I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-One

"This is just so freaking awesome!" I snarled sarcastically, dropping my head,irritated, onto the luggage in front of me. When it came into contact with my steel-like luggage, it caused a loud 'thud' and my head started to sting.

Dang! I shouldn't have done that.

"And who do we have to blame?" Brenny stated in a not so amused tone as he plopped down in one of the seats across from me, with a table separating us in the middle.

Like the really matured teenager I was, I stuck my tongue out at his smirking face.

How I want to smack him left right up down right now to wipe it off his handsome face.

After a long duration of me shooting daggers at him, I shifted in defeat and cried out, "Alright! Alright! I'm sorry, it was my fault, okay? What should we do now?"

"Easy. Since we've already checked out from our room, we can't possibly go back now without having to pay a hell lot of money again, even for a day. So, the only choice we have right now is to share a rent on the beach." He suggested.

"Is there any other options available? Like you know, we can camp in the airport! Yes! Then we would have free air conditioning!" I nearly shouted, proud of my suggestion.

I'm fine with spending a night with him, but in a tent where there are endless amounts of mosquitoes and other creepy crawlies, not forgetting the humid summer heat, no thank you.

"No way am I spending a night in the airport. It's so weird! People would be staring at you like you're homeless!" He shrieked.

I think we are homeless now, I thought, but kept the comment to myself.

"No way am I going to spend a night in a tent! It's so hot!" I grumbled, not helping the situation at all.

"And with a sexy guy named Brennan Smith next to you, I guess it might get even hotter." He smirked.

True, but no way am I going to admit it to him. His ego doesn't need to get even more inflated than it already is.

So, I simply just glared at him with annoyance.

"Fine! Unless you prefer to ask if we can crash at Alex's beach house," he shrugged his shoulders a little and continued,"I wouldn't mind, because it's a whole lot better than sleeping in the airport. Plus, I think they have an extra room."

Breathe in the same oxygen as them again? Ha ha. Once again, no, thank you.

"No way in hell! I would rather you chop off my head now and feed it to the sharks." I grunted.

"So, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" He finished and got up from his seat, and waited for me to follow suit.

"To where?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, not willing to bulge. Was he serious about chopping my head off and feeding it to the sharks?

Oh god! I was only joking. Besides, I think the sharks would be too disgusted to even take a second glance at the pieces of my head. Ew, that's just too gruesome!

"To pitch our tent, silly! It's turning dark soon." He sighed.

Oh right. That stupid tent. I got up from my comfortable seat grudgingly but still followed him nonetheless.

Clueless as to how we ended up having to sit in a tent?

Care to know the real reason?

Hmm, let me fill you in.

• 5 hours earlier •

Straight away after my 'romantic' breakfast with Brenny, we have an hour long make out session. Who can resist the urge of having those tasty looking lips of his on yours? Definitely not me. I can still vividly remember how his lips had a faint chocolate taste in it. I wouldn't mind having them on mine again.