up a word like that?”

“Me.”

“You—“

“Okay!” Taylor sighed out, grabbing onto both of our shoulders. “So, whose first to ride the ramp?”

“Oooh. Ouch, man.” Taylor said, grabbing the skateboard from my hands. “You alright?”

“Just peachy.” I managed to stick my thumb up at him, my other hand clutching at my privates. Damn, now I know how guys feel when they get hit there. It isn’t a nice feeling at all!

Conner and Steve were laughing their stupid heads off so much that tears started to come to their eyes. I glared at them and stumbled towards them in pain. “Hey, Steve?”

“Huh—Ahh!” He screamed, gripping onto his precious jewels.

“That’s what you get you…Doustard!” I wanted to laugh so hard at his reaction, but every time I moved, I’d hurt even more. Giving into the pain, I collapsed onto the ground and Steve soon followed.

The both of us laid on the ground, groaning in agony.