More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Brooke's POV

I held the door open for Wriley as he carried a sleeping Lani in bridal-style. He placed her on my couch. Adoration covered his face as he placed a blanket over her. "Goodnight, Lani."

"Night," she sleepily said. I should really make her admit things like she does when she's overly tired. Or she'll mix her words together and say something like "I'm gonna go swim with time..." Yeah, she's said that before.

"Bye," I told Wriley as I locked the door behind him. It's 1:36am and I'm tired. After Lani left at 8:30, Michelle challenged me to a Just Dance war. I should have said no. I suck at dancing and she's the complete opposite. She beat my sorry ass.

By the time 11 came rolling around we decided to make a Chinese supper. After I burned our first meal, Michelle cooked the orange chicken and rice perfectly.

I'm jealous of her. She's oober beautiful (which she is a complete idiot for because she doesn't believe it), strong (physically and emotionally), hilarious, caring, thoughtful, creative, and talented. She's an awesome dancer, singer, poet, writer, oboeist, singer, cooker, drawer, and colorer. Really, she's amazing. And if Alex hurts her more than be already has, he'll be fucking sorry. He has hurt her before. They go to church. He's stared at her since 8th grade! Never said anything, just stared. The things he made her think.... I don't like him.

Around midnight we watched Catching Fire and waited for Lani. Wriley surpassed his curfew set by Michelle. "He really tired her out," I told Michelle as I quietly shut my door to my room so Lani wouldn't wake up.

"Where is she?" Michelle questioned.

"Wriley carried her in bridal-style because she was sleeping. And then he put a blanket on her. It was so sweet."

"Aw," Michelle swooned. "But I have to talk to him. He went over his curfew." I couldn't help but laugh. Michelle's phone chirped signaling she got a text. "Can you hand me that?" she asked. Her phone's sitting on my dresser a couple feet from me. I grab it and look who texted. "Ooo! It's your tongue-buddy!" I sang.

Michelle's head snapped up. "Give it," she demanded.

I smirked. "Nope," I popped the "p". I opened the message as she got up.

ALEX: MITCHIE, U KNO U CAN TELL ME, RIGHT?

"Mitchie?" I questioned. I've never heard of her.

"What'd he say? Never mind, just give me the damn phone!" She jumped a crossed my bed grabbing phoneless-arm.

"He said 'Michelle I love you with all my heart! Now suck my dick.'" Mitchie for a hold of both my arms and ripped the phone out of my grasp. She quickly typed a response. "Who's Mitchie and what can she tell him?" my curiosity got the best of me.

"I'm Mitchie. It's a nickname for Michelle, stupid." She rolled her eyes.

"You are so funny," I said sarcastically. "What can you tell him?" I asked getting in my sleeping bag. I think it's rude when people sleep on their bed, leaving their guests on the ground.

Michelle turned out the lights and opened my door. "Nothing," she said getting in her teal, owl-covered sleeping bag.

"Tell me!" I whined.

"Well..." she stalled.

"Oh my God, 'Mitchie', just tell me." I quoted her nickname with my fingers.

"Fine. I was going to ask him if he would actually talk to me I'm church instead of just staring at me. But he will talk to me, right? I mean we were making out and then talking after."