A Bet With The Devils

Chapter 5: Dillweed Goes Boom Boom

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Chapter 5: Dillweed Goes Boom Boom

"You suck," Josh laughs opening his mouth as wide as he can.

"It's not my fault you can't catch," I throw another Hershey kiss in his mouth making it in perfectly.

"Who sucks now?" I stick my tongue out at him.

Immature, I know, but honestly, who cares?

"You can any day, " he winks at me and I scrunch my nose disgusted.

Ew, stupid devil boy.

"Dumb dillweed," I roll my eyes and walk towards the fridge to see what I can eat for breakfast.

"Dillweed?" Josh laughs.

"We need to buy groceries," I frown as I see nothing good.

"Make us some eggs," Alex walks into the kitchen wearing nothing, but black sweats.

These guys are going to kill me from a heart attack.

"Don't yolk with me," I laugh while serving myself a coffee.

"That was so bad," Josh chuckles.

"It was cracking," I continue laughing as I put two pieces of bread in the toaster.

"Seriously stop," Alex pretends to be annoyed. "You're making my ears bleed."

"Oh, don't be such a chicken," I chuckle.

"What up with the terrible puns?" Vinny walks into the kitchen completely shirtless.

Hey, guess what?

I'm having freaking palpitations.

"Oh come on, you're poaching my best yolks," I grin.

"Elliana," Vinny says.

"What?"

"Shut up."

"You guys are such rotten eggs," I laugh as my toast comes out.

I don't care if they don't think it's funny, I do.

"Food," Alex reaches for my toast and I smack his hand.

"My food," I growl biting my toast and sipping my coffee.

"But I'm starving," Alex frowns looking at my bread.

"That sounds like a personal problem to me," I drink my coffee.

"Where's that peeps kid?" Vinny asks intentionally mocking Pipper.

"It's Pipper you ass," I spit out, but he's right.

Where is Pipper?

He should be here by now.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult your boyfriend," Vinny rolls his eyes.

I simply glare at him before pulling my phone out and calling Pipper.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello this is Pipper, I'm probably just avoiding your call so don't bother with a message."

That's weird.

I'll walk to support group, I guess.

"I have to go," I chug my coffee.

"Where are you going?" Vincent asks. "School doesn't start until another hour and a half."

"Don't trip potato chip," I grab my bag and cell phone.