You Belong With Me

Chapter Four: The Next Day

Bryttanie's POV

"Oh Brytt, aren't you gonna eat breakfast?" My grandma asked setting bacon on the table.

"Yeah. Just a little though," I said grabbing a piece of bacon and walking out the door.

"That's not little!" My grandma called after me. "It counts as none!"

So annoying. Why do my grandparents have to stay with us? They treat me like I'm two years old. I'm sixteen, not two, for god's sake!

"Hey," Nicole skipped up behind me.

"Shit!" I gasped. "You scared me,"

"Sorry," She said. "You're just a panty-waist."

"Uh, shut the hell up." I said pushing her off the sidewalk.

"Oh yeah," She said. "How are your grandparents?"

"Annoying as ever," I said rolling my eyes. "You know last night when I was getting my pama-jamas on she came in there and felt my boobs then said, 'aw, my baby is getting some boobies.' So embarrassing."

"Wow. The first person you ever get felt-up by is your grandma," She said. "I bet you wanted it to be Jarod."

"Will you get off my case?" I said rolling my eyes. "God dammit. It's not like I screwed him. That would be something to talk about."

"Damn right," She said.

"Oh shut up," I said. "Why'd I even say that?"

"'Cause you're slow?" She said.

"Ha-Ha," I fake laughed.

We walked into the school parking lot and I saw Jarod pull up in his black mustang. So hot. He got out wearing his vans shoes, vans hat, vans shirt, and his khaki cargo shorts. And then there's Ashley in her pink punch-bug. My mind is back to normal. God, I hate her. I could already tell that today was gonna be a bad day.