The Bad Boy Neighbor

Chapter 13

     That's Brooke's hair above^
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Clara decides to curl my hair, but I insist on having a braid somehow intertwined in it. So she takes what used to be bangs and braids it above my forehead. I goes along the left side of my head about halfway. The bottom of my hair is curled perfectly.

This took a dreading two hours just for the hair. After I got dressed and Clara was about to start on my hair I was hungry, so we took a break. Every bite I took Clara reminded me not to spill on my clothes. And every time I waved her off, rolled my eyes at her, or just glared at her. Which in doing so, made her laugh.

We ate and immediately went back to getting me ready. Which really could of waited till later, but Clara insisted on doing it early. After my hair Clara demanded I put on makeup, but I refused. I don't like wearing make-up. And in doing so I don't even own any, except foundation. I only wear that though when I'm trying to hide a pimple or I've been crying and don't want anyone to notice.

After a while of convincing, I allow her to do the bare minimum. She brings over her make-up and puts on foundation, concealer, and eyeliner. She wants to put on mascara, but I don't want it getting wet at the lake and smearing. She had water proof eyeliner, but not mascara, which I thought was funny.

I am ready by four thirty, which is way to early so me and Clara sit on the couch and watch Tv. After a while of scrolling through movies on Netflix we decide on Hotel Transylvania 2 because it's actually a pretty funny movie.

I go in the kitchen and pop some popcorn. And when I return Clara looks at me, well the popcorn, with wide lustful eyes. She grabs the bowl and just shoves handfuls in her mouth. I'm not even phased anymore by this. I know Clara isn't afraid to be weird around me so I just expect it, but when I try to grab some popcorn she swats my hand away.

Hell no! No one takes away my popcorn when I want it. I look at Clara with vengeance in my eyes. She just looks at me with pure horror. I lung at her and the popcorn goes flying. We wrestle in a pile of popcorn until we hear a knock on the door. We freeze in our position and stare at the door. I'm pinning her to the ground while holding her right arm and she's pushing my stomach with her foot.

I get up and rush to the door. As I open it Thomas stands there looking amazing. He has a dull baby blue sweatshirt on with jeans and a matching beanie. The only thing that's not blue is his shoes, their black converse. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"What are you two doing?" He asks while looking at my hair. I leave the door to go look in the mirror by the kitchen. I have popcorn all over. It's in my hair, on my clothes, and even in my shirt. Quickly I begin picking it off of me. Luckily my hair isn't too messed up. The braid is the only thing that needs repairing.

When I return to Clara she has the same situation. Popcorn everywhere. Thomas helps her get it out of her hair while she gets it off her clothes.

"Just think we could be eating this popcorn right now if someone wasn't so stubborn." I say staring at Clara.

"Oh shut up!" She says playfully, glaring at me. I just laugh. She takes one look at my braid and runs to me, leaving Thomas with his hands in the air, where he was about to grab another popcorn kernel.

"Your braid! Here let me fix it." She says sitting me down on the couch and playing with my hair. I roll my eyes and smile. Thomas is staring at the both of us with a smirk, probably thinking we're a bunch of goofballs. Which, indeed we are.

Clara finishes my braid in seconds. She really has this down. When she's done she looks me over and smiles. Only her smile resembles how proud she is of her work. Like this was her masterpiece.