Four Boys and One Girl

Chapter 8

FOUR BOYS, ONE GIRL AND 1 CRAZY HIGH SCHOOL YEAR

CHAPTER 8

This chapter is dedicated to @TheGirlThatLaughs_ for writing one of my best stories on WP.

"Callie get me this, Callie get me that...blah, blah, blah!" I mimicked Easy mockingly. Damn he was so annoying! What happened to the five magic words? Ugh!

I was distracted when I saw a familiar figure. Someone I would remember anywhere and time.

"Hey, Liam!" I smiled cheerily when I reached him.

He was lost in thought because he didn't answer immediately.

"Liam...?" I dragged out his name for emphasis. "Hello, Liam?" I snapped my fingers in his face

"Oh, hey Carl." He said with a smile that was clearly forced.

"What're doin'?"

"Nothing much. Haven't seen you in a while, are you okay?"

"Yes, why would you think I'm not?"

"No reason, just a thought."

There was an awkward pause, then an unbearable relatively awkward silence. I kept shifting from one foot to the other. Damn why had been looking for Liam again? Right, Piper Nolan.

"So, not trying to be nosy or anything but who was the blonde girl?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The blonde girl that came to see you earlier...?" I trailed off hoping he'd get who I was talking about.

You probably didn't know this but let me tell you, I know all about Piper and Liam's history thanks to the gossip mill of lovely Ethan and Rori. Apparently, they'd been kindergarten/elementary/middle school/a little bit of high school sweethearts. You know after the best friend charade, hiding of feelings... and all that chick-flick shit clichés, they end up together. Sadly, Piper found Liam's brother more appealing and decided to lose her virginity to his brother instead of her own boyfriend. And I thought she was such an idiot! I mean how can you not save your V-card for this lovely piece of attraction?! What a total waste of the whole history doo-daa. She needed to be slapped on her blond-haired face. But all in all, I really did feel bad for Liam, he didn't deserve such treatment.

"Oh you mean Piper? She's not important, just an old friend." He replied with hurt in his eyes.

"Are you sure Liam? She seemed more than that." My eyes softened and I resisted the urge to touch his arm.

He looked at me, as if he was contemplating whether or not to tell me about Piper or not.

"Well she is—I mean was more than a friend."

Seeing him like that made my heart stir... wait, did I just say that? Why did I just say that?!

"Well, you can tell me...if you want, I mean."

And surprisingly he did, he told me everything. I felt like a therapist listening attentively to her client's problems.

"... and what was worse was that she kept on telling me she loved me when she clearly didn't. I gave her my heart and she fucking fucked my brother." He ended, anger and rage present in those blue eyes.

I let him let off the steam before I gave him a smile, "Well, if it makes you feel better I think Piper is a lady-whore."

"What the hell is a lady-whore?" He chuckled; yep there's that adorable smile.

"Hm, let's call it Piper: the first lady-whore in history."

He laughed again, God who said I wasn't gonna make it in life...? I just found my talent ladies and gentlemen. I would make a great therapist.

"Thanks Carl, I needed that. And yes, Piper the lady-whore."

"She sure is. I mean who wouldn't fall for you? You're extremely hot." I blurted out stupidly.

"Um, what?" he turned to me with a confused/shocked expression.

"Uh, scratch that I mean...you have a good personality, yes personality." I chuckled nervously. You are an official numbskull Callie.

"Okay..." he looked at me in a weird way. "But if this get's out, your dead meat. Understand?"

I smirked evilly. "Why? Don't want people to know you're a softie?"

"Carl!"

"Fine, okay." I laughed lightly, "Pinkie promise?" I said holding out my little girly pinkie.

"Pinkie promise." He laughed intertwining his large pinkie with mine. I felt funny when his finger touched mine.

Again, where the hell did that idea come from?!

...

I walked to my dorm feeling happy for some reason I didn't understand, maybe it was because I helped someone...or Liam, solve his problem?

Okay, so maybe I'll admit I did have a slight—okay huge (combining his sensitive nature and attractiveness) crush on Liam. I wasn't sure of it but there was a chance. I smiled to myself at my new discovery when I entered my dorm room, completely unaware of my surroundings.

"What are you smiling like an idiot for freshman?" Easy spat mockingly.

Oh there were still people like him in this world. "None of your business. And how many times will I tell you I'm not a freshman?"

"I find that hard to believe." He smirked. Irk, stupid fool.

"Buzz off, Easy. I'm not in the mood right now."

I walked to my bed but I still felt his eyes on me. What was he looking at? Fucking retard.

"What?" I said when he wouldn't stop staring at me.

"Where are the snacks I asked you to get for me?"

Right...Easy asked for snacks. That was the main reason I left the room. And insert nervous laugh here. I was too caught up with Liam I forgot all about Easy.

"Uh, yeah I forgot...sorry."

"Well...?" He said, still looking at me.

"Well what?" This was getting exasperating.

"Aren't you gonna go get them?"

"Again? The food court's miles from here." I whined, my eyes widening.

"Well my stomach is hungry, I'm pretty sure you can endure walking a few miles."

God I hated this kid! So fucking obnoxious. I stormed out of the room, giving him a death glare that could practically melt his stupid head.

"Fucking Bastard!" I screamed before slamming the door shut.

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A/N : [unedited story, written at age thirteen : if u keep on reading, pls do with that in mind and with thorough caution.] easy walsh at the top. cute right? I know. I know its short, but you will NOT believe how many mosquitoes come out at 12:00 in the morning...there're so many! those pesky little things. thanks for reading anyways!