Meeting Mr. Bork

Chapter Cuatro

"Dad I'm home!" I announced as I dropped my school bag by the rack at the door. I passed by his home office as he greeted me. Well, that is if nodding while not taking his eyes of papers on his desk, counts as a greeting.

"The girls are here. They're gonna sleep over tonight, mmkay?"

"Okay." Dad brushed it off. "I'll order pizza for dinner."

"Thanks, dad."

"Oh, and girls?" Dad continued with a pointed look on his face. "Don't make much noise, okay? I need to concentrate on my work... that means you Elle." Dad gave a small smile. Elle grinned back sheepsihly.

"No promises."

We all agreed to have a sleepover today, since everybody's been stressed lately. School work, Valentines, and kidnapping.

We went upstairs and prepared all the things we need for our sleep-over. The usual, we formed a small circle on my queen sized bed, with snacks in the middle.

Once we were all settled, all of them stared at me, not saying a word. I shot them all 'WTF?' looks.

"What?"

Frankie was the first to speak.

"Colton talked to us today."

I raised my brow, pretending not to care. "And you're telling me this, why?"

"Have you been living under a rock? He obviously likes you!" Massie stated. I sighed, knowing fully well not to argue with my friends when they're ganging up; one can never win.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"Alright, he likes me. Happy?"

"Why do I feel like you're just saying that to shut us up?" Elle said, narrowing her eyes on me.

"Because I am." I said impassively. Elle made an attempt to talk again, but I quickly cut her off by turning the television on and raising the volume.

I didn't want to hear another word about Colton Bork; his name came up so many times today, it could stay in my head for a lifetime. I'd really rather talk about something else... like Harry Styles, Kendall Schmidt, or Jeremy Sumpter, or Taylor Lautner or...

"I love Drake!" Massie suddenly screamed out of the blue.

... Or we could talk about Drake.

The rest of the girls looked at her with weird out stares.

"We don't care." They said in sync. Massie glowered.

"How could you not? He's hot, athletic, smart,"

"And he's a player." Aleesha added.

"Whatever. He'll change his player ways for me!"

"Keep dreaming... babe." Max snorted. Massie glared at her.

"Before the M&M's were about to lash out on each other," Aleesha quickly cut in.

"Get it? M&M, short for Massie and Max? Did you get see my pu- ah, forget it."

"So, Chelsea, tell us when will your date be so we can prepare." Aleesha said. I shot her a confused look.

"What date?"

"Your date with Cole, duh!" Max answered, giggling.

"I'm not going on a date with Cole."

"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!" Elle screamed.