The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me

Chapter 41: Bananas & Squidward

The doorbell rings and keeps on ringing since Paige doesn't have any patience and sympathy for me as I had to leave my bed from upstairs and hobble all the way downstairs. We're meant to go out, and I know that not how you spend your suspension, your parents ground you, give you work, blah blah blah.

Mum's out of town, she gone to New York to go fix up this couples' wedding and she won't be back until Thursday. She kept and kept on apologising, but I told her it doesn't matter, truthfully this time, and plus I could do with some alone time.

Ever since I blabbed all my feelings to her, poured my heart out, we have this new relationship which was buried away way back when, and now we can actually feel we can say how we feel to each other which wasn't that all possible before. Paige however, is grounded, but Paige being Paige pretended come down with a fever, she drank banana milkshake and puked in front of her mum.

The bottle is just her way out to everything. Her lifeline. Anyways, so she's according to her Mum, 'tucked away in bed sleeping' and both her Mum and Dad work so she said she'd come over as soon as her Mum leaves for work.

I haven't seen Paige since the fight, she hasn't seen me either. We just talked over the phone and sent texts back and forth.

What if she's worse than me? I couldn't live with that. It was my fault she got involved an if she's battered and bruised for me I wouldn't be able to handle the guilt.

She's not just my best friend, she and Vanessa are the sisters I've never had. We gossip about boys, shop together, have sleepovers, and have the brief days where we won't speak to each other because of something stupid the other did. But like always, we make up in a spilt second and continue to raid each other's fridges whenever we come over.

The stupid doorbell continues to ring, the tone giving me already headache. I walk over to the door barefoot in my black jeans and oversized khaki sweatshirt already prepared to give Paige a piece of my mind when I see her face. "Fuck you Paige, you did that on-" The light of the day hit my eyes and it takes me a second to realise the boy in the blue shirt and black jeans with his hair ruffled up like always isn't Paige Green. His blue eyes greet me, his smirk making its way onto his lip-ringed lips.

"Who the fuck is Paige?" Flynn grins with a tone of mock and he dares to move past me and into my home.

Still in shock, I shut the door dumbly and if he can see 'confusion' written in market on forehead his face lightens answering the question before I even ask.

"I'm here because I know your suspended and bored as hell, so I decide to gift you with my presence." I scoff, knocking an eyebrow up challenging him.

Flynn's face drops before he runs his hand through his brown hair.

"And I didn't feel like going school and I was bored." He admits as I chuckle to myself walking into the kitchen taking a sip of the berry smoothie I only just made a few minutes ago.

Flynn ends up in the kitchen taking a seat on one of the cars tapping his fingers on the table as he curiously sees my shoes and keys resting nearby. "Where were you even going?"

He questions as he eyeballs the two glasses of smoothie I pour out in front of him. Grabbing the glass, I slide in front of him as he takes a moment to look at the liquid as if I'm poisoning but when he sees me roll my eyes, he takes it anyway gulping it down. ''Paige and I were meant to go to eat.'' Flynn wipes his top lip in haste, as he frowns at me. ''Who's Paige?''