The One

The One (7)

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to this egoistic flirting jerk who always calls me a nerd and isn't satisfied with his place in the bowling competition and never gets mad at me and still has the ability to make me so pissed off for giving me the inspiration to write this chapter.

~Felicia~

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I fished it out and as expected, it was from the lazy guy next door who was crashing my bed now.

He didn't even bother to come over and talk to me. Or at least write on the window with a marker. I can read backwards, not like a certain particular someone...

S: Hey.

F: What? Don't lie on my bed like it's nobody's business.

S: The deal, Cinderella, the deal.

F: That's why I'm not chasing you out.

A few minutes ticked by. I knew he saw my message but for whatever reason he had, he wasn't replying me. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate again.

S: Who told you?

I grinned to myself. Either he really didn't know, or he was pretending not to know.

F: I said, the wind.

I could practically hear him snort as he read my lame reply.

S: Spill. You don't wanna make me impatient.

If there was one thing I hated about this guy, it was the way he always thought he could do anything he wanted. He may have charmed nearly the entire female population with that flirting smirk of his, but he couldn't charm me.

F: So? What if I do?

I could see his face going redder and redder by the minute. I laughed silently at his reaction.

F: Your reaction is hilarious.

Steve looked up, surprised, as if he didn't know that I could see him through that gigantic window. He saw me smirking and got even more pissed off.

S: Shut the fuck up. Just tell me who it was.

F: And if I don't want to?

He wasn't used to people disobeying him, I could tell. He threw his phone against the wall and was shaking with fury. Jeez, why was he making such a big fuss out of this?

He stomped out of my room and slammed the door so loudly until I jumped. That guy had serious anger issues. I sighed and went back to my room.

-Steve-

I hated it when people kept secrets from me, no matter how small the secret was. Even though I knew it was Damien who said it, I didn't like it when Felicia didn't want to admit it.

Trying to save her boyfriend. What a coward you are, Damien.

I swung the door to Damien's room open and saw him with his arm around Andy, that girl from bio class. Whatever.

I gave him a look that plainly meant business. He got the hint straightaway. "Sorry Andrea, but could you leave us for a sec? Steve wanna talk," he looked at Andrea with doggy eyes.

Andy, or whatever the hell her name is, shook her head. Bitch. "Can't you talk in front of me?" she demanded fiercely.

"Of course not, Andrea sweetheart," Damien tried to calm her down. I was getting more and more annoyed by the moment.

"I don't care, Damien. I want to stay here!" she screeched.

I'd witnessed this scenario countless times. Normally, I would just wait for Damien to finish his business, but I was seriously pissed off now. I was in no mood to entertain any bimbotic behavior.