chapter three; maybelle's pov
i sit here on the bleachers, watching as the boys play football. "bet ya you can't kick it, simpson." ryder chuckles. my jaw clenched. brad attempts his shot but just only misses. "ha told ya. HEY EVERYONE, SIMPSON CANT KICK A FOOTBALL!" he laughs, along with everyone else.
"well at least i know how to insult someone properly. like yanno, saying someone can't kick is low even for you." brad smirks. i couldn't help but laugh. "w-what?" ryder chokes out. "yanno, it's called educationー ever heard of that?" brad says, walking towards me.
"you still can't kick!" ryder awkwardly laughs. what an idiot. "brad, that was fuckin awesome!" connor congratulates him with a pat on the shoulder. "someone had to say it, but i still know we're gonna get bullied," brad spat.
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"okay, i say we kick his ass ー no wait, kick his balls. then we'll know whether his testicles have really dropped or it just seems like he's gone through puberty." connor says between laughs. "that's great ide-" tristan begins. "connor why are you like this?" i cut tristan off.
"it's humour, sugar." he smirks.
"and so is your face but i don't joke about it going through puberty." i fake smile.
"ouch." he chuckles.
"would you fuckheads stop acting like five year olds?" james exclaims. fuckheads, harsh james, harsh. "haha says the one who pissed off because tristan ate your cookie," i smirk. "it was chocolate chip and it was the last one." he glares at me.
"and it was delicious, thanks jamesy boy." tristan winks. id do the same thing, tris. good job mate. this meeting was not going the way we'd expected it to go. of course connor had to go off topic and make up some stupid idea, but it was pretty funnyー ill give him that. "can we hurry up with the meeting please? im gonna miss the new episode of the walking dead." i say, using my arms as a gesture to hurry them up.
"fine fine, but i still want that cookie." james mumbles. wow.
"oh would you stop with the cookie shit? the main focus here is to find out what mcclaren has installed for us. if you'd listen and shutup, we could be outta here right now, but you losers keep talking!" i shout. at this point i was frustrated, frustrated as hell.
"right sorry turner, we can't help that were boys." brad says, smiling.
"i can't help it either." i say rolling my eyes. "anyways, let's proceed. anyone have any OTHER ideas, they'd like to share?" i question. i swear to god if connor says something stupid im going to choke him. "let's try and get it out of one of his little 'side chicks' there?" tris questions, curiously.
"don't you mean 'sidekicks'?" i ask.
"they're basically girls so no." he spat. well that's true, i guess.
"let's give that a try. but we gotta be lowkey and subtle about it. no funny shit." i furrow my eyebrows. these cockheads better listen.
"we may be losers but ain't no bully gonna hurt us!" brad exclaims. well said, my friend.
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"we're here maybelle." brad says as i hear a car park. of course i was gullible enough to let them take me on their little adventure, ugh im so dumb. he removes my blind fold and we venture out into the forest? why would they take me to the forest?! little shits.
"climb this tree babe." connor smirks. "no thanks, id rather kill myself by jumping from your ego to your iq." i spat; trying not to laugh. "ooooh." i hear the others say. thank you, thank you very much. i actually decided to climb the tree and brad did too.
brad kept squirming and it was annoying the shut out of me. "ew stop touching me!" i exclaim, feeling uncomfortable. "ooh getting some are we brad?" tristan wiggles his eyebrows. ew. "shutup evans." brad spat. i gasp.
"hey, simpson, don't you dare speak to your husband like that, mate." i say, shaking my head.
for the rest of the adventure we walk through the forest and look around. "quick question, why do you guys hang out with me?" i ask, looking down. "because you're fun, and you know how to control us." tristan says with no hesitation. "you always help us and we're very appreciative. thank you maybelle." james says, giving me a tight hug.
"we love you, we really do." brad smiles. aw the idiots are sucking up to me.
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i shut the door of my bedroom and slide down it. taking my phone out of my pocket and checking my notifications. 4 messages from cOnNoRs DiCk
con: who changed the name of this?
tris: uhm, that was me, sorry..
con: DISGUSTING
con: YOU FILTHY ANIMAL
me: personally i like it. it's super creative. #tristanismyspiritanimal
tris: #ilovemaybellemorethaneveryone
me: #trisismyfavouriteperson
brad: SNIBBIKBBKKB SHUTUP IM TRYING TO SLEEP ASSHOLES
me: its 9:00 mate????
brad: YES IK BUT BRADLEY IS TIRED AND DOESNT WANT TO BE DISTURBED BY LITTLE CHILDREN, GOODNIGHT.
tris: aw had a hard day hitting on maybelle?
james: oh god, here we go...
brad: im not gonna say anything, im too tired for tristans shit
brad: goodnight
me: GoOdNiGhT
AUTHORS NOTE
hope y'all are enjoying this book so far,, i personally love it
geesh these chapters take me like an hour and a bit to write ughhh
&& there was many time throughout this chapter where i mentally laughed
so hard that i almost cried.. kiddinggg but actually i thought some of this was pretty
funny lmao oops
GOOD DAy DUDES
