Hating the Bad Boys' name

Chapter 12: Hating the bad boys name: Doritos give me gas

A/N:

READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

Bree's PoV

"I think I'm ill." I said complaining to everyone in the cafeteria.

Hans stroked my shoulder. "Oh Bree don't worry, you are." Hana said.

"Really?" I asked surprisingly.

She nodded. "Yeah, we've all know for a while that you're mentally ill."

I lightly pushed her. "Oh shut up. I don't mean like that."

Just then Brec came running through the cafeteria doors. "Bree I have it."

"You have what?" Liam asked her in confusion

Brec grinned. "Bree wants to get out of class. So she now has hypothermia."

I face palmed. "You weren't supposed to tell anyone about that." I complained

She frowned slightly. "About you having hypothermia? I thought . . . "

I groaned. "No. About me wanting to get out of class idiot, and hypothermia really? I swear sometimes . . "

"Hey don't speak to her like that . . . " Liam said grabbing Brec's hand and dragging her to sit on his lap.

He cradled her and started to stroke her hair. " . . . She's just a butterfly that hasn't fully flourished."

Riley snorted. "More like a caterpillar that hasn't cocooned." 

Brec eyes lit up. "Ooh I love caterpillars they're like the hungry Mr Caterpillar."

Everybody on the table went silent and just looked at her. Liam sighed. "Yeah, babe I can't help you with that one."

Hana turned to me. "Why do you want to get out of class anyway?"

"Oh that's easy, ah doesn't want to sit next to . . . " Brec started but I dashed across the table and threw my hand across her innocent, little mouth.

"Don't say another word." I threatened.

I yelped back when Brec bit her teeth into my hand she grinned victoriously and I pouted. "Not nice."

"Who don't you want to sit next to?" Riley asked dying to know the answer to the question everybody was probably wondering too.

Before I could answer two giant sized hands went over my eyes. I could feel their breath fanning my neck. "Guess who." The person whispered in my ear.

Smelling that minty breath and the same muscular aftershave, I could tell who it was. I removed his hands from my face and sat back down in my seat.

I folded my arms. "That's why I don't want to go to class."

Ryder placed a hand in his heart. "I'm so offended." He drawled out.

I narrowed my eyes. "Me too. Offended by the fact Miss Lawson thought I could possibly sit next to you."

Ryder scoffed. "Please, the only reason you don't want to sit next to me is because you can't handle yourself."