Simple Manipulation

Chapter 6

What have I done? My god Peyton what have you done? I feel like I have summoned all the moose gods into one room where they all rampaged through the gates of hell and unleashed the part of me that says "ok" to the one person in the entire world that I would NEVER SAY YES TO! Did I seriously? Was I really that stupid? Am I normally that stupid or was I just stupid to the point that my maximum stupidity showed?

"Well technically you are normally at maximum stupidity." Nasher laughed walking by me.

"I wasn't talking to you ya little butt!" I said hitting him with a couch pillow.

"Peyton! Don't use those pillows! Mom likes those. Use these." Stacy said handing me a bigger pillow from the back of the chair she was seated in. "Plus it will hurt more!" She added with a wink.

I turned to Nasher with an evil glare.

"THIS IS WHY AMBER IS MY FAVORITE SISTER!" He shrieked darting away.

"OH YEAH? WELL I LIKE JARED BEST!" I yelled back only to hear a loud offended "Hey!" Come from Justin.

"AND JUSTIN!"

"AND MARREN!" I heard Marren yell barging through our front door.

"I swear It's almost like mom and dad already adopted her." Stacy mumbled holding her phone up to her ear. "If you all need me I will be in the kitchen talking to Drew about apartments okay?"

"Okay Stace." I said as Marren plopped down beside me.

She looked at me with her large signature grin plastered across her face, eyes flicking from me, to my phone, me, to my phone. I knew exactly what she was going to ask before she could ask it.

"Yes he texted me." I sighed.

"Well?"

"He wants the date to be tonight. But I haven't responded because a) I don't like the guy, b) I don't feel like it, and c) I don't like the guy."

"Peyton Stiller! You made a promise!" Marren's gasp shooting at me like a knife.

"It was not a promise! Besides he tricked me!"

Just then Marren's hands flew to the collar of my shirt pulling me right up to her face. Her green eyes were burning holes into mine. Her nose seemed to be blowing out more smoke than her smoking eyeshadow.

"Peyton do you know what a ship is?" She asked her voice lower than a whisper but carrying the wrath of the roman army along with Queen Elizabeth I's navy. I gulped knowing what this would come to.

"S-Something you uh sail on? On the ocean?" I asked my voice shaky.

When it comes to Marren, scary doesn't even cover it. When you mess with Marren, her anger becomes redder than her hair.

"No. Peyton, a ship is when you think two people who look good together or seem to fit get paired together. And I ship you and Luke. Don't sink my ship Peyton." She finished releasing my shirt sending me back into my original couch position.

"Peyton your friend is a psychopath." Nasher said walking by.

"I'M NOT CRAZY I'M A BLOGGER!" Marren yelled.

"Ok Marren what do I say?" I asked changing the subject from Marren's craziness.

"Just tell him okay. Then we will get you ready!" She squealed. "I brought my latest edition magazines. It mentions all the things you should and should not do, or wear on a first date. Of course this will technically be your second date-"

"Detention! It was detention!"

"I heard D so I'm assuming it was date." She said ignoring what I had said.