Just One of the Boys

Chapter Four

I woke up this morning, or 11:23 to be exact, to a very unpleasant hangover, even tho I didn't really drink that much, I still had one, at least we don't have school today, thank god it's the weekend and thank god my soccer game was cancelled because of the rain because let's face it, I sure as hell would not be going to school or my game like this.

Some how I managed to get out of bed and all rapped up in my blanket, I waddled over to my bathroom to grab the Advil, because without that there's no way in hell I'm doing anything today. I returned back to my bedroom after poppin' some pills and decided that even tho I felt like shit, I wasn't going to look like it, so I got dressed and did my eyebrows and put on some mascara.

I made my way down stairs to find an unexpected visitor sprawled out on my living room couch. What the fuck? I thought, Didn't Jake go home after last nights events?

I walked over to him and nudged him, trying to wake him up, but to my disappointment, he didn't even move.

"God damnit." I muttered under my breath. I'm never going to wake him up, but I tried again.

"Jake wake the fuck up." I yelled as I shoved him again. Nothing. A sly smile curled upon my lips as an ingenious idea came to mind.

I bolted out the front door, around to the side of the house to were we kept the hose and buckets. As fast as I could, I filled up a bucket with water - which wasn't that fast - and awkwardly picked up the extremely heavy bucket of water and waddled back to my front door. Quietly shutting the door with my foot so I wouldn't wake him - like that would wake him tho - I tip toed over to the couch and tried one last time to wake him.

"Jake Campbell wakeeee upppp! Oh well, I guess you give me no choice!" I said as I slowly tilted the bucket and dumped the large amount of water on the sleeping boy below me.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Oh shit, he's mad. I dropped the bucket and sprinted up stairs as fast as possible, but me being the klutz I all, I tripped.

"SAVANNAH MARIA HAMILTON YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" Jake yelled as he hopped off the coach, trying to get some water off, "I'M NOT KIDDING!"

"Jake don't you dare touch me!" I screamed as I scrambled to my feet and ran up the stairs, but Jake already caught up to me and was right behind. To my dispair, Jake had rapped his strong arms around my waist and there was no hope of me getting away now. He picked me up, what seemed to be effortlessly, and threw me over his shoulder like a fireman. Even me flailing, kick and punching him didn't ease up on his grip.

"Oh poor Savannah, you definitely should not have done what you did, you're sure in for a surprise." He said with an evil grin plastered on he face. We head back down the stairs, around the corner to the hallway and we reached the garage door, I realized where Jake was taking me.

"Jake seriously don't you dare! This isn't funny ok! I'm sorry please Jake put me down."

"Sorry Sav, no can do." He said with another smirk in my direction. God I just want to smash that look off of his face. We continue through the garage, to the backyard door. Oh god. This is it. I'm done for. There's no getting out of this one, I thought. But as attractive as Jake is, he's not the best at multitasking, so trying to unlock a door, while caring a person on your shoulder is definitely not up is alley way. I took my last chance to get out of the enviable fate that was soon to be apon me. I wiggled and flailed as much as I could, trying to slip out of Jake's grasp, but it didn't work, he just held his death grip on me.

He made his way across our patio deck, and towards the one thing I was dreading the most. Our pool. Since it's only September, we haven't put the pool cover on so, lucky me is going to be thrown into the semi freezing pool.