"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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"ARE WE AN ITEM? GIRL QUIT PLAYIN'. ARE WE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT ARE YOU -"
"'you can pick out a song' does not translate to 'belt out to Justin Bieber like a 2009 fan girl'." Zac chastised as he rudely turned the song off, breaking me from my momentary burst of fame.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "How dare you insult me and JB at the same time?"
"JB belongs in the dumpster, and call me chivalrous, but I say you belong...somewhere else." he mumbled the last part, Katy Perry blasting through the speakers.
I gave him an incredulous stare as he shot me an innocent look, letting me know he knew exactly what I was about to say. "So, you yell at me and call Justin Bieber trash," I voiced matter-of-fact, "and you think it's okay to scream the lyrics of California Gurls?"
"It's a catchy song." he retaliated, shrugging his shoulders and continuing his ear-splitting serenade.
A minute later, we were both bobbing our heads to the song, screaming out the lyrics in different squeaks and squeals.
If only Pitch Perfect could see us now.
"Told you it was cat -" he started.
"- don't ruin the song, you imbecile." I finished for him.
He grunted in response, but I didn't miss the brief flash of amusement coursing through his eyes. "Has anyone ever told you that you're excruciatingly -" he was once again, interrupted by me.
"- amazing? Yeah, all the time!" I cheered in fake enthusiasm.
Truth was, I wasn't mad over the little music incident earlier. What I was, however, mad at, was the fact that my parents had left on yet, another business trip, and had the nerve to break the news to me over a sticky note.
A freaking sticky note.
I know we're all supposed to save on trees, and all, but this was just pitiful. I mean, didn't they have the sense that their own daughter would want to know where her parents were going to be for the next 3 weeks?
"Hazel? Hey, hazel, stay with me here," Zac was snapping his fingers softly in front of my face, snapping me out of brooding daze, "what was going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
I know he was only trying to offer me some soliciting advice, but at the mention of 'little head', I was fuming all over again. Maybe it was partly because of my parents, and I was probably about to get my period. Or maybe it was simply his presence.
