***Hazel's POV***
"OMG!!! You'll never guess what's coming up!" Dee screamed in my ear.
"OMG, you don't need to damage my eardrums when I'm sitting right next to you!" I retorted back, sarcastically.
"Sorry, I'm just really excited to tell you," Dee shyly smiled.
It's been a little over a week since the dinner with Adam's family. Ugh, why am I even referring to it as that? It's not like we're dating and our families are getting to know each other. But anyways, don't think that those days after the dinner were pest-free. Adam still took every opportunity he can get to use those dirty pick-up lines.
"Tell me before we get out of reach of the nurse's office. Otherwise, I'll have a heart attack when we're too far away," I sarcastically replied.
"Well, the Halloween Costume Dance is coming up!"
"Okay, we need to go to the nurse now 'cuz I think I'm having the worst heart attack anyone could ever have of boredom," I narrowed my eyes at Dee.
"Enough with the sarcasm," Dee said, annoyed.
"You sound like a mother," I retorted. Dee narrowed her eyes at me. I sighed. "I'm sorry, Dee. It's just that you know that the Halloween Costume Dance is the worst dance known to man. The school expects everyone to show up in the lamest costumes that you see five-year-olds wear. Where's the individuality? That's why not even the freshmen show up!"
"Yeah, that is a waste of money," Dee admitted.
"Then, why were you so excited before?" This girl is really confusing the cr*p out of me.
"Because the seniors are holding one...just for ourselves. No freshmans, sophomores, or juniors allowed. Not even the cool siblings of the seniors," Dee flashed a self-satisfying smirk.
"Like the school will allow it," I scoffed.
"You're right, they won't."
"Then what was the whole purpose in planning this out?" I'm even more confused than when we originally started this conversation.
"It's not being held in school. It's being held at someone's house!" Olivia finally piped in from where she was seated in the back seat, intently staring at her phone waiting for Hunter's reply. Okay, she needs some therapy and rehab.
"Whose house?" I questioned.
I was met with no response. Dee pretended to focus on the road (yeah, like she always does that!) while Olivia was again glued to her phone when it beeped. Huh, saved by the bell. She would've been on her phone anyways. True. That means Dee has to answer this one.
"Dee, what are you not telling me?" I asked with a suspicious tone.
"Whaaaaat?! There's nothing I'm not telling you!" Dee exclaimed. Pfft, what a liar.
"Really?" I asked, with disbelief very evident in my tone.
Dee nodded her head quickly way too many times. "Yeah, of course!"
"Okay, then whose house is it?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
Dee looked out the window at a house we passed by. "I don't know, but it looks like the sellers are getting a lot of offers. I mean, who can blame them? Look at that front yard space and I think I saw a pool peeking out from behind the house! Great market value! If you want this house, I suggest you make an offer to the sellers now! C'mon, it's not too late! I'll just take a U-turn and you run into that house and put the cash down on the table! Oh, I bet the dining room table will be nice and very elega – "
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Bad Boy Lessons: How to Live, Laugh, Love
Teen Fiction"You know, Hazel Parker, we are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be," he said. "Adam, did you just quote Mother Night?" I asked, shocked. "Of course, who else to quote other than the great Kurt Vonnegut?" Adam re...
