Ivy's League

Chapter Five: Oh, Sweet Mexico

Chapter 5: Oh, Sweet Mexico

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you remember something embarrassing that you've experienced and all of a sudden feel yourself spiraling into a pit of despair? Well, that's what I'm experiencing at the moment.

"You two know each other?" Charles furrowed his eyebrows, pointing and gesturing between the both of us.

I rolled my eyes and replied 'No' at the same time as Sterling responded with a 'Yes'.

"One at a time, please?" Charles begged.

Sterling threw me devilish smirk before turning towards Charles and grinning.

"Well, if you must know," he started off with fake nostalgia.

Here it goes. Oh god, I can already feel my cheeks heating up from the embarrassment.

"Ivy and I met on a nude beach in Mexico over the summer," he started. Charles heard this, and turned to me raising an eyebrow suggestively.

My eyes widened and I started to choke on my own spit, frantically waving my hands pleading Charles not to believe him.

"Don't worry about her," Sterling waved me off and continued to talk to Charles. "She caught my eye from afar, and came bounding over to me" he glanced at me as I was still coughing on saliva. "She asked for my number, but I lost it in the sand and I think she feels rejected, as If I didn't want to call her," he turned to me, grabbing my hand that was flailing around my neck into his own. "But I did intend to call you, Ivy. Especially after seeing you in all your glo-" My coughing finally began to die down, and I used my free hand to thump him on the head.

"Ow, woman!" he exclaimed, grabbing the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and faced Charles.

"That's not how we met," I deadpanned.

He laughed and shrugged, "I figured so,"

I sighed in relief, and then turned to Sterling giving him the deadliest glare I could muster.

"I was trying to find the Main Office on the first day of school, and bumped into that guy," I pointed a thumb at Sterling.

"May I just add, that she was shamelessly checking me out!" he announced.

"I was not! I just couldn't understand how someone could be that ugly!" I defended, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yeah, you and every person you've ever met," he retorted.

"At least I'm not a douchebag that yells at girls when he bumps into them!" I shot back.

"I didn't yell at you!" he corrected.

"You called me a vagrant!" I supplied.

"I'm just being honest."

"You're such an asshole!" I exclaimed, glaring at him.

"Yeah, well you're a bitch!"

"Fuck you, Jerkwad!"

"Right back at you sl-"

"Okay, okay, let's all calm down," Charles coaxed.

I took a deep breath in and out, trying to get out the anger in my system. I didn't know someone as nice as Charles could be friends with such an enormous douchebag.

A hot douchebag.

But none the less.

"Look, you two don't have to like each other," I hear Sterling scoff. "But at least, be civil?" he pleaded.