You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...

Christina's Crushes

This chapter is dedicated to oxforeveryoungxo (aka, Chelsea) simply because she gives me complements everyday. She gives Christina complements as well. She calls us weird. Thank you Chowchow!

Christina is officially on my murder list. She made me fall in love with her step brother in her fan fic which I'm not very happy about. Let's just say, I hit her with a hardcover book a couple of times and plan to take revenge on her in this update. But I still think you should check out her story (Now Im climbing the walls...) because its pretty funny.

Answer to the riddle was nothing. Thank you Christina, you googled it, didn't you?

That's all for now, bye!

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"You better run run run away, run away baby, before I put my spell on you!" I hummed Runaway Baby under my breath as I rummaged around in my suitcase. Where is that god damned beanie?

"Mwaha! Found it!" I announced in triumph. I pulled the animal hat out from under a discarded jacket and pulled it on. I'm not really sure what type animal it was, it was a mix between a wolf and a husky. Christina calls it a wusky. I'll stick with that.

After messing around in the pool for a good hour or so, we got out and came back up to my hotel room for lunch. I think Harry was cooking pizza. Or ordering it. Most likely ordering it because he's that lazy.

As I pulled my beanie out, I noticed the edge of a thin red book. Was that...? I slid it out from underneath my clothes and stared at it in shock. It was.

"Shit!" I whisper yelled. "Shit! Fuck! Whore! Cunt! Bitch! Bastard!" I swore rather loudly, throwing the cursed thing at the wall, as if it might magically disappear and never return into my life again. Huh, fat chance!

"Is everything okay in there?" Liam's voice floated into my little bubble.

"Just peachy!" I replied in a sarcastic voice while walking over and picking up what will be the death of me. I know what you're all thinking, what the hell's she on about? A book can't kill you! but that is where you are wrong, my friends! A book can definitely kill you, especially if it's an algebra homework book!

"It doesn't sound alright." Liam said, coming into my room. "What happened?"

"This.... thing!... had to come back into my life!" I exclaimed, shoving vile object at him. "Well guess what, homework? You're not attractive and I'm not doing you!" I yelled at it and threw it back into my suitcase. Liam went over and picked it up.

"Come on, I'll help you." he said, leading me out to the dining table and sitting down. He patted the seat next to him, obviously wanting me to sit down beside him.

"Yeah, like you can do algebra. The only people who can do algebra are the douche bags who invented it and annoying math teachers!" I retorted.

"I think you'll find that I actually can do algebra." he said calmly, once again patting the seat beside him. I sighed, giving up and slid into the seat.

"Okay, let's start with the first one. c+5d=2-d." he said, reading the first question.

"Oh that's easy! Crate Foil, plus five dance moves equals us two losing our dignity." I nodded, proud of my achievement.

"I'm not even gonna ask about that Crate Foil stuff." he muttered.

"It's mine and Christina's names combined!" I exclaimed excitedly. He just rolled his eyes.

"Look, this is how you do it." he explained, drawing a quick diagram on a sheet of paper and showing me how to actually understand the shit. I was fine at math until it decided to hook up with the alphabet! They should just get a divorce already and everyone would be happier.