The Golden Boy's Girl {Complete} {undergoing SEVERE editing}

{Chapter 16} Tweedy Bird With Laryngitis

Chapter 16~ Tweedy Bird With Larangytis 

Fayelynn

"Mikey! How do you get cake behind your ear? Seriously?" I ask him as I try to get the cake out from behind his ear.

"I don't know," he mumbles as I wipe the frosting from his shirt.

"It had to be a white shirt, great, I have to bleach it," I complain as he sighs

"Sorry, Fayely. I was an accident," he looks at me remorsefully. I look into his eyes.

"I know, Mikey. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I love you," I pull him into a hug and he runs off. I turn around to see Alex smiling at me. "Hey, it turned out to be a great party," I say and she nods.

"Yeah, so what did you get Danny?" she asks

"I pocketknife for his hunting trips with your dad," I say

"That's nice, I got him a fluffy pink boa and one of our  family portraits blown up and framed," she tells me

"A pink boa?" I ask

"A fluffy pink boa," she corrects

"Oh, I'm sorry. A fluffy pink boa," I tell her sarcastically.

"That's right," she stops abruptly. "Well, it looks like this party just got crashed," she groans and I turn to see what the commotion is. An involuntary gasp escapes from my lips as I stare into the steely eyes of Brittany Garcia.

Great.

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Total silence.

Total dead silence.

I look at her and she looks at me and Danny looks at both of us.

The adults seemed to have carried on with the party, not noticing the obvious tension, but very person our age had gotten quiet, staring and waiting for it to blow up. 

Even Mikey seems exceptionally quiet, where is he?

"So…" Mari breaks the silence, "The cakes really good," she states awkwardly and then shoves more cake in her mouth. I mentally facepalm, and wish I could make her disappear, better yet, make Brittany disappear.

 A flash of confidence goes through me, "And I was having such a good time," I say and look at Brittany. Alex snickers and I can hear a few people try to stifle there laughs.

"You little-"

"FAYELY!" Mikey's voice rings out and I whip around to see him soaked in punch, and on the floor. I run over to him and pick him up.

"Seriously Michael? Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," I pick him up and start to walk out of the room.

"Have fun playing mommy, you little whore. I bet he's your kid, not your brother," one of Brittany's minions say and I whip around to see her.

"Do you want to say that to my face, cause if you do, I know you will regret it," I tell her, I can practically feel the vein popping out of my forehead.

"Oh really? Make me," she challenges and I set Mikey down on the floor.

I'm boiling mad right now, and what do I do when I'm boiling mad you might ask…

I speak and curse in French so fast it makes your head spin.

"Femelle ! Je ne vais pas me tenir ici et écouter vous accusez-moi des choses qui sont aussi probables comme baleine colorée par rouge ! Vous voulez voir une putain, regardez dans le miroir pour une fois!" I say the words before I can even stop them and she looks at me in confusion.