Falling For Mr. Popular

Chapter Seven

*Chelsea's P.O.V*

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Spencer was currently trying to tell Jake and Katie what happened to me and the cashier, but failing miserably due to the fact that he keeps exploding with laughter every time he tries to say a word. Katie and Jake came around ten minutes ago and were sitting there with confused faces, as they were trying to figure out what the hell he was trying to say.

''Okay let me start ag-'' Laughs. ''So th-'' Laughs.

I irritably rolled my eyes. To be honest, it wasn't even funny, it was embarrassing.

''Okay Spencer we get it. The lesbian cashier hit on Chelsea. Whoop de doo!'' I faked cheered.

''Yeah, and you got her number too!'' Spencer boomed out another melodic laughter while clapping his hands like a seal. A retarded seal.

Soon enough Jake started to follow Spencer in laughing fit. While Katie was beside me with an eyebrow raised, her face clear with amusement. I sunk in my seat with my forehead against the table while my palms rested on the back of my head. The laughs immediately stop and bodies went rigid.

Shit, is it Mr. Scott? I thought.

I slowly lifted my head up but to my surprise it wasn't Mr. Scott. It was the blonde cashier. She had four ice-cream tubs on a tray. She purposely bended down, showing more of her cleavage but I quickly averted my gaze over to Spencer and found him hungrily staring down at her chest.

Typical eighteen year old boy.

"On the house.'' She said winking at me and sashaying away.

''Well as much as I love free ice-cream and all, we have to get home before our moms goes nuts looking for us.'' Katie informed, the 'we' part indicating me and her.

''We can stay for about 10 mintues and that's it.'' She said.

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Turns out we ended up staying there until the shop closed at 10 at night. But I think it was supposed to close at 9 but I guess the cashier sort of made an exception.

But I'm pretty sure I'll land 6ft underground the second I step inside my house.

''Ugh.'' I groaned.

''What?'' Spencer looked at me.

''What did I say keep your eyes on the road!'' I said angrily. Right now, Spencer was driving me back to my house.

''Geez okay, now mind telling me why you're in a pissy mood?'' He mused.

''Cause my mom is going to kill me for staying out this late.'' My voice muffled by my hands that was covering my face.

Spencer didn't say anything for a minute but he suddenly burst out laughing. Which made him almost go on on the other lane and crash into another car.

''You, Chelsea, you make me laugh.'' He chuckled.

''Shut up it's not funny.'' I grumbled.

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''Um, thanks for driving me and um, all.'' I awkwardly said to Spencer, before hopping out and closing the door behind me.

He rolled down the passengers window and exclaimed, ''No problem, but remember I scratch your back, you scratch mine!''

I hopped on the last step on my porch and waved, ''Bye! Now get out of my garden!''

''Well, now that you said that, I'm going to take my precious time leaving.'' He replied while cooly tapping his index finger on the steering wheel.