The Bad Boy is my Best Friend

"Shoulders Like the Hulk."

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"Emberson!" Dad screams into my ear and I shoot up out of my bed slamming my head into his. "Ouch!"

"Why must you watch over me like a vulture!" I hiss and he rubs his head yanking the covers away. "No! My lover!"

"Emberson stop that! Get up or you'll be late for school!" He barks and carries my comforter away as I let out a sorrowful groan.

Ahh school, the most dreaded thing of a poor teen girls life. Will the big kids like me? Will I get the attention of the guy I like? Oh the hormones!

Letting out a moan, I sit up like a rag-doll and walk to my closet peering inside with morning eyes. Morning eyes, to me anyways, are when you must look about your surroundings with blurry and burning eyes. They also include those nasty eye boogers that my hands have yet to wipe away because it is 6:00 in the morning and I can look like this until I enter into public. Doing a thorough sweep of the closet, I grab a tank-top and capris tossing them onto my bed.

The tank-top itself will get me in trouble because, shoulders, and whatnot. I pull my jean jacket off tossing it over too and changing quickly. Next step: taming this god awful fuzzball I call my hair. I attempt at brushing it out, but fail and eventually just pull it up into a pony tail. A big fuzzy pony tail, because my mom has those naturally curly waves and I got the shitty hair that looks like a constant rainstorm goes on and I collet the humidity.

Last of all, I begin my makeup. My skin is brown, not white, not black, just brown. My mom was white, my dad is dark brown, tada, here I am! Many people come to me asking what tanner I use and whatnot, and they become shocked to realize that I don't usually tan. Anyway, off the topic.

I do the final touches on my eyeliner and walk downstairs smiling proudly. Mom is sitting at the table drinking her coffee with Dad at her side and I strike a victory pose.

"Done!" I cheer and he doesn't even glance up from the word search on the Daily Port.

"You were in their for an hour and forty-five minutes Emberson." He states and I grab my chin happily.

"And with time to spare." I sing as I grab a bagel and take a bite. "See you later!"

"Have fun sweetie!" Dad calls as I grab my old backpack and head outside of the door.

I hop off the final step and walk down the short little road path my dad made long ago and open the gate. Yes, it is a picket fence, no it isn't white, it is actually red.

I continue on following the road a ways down and turn right over the crosswalk. I stick out my legs and smile happily knowing they are freshly shaved. There, waiting at the bus stop, I find my first victim.

"Liam." I say and stick out my leg. "Feel it."

"Why must I do this every time you shave Em?" He mutters with a cigarette between his teeth as he pushes my leg away. "It gets old."

"Because, they are soft." I state and he takes in a draw and blows it my way. "Stop that!"

"Stop what? Did I do something?" He mutters blowing more smoke and I cough. "Oh, do you have a cold?"

"Smoking is bad for you." I say and he rolls his eyes as I take it out of his hand and stomp it into the ground. "Ha!"

"The hell Emberson! That was my last one dammit." He shouts and lets out a deep sigh. "You are going to pay for that." He looks over at me and I gulp stepping away. "Oh no, it's a surprise attack."

"Not one of those." I whisper shaking and he nods as he peers at my chest. "H-hey!" I flail hiding my chest and he snorts.

"First, there is nothing there to even gawk at." He says and I look down at my flat chest and shrug. "You are going to get in trouble for that outfit."

"Still?" I ask looking down and he points to the jacket. "I'm covered so they won't say anything."

"Like a jean jacket will stop them." He says as he pulls out a sucker opening it up and popping it into his mouth. "Because, you gotta watch out for those sexy shoulders."

"Oh yes, because you teenage boys can't focus with these out." I laugh and touch my shoulders and he shakes his head. "I smell a rude comment coming."

"No one would be aroused by your shoulders Em." He states and my jaw drops. "Not even a guy with a shoulder fetish."

"How dare you!" I shout and he rolls his eyes. "That is so rude. Why would you even say that?!"

"Because you're shoulders are kinda... big?" He says and nods. "Yeah big."

"How big?" I ask looking down at them self consciously as he measures them with his hands.

"Shoulders like the Hulk." He states and I let out a surprised noise and he shakes his head. "Not to mention your little noises are utterly unsexy."

"Stop being a meany!" I bark as I look over and see the bus coming forward. "You are the worlds worst best friend Liam!"

"I hear this every other day from you." He mutters as he pulls his sucker out peering at it. "How long with it take today?"

"That's it! I'm not speaking with you ever again Liam!" I shout as the bus comes to a creaky stop and the doors open.

I stomp my way onto the bus and he follows me as he switches the sucker around his mouth. I sit in the middle of the bus as he finds his way to the back. Some kids move farther up after seeing him and I shake my head softly as I look out the window. Many people know who the real Liam is, and even more people don't like him.

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