The Bad Boys Laugh

Chapter Nine

'Beep!'

'Beep!'

'Beep!'

Feeling like Spiderman whenever smashing the alarm clock down because the sound was too loud for my poor 'just waking up' ears, I rolled out of my bed with a kick to my step. It was Saturday morning, and it was completely and utterly free. I DIDNT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!

Pulling on a pair of yoga pants, I wandered downstairs in just them and a big tshirt. Yawning, I took a U-turn into the kitchen, and found Mr. and Mrs. Hunters in it, chatting with my parents about some sort of plans.

Plans.

Plans?

PLANS!!

This is my week to 'babysit' Shonn Hunters, starting today, my entire happy persona turned off like a switch. Both of the Hunters looked at me up and down. Mrs. Hunters was the first to say anything though, "If you are going to try and unimpress my son, I would suggest you put on something not so provacative."

Looking down at my pajama's, the feeling of wanting to knock the woman out went through my hand, only for it to slowly dissipate whenever Mr. Hunters chortled, and put his hand on his wifes shoulder.

"Oh Joy and her jokes." She looked up at her husband with a smile spread across her lips, and she threw her hand out in front of me.

"Its so nice to meet you Aris. Abraham Johnson has told me quite a bit about you. You happen to be the only girl I havent seen that little sexual predator have googoo eyes over." I grabbed her hand, shaking it, trying to forget that she was an awful joke maker, and she continued. "But who really is attracted to lesbians?"

Her husbands eyes widened, and he nudged her. She released her grip from mine, and looked around almost confused. She really was the cliche rich blonde bimbo. Beautiful, yet oblivious to most of anything that doesnt revolve around her. Her husband seemed more considerate than her, and he was born into wealth, wherest she married into it.

The clock in my kitchen began making the sound 'clickclickclick' meaning that it was completely and utterly quiet in the house. My parents were awkwardly standing in the back, excluded from the conversation, and apparently not wanting to participate. And, considering my moms forgetfulness, and alcohism on the day of it, she forgot to tell my dad that she told the Hunters I was a lesbian for money purposes.

If I ever was though, he would only be mad because he had to be told by an outside source. We might not be the closest family around, but he did want to know about what was going on in my life. My latest fights, grades, and how drooling over Daniel Sharman was going. I would have to talk to him after the Hunters left so he didnt give me the silent treatment for the next month.

Mr. Hunters ended the silence by coughing, and looking back at me, he ran his fingers through his hair in a very Shonn way, and went to speak. "The weird thing about you coming over though, is that whenever we asked Shonn what he thought about it, he seemed more pis- excuse me - angry than anything. As if you had done something really bad to him. Do you know anything of the sort Aris?"

Shrugging, I dodged his body that was covering the counter, grabbed an apple, shot them a salute, and bolted out of the kitchen, and went up the stairs.

Perhaps it was rather immature of me, but I couldnt really bring up the topic of their son being a mass player. Could I? Or the fact that he had been trying to tack me up as one of the people that let him get in their pants for the past couple of weeks, no, that definitely wouldnt have been a good conversation.

'Yeeaah, I know your son. He's a douchebag, asshole, fuckface that has broken so many hearts that he probably doesnt even have one himself. Yeah, he does make my stomach do backflips whenever I see him. No, I dont think I could give him a chance. He's sulking in his bedroom because he didnt win his challenge, well hell, tell him to call any girl on his cell, Im sure theyd give him a nice bl- Wait! You want me to stop saying crap? Yeah like thats going to happen.'