Never Judge a Book by its Cover

Chapter 3 - Fricking Rockettes (above is Liam)

Liam's P.O.V.

"Damn, she is hot!"

Seriously Michael?! Shut up you idiot. I decided now would be a good time to shove him a little too hard.

"Ow! What was that for, man?" Michael asked while rubbing his now probably bruised shoulder.

Turning to look at him, I lost my silent glaring battle with the brat. "You're an idiot."

I guess me calling Michael an idiot made Tyler feel left out, so he just had to do something equally as stupid.

Putting his hand out to shake the new girl's hand he introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Tyler." She looked bewildered but she shook it anyway as he kept talking, "and I'm the hot one"

I swear he couldn't be any stupider.

"What's your number, cutie?" I guess I was wrong, ugh and he winked too. I seriously hate my friends, why are they such idiots. Oh gosh now Michael keeps looking her up and down. When did my friends become so infuriating?

"Sit down you moron, she doesn't want to give you he—"

Before I could finish the brat interrupted me, I should probably call her Beth now because apparently that's her name...but brat suits her so much better:

"I can speak for myself thank you very much," she said while sending me a glare. She's annoying, but it's cute when she tries to be intimidating. Wait what, scratch that. I don't mean that.

Looking at Tyler she kept running her mouth and pointed at me, "And as much as I hate to agree with the butt face over here, my number is none of your business." Then she narrowed her eyes at Michael. "And would you stop looking at me like that, you perv!"

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh after seeing Tyler's shocked face and Michael hanging his head down like a scolded puppy. Ha, that's what they get! She might not be so bad.

She turned to look at Isabelle, "You're actually related to him?!"

I take that back completely now, she's awful.

I can't take her anymore, she's so aggravating! "Yes, she is related to me thank you very much! Is that a problem? What are you doing at my table anyway? Didn't get enough of me this morning hmm?" I couldn't help but smirk.

She looks absolutely pissed, ha. Is that steam coming out of her ears? "Ugh! You have got to be kidding me." She turned to look at my sister, "I am so sorry for you." Isabelle just shrugs, geez thanks for standing up for your favorite brother!

She decided to look at me now with her annoying little face and shoved me in the chest with her pointer finger. Wait, when did I stand up and lean over the table? When did she? "And you! I'm here because your sister invited me not because I want to see you. Because I assure you, that's the last thing I want. And as far as I'm concerned it's not 'your' table" Now she's air quoting at me, real classy. "I can sit wherever I want, even if it's at this table, you jerk!" Damn, feisty.

She finally shut up and began eating her food, Lucy didn't give her nearly as much as she gave Tyler.

"Whatever brat, I don't even care." I know that wasn't as much of a speech as her response, but I figure my audible grumbling gave away my distaste for her.

"I have a name you know, butt face." Talk about a hypocrite.

My smirk was back, and it obviously was annoying her, "But brat just suits you sooo much better."

"My name is Elizabeth for your information, but people call me Beth."

"We both share a distaste for our full names," Isabella chimed in with a small laugh. She's trying to make small talk. Not going to work.