Trouble Maker

#5

Chapter Five

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Forty five minutes after walking out of history Chris and I were still as far away from Paige as anyone else.

Sitting on your best friend’s front porch while it’s starting to rain was definitely not how I imagined skipping class would be like.  I kind of figured that when Paige saw us she would immediately run into our arms and pour out her problems to us.

Not throwing a blanket out the window and telling us that if we stayed there we would die of hypothermia.

But then again, Paige is utterly unpredictable. She fled back into the house about fifteen minutes ago and hasn’t reappeared since. Chris, being Chris, decided the smartest option would be to try and break in. Although his theory would somehow be very effective if Paige hadn’t bolted the doors, it remained useless.

“Paige! Open up! We’re dying out here!” Chris yelled to Paige’s slightly open bedroom window. The response for his desperate cry for help was that of Paige slamming the window shut and making the gutter quiver, which then promptly tipped itself all over Chris.

“This sucks,” Chris sat down beside me on the porch steps and pulled the blanket around his shoulders. Without offering, he slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled the blanket around us both.

“Hey Chris,” I whispered, my breath making misty trails in the air.

“Yeah?” Chris shuffled a little closer, his warm hand making a small circle on my shoulder.

“You know Diana Simons?”

“Diana Simons?” Chris gestured towards his chest and exaggerated massive boobs.   I slapped him playfully.

“Yes, that Diana. Well did you hear that Finn broke up with her two days ago?”

Diana, to put it nicely, was a complete slag. The type that overdoses on Marks & Spencers perfume, wore thongs to dates, probably is pregnant and her entire wardrobe probably covered only a quarter of her body.

For some bizarre reason most guys at my school think she’s great. Even though she wants to work at Vogue magazine and still spells it “Vage”. What’s even more bizarre is that my best friend, Chris, has had tibs on her ever since we hit senior year.

“You serious? That’s brilliant!” Chris jumped up from the steps on the porch. “I’m going to ask her out tomorrow!”

“Seriously? You do realise you will just be her rebound man.”

“You’d be surprised what type of things angry girls who just broke up with their boyfriends will do.” Chris winked cheekily. Rain water drenched his tousled hair and I realised why so many girls thought he was attractive. Sure, best friend and all, I was not going to be one of those girls. As cheesy as it sounds I’m one of those hopeless romantics who silently crushes on one boy basically their entire life.

I get it that Finn would never see me as potential girlfriend material- especially not after Diana. She was a tanned, dark haired, flat stomached, smoking, rich bimbo. Me, on the other hand, am just a not-very-tall, pale, blonde misfit.

“That’s disgusting!” I pulled the blue blanket around myself while Chris grinned at me from the bottom step of the porch. His dark hair sporting raindrops and his white shirt basically see-through.

“Taylor?”

I turned around and Paige stood in the open door way behind us, her blonde hair loose from its usual thick plait. “Can you come here?”