Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.8.If I Throw a Stick Will You go Away?<3

I haven't been this embarrassed since my talent show. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, in my mind I'm hoping I would have said 'back up jack' but if I'm being honest with myself... never mind I'm going to lie to myself. Charlie is here, how in the world do people keep coming in? Why do they keep coming in? It is clearly past the hours of operation, the open sign is not plugged in, and yet here are 2 men who just waltz in like they own the place. I'd like to move from this embarrassing position but yet again I'm frozen in place and I can't seem to pick up my feet. They're like hundred pound weights. I'm still trapped in his arms, his hand is still holding mine as we grasp the spoon and his chest is centimeters away from my back. "Hey cousin, what happened to the football game?" Lucas all but hisses at him. He's clearly not happy his cousin is here.

"It's a little past 10 now. I was driving to the party and saw Riley's car, then yours." For whatever reason I'm brought back to reality and I immediately pull my hand off the spoon.

I give him a small smile and glance at Lucas. "Keep stirring." I demand in an effort to make this less awkward. "H-how did you get in?"

"I knocked actually several times, but when no one came I opened the door and it was unlocked." Me and that lock are going to go round and round before this evening is through.

Lucas laughs effectively diverting our attention to him, "You unlocked it when I was chasing you." And that's when I remember my desperate attempts to escape him in his flour filled rage. His soft eyes flicker towards Charlie and they instantly turn to a glare. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too." He jokes and takes a few more steps inside, "Where there's a Riley there's bound to be a Lucas Friar waiting to pull a prank on her."

Since when did he care so much? It isn't like he did anything to help all those years ago. He didn't laugh, but to quote Janice Ian from Mean Girls 'there are two types of evil people in this world. People who do evil and people who see evil stuff being done and do nothing to stop it'. I wouldn't consider Charlie 'evil' but he was definitely part of the problem, along with half the school. But I never really got mad, people thought Lucas would get mad and use them as a new victim. Why must I be so nice? I wave it off and start laughing, "He hasn't pranked me since the whole Jell-O tossing in the pool thing."

"Ah sweet cheeks." He scolds, "You're forgetting a few days ago when you wore those clothes that you 'think' made you look like a 'hussy'. Which it didn't." I shiver at the memory of his hands holding my hips tightly. "You have to give me some credit. I consider that a prank since I've been slacking as of late."

And that makes me petrified, 'I've been slacking as of late'. Does that mean he's going to stop slacking and pick up on his game? And my defensive side is back ladies and gentleman. "If I throw a stick will you go away?"

"Probably but like the dog I am I'll come running right back sweet cheeks. I'm loyal like that."

Growl. I'm growling. "Your name is going back to arch nemesis in my phone."

He chuckles and his green eyes brighten with mischief, "What did you change it to?" I finish adding the 'arch' into his contact name and give him a smug look.

"Nemesis."

Yes I am truly believing that what I'm saying is insulting him. He's basically telling me that he's going to quit slacking and he will always bother me because he's 'loyal'. Barf. "Everyone out!" I announce and take the fudge away from my 'arch nemesis'. "It's been good fun but I have to scream and regain my sanity." I start to push against Lucas' back in a feeble attempt to get him out of my sight.