How to Win a Girl Back in Ten Days

Day Seven: Young and Wild

Day Seven: Young and Wild

"No seriously, last night I slept so hard that when my mom came and woke me up, she shoved me off my bed and I still didn't wake up. It took Chandler's bullhorn and Rachel's round-house punch to the shoulder to bring me back to life," Joey rambled, then he began to rub his shoulder with a proud grin. "You know, I taught her that."

"Dude, I know. My pillow felt like a lovely, fluffy marshmallow sent straight from heaven and hand crafted by angels," Louis sighed dreamily.

"You can't start a sentence with 'Dude' and end it like a girly chump," Joey chastised. When Louis looked to me and Jack for defense, we just shook our heads, leaving him be.

It was Monday morning, and as for our typical Monday routine, everyone was gathered around a locker, messing around, and like the men we are, talking about freaking fluffiness.

But more importantly, it was Day Seven of winning Allie back.

"At least you guys got sleep," I grumbled. "Sunglasses climbed in through my bedroom window at three in the morning to wake me up, just because. He gave me a season of Sex and the City to watch and then gave me a liter of Mountain Dew to drink before bolting."

"What the hell?" Jack asked, confused.

"That's weird as shit."

"Tell me about it," I grumbled. "I honestly think he is trying to torture me now."

"Probably hates being called Sunglasses," Jack tried to warn, before taking Louis's cup right out of his hands.

"Hey!"

"Here, drink this. Hades knows you need it more than ole fruit cake over here and his freaking marshmallow sleeping."

I took it with speed and gratitude, instantly noting how sweet the drink was. "What is this?"

Louis glared at me before grumbling, "It's a blended white chocolate mocha with chocolate chips and chocolate syrup. Plus whole milk."

"Whole milk? Are you three?" Joey laughed, and Jack rolled his eyes.

I looked between the two of them and back to Louis before saying to him quietly, "It's pretty good."

"It's a white girl drink."

"Allie always hated that stereotype, or gender role or whatever she called it. Said it made all white girls out to be the same materialistic, ridiculous, mainstream people, that is had negative connotations. 'Sue me for ordering a Starbucks drink now and again!' She'd say. 'There's plenty of men who also enjoy Starbucks. You don't see them being bashed on.'"

After I finished my fake Allie rant, I noticed the guys were quiet, which is always unusual, and staring at me like I was a foreign alien. "What?"

The staring continued until Jack cracked a small, yet slightly devilish, grin, but Joey beat him to the punch.

"Waa-chaa!"

The boys broke out in to chuckles and smirks and I shrugged. "Guess I had that one coming." I didn't mind, though. The thing is, when you're whipped over the right person – over an amazing girl, in my case – you really don't mind.

"Speaking of Allie, do you know what day seven is yet?" Jack ended the chuckling by asking.

Grumbling, I closed my locker, "No. Freaking Sunglasses wouldn't even tell me this morning when he broke in! Wait, he broke in...that's an actual crime! He—" I noticed Jack giving me a look telling me to get back on track with my story, so I did. "Right, well, anyways. I thought intruding so early meant my task was to be completed then, but he didn't tell me what it was and then he didn't wake me up with a text and then he didn't reply to any of mine! Ugh!"