Chapter 22

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Babe's POV

I wake up to the most frightening sound ever, loud and sudden. I jump up and scream. Only to find Brent laughing hard and a horn in his hand. He takes the hat from his head into his hands laughing even harder.

“You ass!" I laugh throwing my pillow at him.

“You should. Of. Saw your face." He says in between his laughs. “You were all…" He says making a horrid expression on his handsome features.

“Why did you do that?" I laugh hiding my face from embarrassment.

“Because I'm bored, and I want you to get up to hang out with me." He smiles cheekily.

“No, I'm going back to bed." I say flopping back in bed, pulling the covers over my face.

“No!!! Everybody is up but you!" He complains. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!" He repeats over and over jumping on the bed.

“Okay, okay!" I groan.

“Lets go on a walk!" He says childishly.

“I'm not even ready."

  “So!"

“Brent, you woke me up. You can wait for me to get ready."

“Fine!" He pouts.

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I brush my thick dark hair and brush my teeth. I put on my teal shirt with a brown belt and tan pants. The belt will match perfectly with my brown boots Cameron randomly got me the other day.

Today I felt like doing something different so I where my hair down, and have two braids start from the sides and meet in the middle. I put a little eyeliner on my top lid and mascara to finish it off.

“Finally!" Brent groans. “It took you three years!

“Sorry. I was trying a something new with my hair."

“Well, you look pretty."

Brent's POV

Why did I just say that?! We just kissed, and got back to it being normal and I say some crap like that.

“Um. Thanks."

“Sorry, It came out-"

“No, no, I think you're cute too." She admits. “Crap!" She says quickly covering her mouth.

Say something funny! Say something funny!

“Word vomit!" I laugh.

“What?" She questions.

“Like, Mean Girls."

“Mean girls vomit when they speak?" 

“No like the movie."

“What movie?"

“The movie Mean Girls. Katy she says things that just come out, she calls it word vomit." I explain.

“Oh I've never heard of it." She shifts uncomfortably.

“Lets just go on a walk." I suggest.

“Yeah." She agrees.

As we walk in the hall, I thankfully see Nash.

“Hey Nash I need to tell you something." I say. “Can you come into the room with me for a second?"

“Sure?"

I pull him into Matt and my room.

“I just accidentally called her pretty, and we are going on a walk , and I couldn't blow her off, and now everything is all awkward!" I whisper, with my teeth gritted frantically.

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