Pizza-line Bling

BBQ Chicken Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

Being a not-so-popular person all my life, I had never thought of being in my current situation; both my cell phone and my home-phone ringing unstoppably, my door bell being pushed at least a million times by now, and my laptop as if it had been hacked, notifying me for messages every five minutes.

What would you do?

Perfect show, isn't it?

What am I even doing with my life?

"Leslie, darn it! Do something about this! I am trying to take a relaxing bath," my mum shouted from the bathroom.

Dad was out, picking up some movies for him and my mum to watch after lunch and I was stuck with her and a billion ringing sounds annoying my ears.

Ding dong!

I run to the front door picking up the home phone sitting on the coffee table as always next to the TV remote.

"Hello?" I asked in the phone, opening the door, addressing both people.

At my doorstep was standing Spencer. His hair looked like a mess and his eyelids looked like they would fall any moment now. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a hoodie, which clearly meant he wasn't feeling that well, considering that it's nearly July and hot as heck.

"Les, why won't you answer my calls?" Katerina literally screamed through the phone before anyone else could speak a word.

"Aye, Katerina," Spencer's eyes looked up immediately. "I'm sorry, I was laying on my bed and I felt too lazy to get up." I laughed awkwardly, once seeing Spencer's face expression.

I signalled that he comes in and closed the door behind us.

"I wanted to apologise for yesterday," she paused and took a breath. "I-I thought you liked Drake and you and Spencer were only friends," she paused to take a breath. "I thought that maybe a boyfriend could help me fit in high school and make-"

"Jeez, Kat, stop it," I smiled. "It's okay. I may be a little hurt by whatever you have," -Lie, lie, lie- "but I get it. Neither you nor Spencer should feel bad about it. It's not like we were official anyway," I gave him a small nod.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed.

"Are you sure you are okay with this?" Katerina sighed. "I mean he acted like he wanted you only to get on Drake's nerves and he was with me the entire time."

Time to get into the acting.

"What do you mean to get in Drake's nerves? The guy wouldn't even talk to me anyway," I faked a cry.

"About that-" Spencer stood up from the couch and walked towards me. "I made him ignore you because I thought I wanted you." Ouch, much? "But then something clicked between Katerina and I, and I didn't know what to do and how to tell you," he got the phone from my hand and ended my call with Katerina. "I even thought of making you get bored of me and eventually stop talking to me, but you're too goodto do that."

"Why didn't you let Drake know that he can talk to me again then?" I raised an eyebrow, feeling the anger rising in me.

"One word, three letters," he shrugged. "Ego."

"One word, three letters," I started walking to the front door. "Out."

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"Such an actress," Drake shook his head, laughing.

I was at his house, making him some brunch and re-telling the story of the previous day, this time more detailed.

"Kicking him out was the least I could do to him. Thank goodness Katerina didn't listen to that." I chuckled. "The poor girl isn't the one to blame at all. I'm somewhat sorry for her," I flipped a piece of bacon with a fork and let its other side become perfectly crispy.

I turned myself around and glanced at his fast fingers typing something in his phone. What if he was texting another girl?

"So," he cleared his throat. "My grandma has an appointment with her doctor later today and I was thinking if you probably... Um... I guess you don't, but do you want to-"

"-Come along? Sure," I shrugged, serving all foods on our plates.

Drake shook his head and helped with the dividing. "Actually... Yeah, that too. But I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out afterwards."

"With or without your grandma?" I raised my eyebrow. I sat down on the table across from him without breaking eye contact, and waited for his response.

"Which one do you prefer?"

I chuckled and finally took a bite of my brunch. "I asked you first, didn't I?"

He rolled his eyes but didn't answer. A couple minutes later he told me he would pick me up at seven – no details included.