Extraordinary

:Chapitre Deux:

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Chapter Two

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"Feel free to kiss me anytime," Lachlan whispered seductively.

I slammed my locker door in his face. "Why don't you take my books instead, boyfriend?" I suggested sweetly, dropping the entire stack on his feet.

He yelped in pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him scoop them up anyway.

"Karma," I shrugged noncommittally. 

Lachlan abruptly pressed me back against the locker bank, crashing his lips against mine. I clutched at his shirt, resisting the overwhelming urge to melt into the kiss and settled for kneeing him in the family jewels instead.

That poor boy wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.

"The... fuck..." he wheezed. I smiled charmingly as he doubled over in pain. Squatting down, I pounded his back lovingly. "Sorry, darling. It's a reflex."

He glared at me from beneath his lashes, making my heart stutter. "I think you've forgetten our deal."

I straightened up, begrudgingly giving him my hand to help him up. "Fake being your girlfriend for the rest of the semester. How could I forget my wonderful fate?" I asked sarcastically.

"Any future with me would be wonderful," he winked. Damn, this boy recovered quickly.

I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. "Okay, whatever. But remember: as soon as the semester is over with, I'm done. I never want to see your face again."

An unreadable emotion glinted in his eyes, and he stalked closer. "Whatever you say, sunshine," he sneered. I pointed at his shoes. "Your socks are untied."

Lachlan knitted his brow, following where I was pointing with his eyes. Once he saw my trick, he scowled. Tapping his Vans together pointedly, he almost mimicked Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz -- that is, if Dorothy suddenly became a spastic, epileptic ape.

"I'm only going to add more days to our deal if you keep trying to peeve me, Dee," he warned.

I rolled my eyes. "I fell off my dinosaur the last time I heard that one. I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever you throw at me, Faute." I paused, poking his nose with the eraser end of my pencil. "And don't call me Dee."

He grinned boyishly. "Whatever you say, Dee."

"Go die."

"So I can be your guardian angel?"

"Don't talk to me."

That only made his grin widen. "God, I'm going to love the rest of this semester," he chuckled. 

I scowled. "Just walk me to my next class, hoe."

He smirked, holding out his arm for me to take. I looked at it like it was diseased. "I have to touch that thing?" 

He gave me a droll stare. "It's not a penis."

I slapped his arm, rolling my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."

Lachlan shook his head sadly. "Poor Sherlock. He must have some pretty nasty constipation issues."

I buried my face in my hands. My next words were muffled by my fingers. "I bet your mother lobbed you out of a plane at birth, judging by your lack of brain cells."

He ran a hand through his hair. Something in his expression had changed. "If only."

I didn't know how to respond to that. So, I followed the good ol' trusty rule Kendra had taught me when she was younger: when in doubt, stick out your tongue. 

Lachlan laughed at my expression, swiftly pulling me to his chest. I gagged and shoved him away. "You don't have to take every opportunity to sexually assault me!" I pouted.

"Pfft. Who wouldn't want a piece of this?" he asked, gesturing to his body. I fought back my drool-reflex and glared.

"Really. You must have some serious issues to avoid succumbing to my charming good looks," he mused, stroking his chin. He appraised me carefully. "Or you're lesbo."

"I'm not -- stop changing the subject! And I'm not the one comparing arms to penises!" I shrieked.

His eyes rolled skyward. "I was only saying that it wasn't a penis," he said dramatically.

I looked at him flatly. "No duh."

"What, you've never seen a penis before?" he asked, moving his eyebrows suggestively.

"Of course I have!" I snapped defensively. His eyebrows got even higher. 

I could feel myself turning beet red. "In pictures," I clarified, stumbling over my words.

"You've been looking at pictures of male genitalia?" he asked loudly. A few people turned and stared. I slapped a hand over his mouth, dragging him into the janitor's closet. "Jesus! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demanded, glaring at him in the dim light.

A mop fell on his head. "Ow..." he muttered, rubbing at his hair. 

"You would worry about your hair in a situation like this," I grumbled under my breath.

His white teeth almost glowed in the dark storeroom when he grinned. "Gotta keep it looking pristine for the ladies."

"Who, your mom?"

"Grandmother," he corrected with a wink. "Which reminds me..." I watched him dig into his school bag, fishing out a neatly folded piece of paper. He thrust it towards me. "Take this."

I eyed it warily. "What is it?"

"Cocaine." He zipped up his bag. "Let's go get stoned, muthafuckaaaaa.'"

I sqeaked, throwing the paper across the room where it fluttered harmlessly to the floor. Lachlan laughed, bending over to retrieve it for me. "You're so easy."

A lock of hair fell into his eyes, and he carelessly brushed it away. "It's just my address. I need to introduce you to my dad."

"Why do I need to meet your dad?" I asked suspiciously. Maybe he was a pimp, and I'd inadvertently signed myself up for a career in prostitution. Next thing I knew, I'd be calling Lachlan 'Big Daddy' while strutting around with nothing on but fishnets, a whip, and a SMILE.

He gave me a weird look. "You didn't think I asked you to fake being my girlfriend for nothing, did you?"

I searched for a witty reply, but came up short. He was right. Reaching up, I pinched his cheeks. "Awh, wittle Lachlan wants to impress Daddy?" I cooed.

He grimaced, swatting me away. "Remember to show up at five today."

I put my hands on my hips. "And how do you expect me to get there, exactly?"

Lachlan gave me his signature smirk. "You weren't born with feet for nothing."

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