Smash (previously ISTBBC) [Hiatus]

Chapter 4: Where do you get your eyebrows threaded?

If I could've slapped some common sense into myself I would've.

But I was at least trying not to look like a fool.

And failing.

"That's all you got?" He raised a polished eyebrow. I bet myself five bucks he plucked his eyebrows. Maybe even waxed or threaded.

So that, my friends,is how the next stupid thing came spilling from my mouth.

"Where do you get your eyebrows threaded?"

"I don't get them threaded."

"Plucked?"

"No."

"No way, waxed? Does that hurt more than threading?"

"Stop talking," his hand came over my mouth, efficiently cutting me off and making me choke on my own spit. Before I could stop myself or even remotely think things through, my tongue flicked out and made dreaded contact with his palm.

Immediately,he yanked his hand back to his body.

"What are you, five?" He shot me a glare while roughly rubbing his hands on his jeans.

I shook my head defiantly, " Nope, I'm five and half." I lifted my chin, feeling proud of the comeback that probably wasn't even all that impressive.

"Hardy har har. I'm laughing so hard you can't even tell," He deadpanned, while staring at me with a look that implied that he thought that I was batcrap crazy.

And I wasn't going to deny the fact.

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They say you learn something new every day. They weren't lying. In the span of 10 minutes I learned that standing next to a smexy man child is very awkward. A matter fact the silence was so deafening I ended up wanting to bang my head against a tree just to give myself something to do.

The roar of an engine pulled me out of my thoughts. After glancing up at the approaching car I turned my gaze to Mason.

"Are these the people you called?"

He ,of course, ignored me. Not much of a surprise there. A sleek black car pulled up and the passengers window rolled down revealing a brown haired boy.

"Hey, Mase. The tow truck's a few miles back." His gaze reached my form and he cocked his head to the size. " Who's the chick?"

Mason shrugged as if I chose to stay behind with him for no reason.

"There's the tow truck!" Another voice said from within the car. A guy with blonde hair and hazel eyes popped his head out the window and shot me a daring wink.

A tow truck pulled to a stop behind Mason's car. Well ,what was left of it.

"What happened here?" the driver of the tow truck stepped from his car with a baseball cap resting on his head.

Mason's eyes shot to me, a small smirk playing upon his face. " No clue, I came out of school and there my car was, completely destroyed," His words came out silky smooth, almost as if he had rehearsed them.

The man grunted and wrote something down on a clipboard. "You do know, kid, you have to fill out a police report?" The man sighed as if he had somewhere better to be.

"That won't be necessary just take her to the shop and I'll be there tomorrow to pick her up," he said ignoring the protests that came from the man soon after.

The man--his name tag read 'Rick'-- handed over the clipboard reluctantly for Mason to sign. After he was done he shoved the board into the Rick's hands--rudely, might I add.

Mason handed Rick a tip, grabbed my backpack, picked me up, opened the car door, and basically stuffed me like I was a rag doll into the back.

My eyes wandered over the interior of the car. It was actually quite spacious. Three people of the male species stared at me, taking in my --most likely-- raggedy appearance.

The trunk slammed shut and afterwards Mason sat in the open seat next to me.

"Drive," Mason said after buckling his seatbelt and my own. The guy who looked similar to the one in the passengers seat hit the gas pedal and off we sped.

Their eyes flicked to me every once in a while. I tried to play it off cool. Key word, tried.

"How you doin' ," the words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it.

Nice going, Ingrid.

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Hey guys! I'm so so so sorry for the longest wait ever. I had major writers block. However I busted through it. I know a lot of you probably don't even care anymore, but, if you still do feel free to throw virtual potatoes at me to express your anger. This long wait hopefully will never happen again. I'm also so sorry that it's so short. The next chappie will be longer, I promise!

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