My Bestfriends Boyfriend

Chapter Two: Did You Just Call My Boyfriend Hot?

(PICTURE OF VEE TO THE SIDE)

Opening the shower curtain, I stepped onto the rug beneath my feet and immediately felt the goose bumps that rose on my skin. I quickly grabbed the towel and began drying myself, shivering in the process.

How the hell did our house get so cold?

When I was done, I tipped my head forward and wrapped my hair in the towel, exiting the bathroom and going to my closet. I picked out a plain gray shirt and a pair of light skinny jeans, putting them on before I got frost bite in my own house. I was about to walk into my bathroom when I heard a knock on my door, halting in my tracks.

"Yeah?" I called out as I waited for whoever it was to open the door. Soon, my brothers head poked in.

"Mom said to hurry up, breakfast will be done soon." He said, tapping his fingers on my door.

"Okay," I said as I turned around and opened my bathroom door. "I'll be down in a second." Hearing the door shut, I grabbed my makeup bag and began getting ready.

About fifteen minutes later, my hair was placed in a messy bun on top of my head, and my makeup was done in a small layer. I made my way downstairs after I grabbed my bag and slid into a bar stool next to Hunter.

"Plan on staying at school until three today?" My mom turned around and questioned me as she slid a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. She rose her eyebrows at me before turning around, Hunter giving me a weird look.

"Doesn't she kind of have to?" Hunter asked, raising his eyebrows.

Mom, shut up. Please don't say anything.

"Ah, well," My mom turned around and smiled at my dad as he walked in, standing at the counter as he refilled his cup of coffee. "Your sister decided to take it upon herself and sign out of school. Love birds were together."

"Mom."

"Love birds?" Hunter and my dad asked at the same time, nodding their heads at each other as they did so. Boys.

"She didn't tell you guys?"

"No," I said, sliding out of the bar stool and slinging my bag over my shoulder. "And I'm not going to." I stared at my mom, hoping she'll get the message.

She nodded and took my plate. "Alright, have a nice day at school. Don't be late picking up Vee." Oh, right. Vee.

"Bye mom, dad." I called out as I walked to the front door, pulling it open. Making my way to the car that I had for the week, me and Hunter having to switch, I quickly texted Vee and told her I would be there soon.

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This morning, apparently Vee hadn't gotten my text and thought I had forgot to get her. Resulting in Parker picking her up, and me waiting outside for ten minutes until she texted me, asking where I was. Then, on my half, I should have honked or something. But instead, I sat there and scrolled through my newsfeed, pictures of Ky and his football buddies everywhere from their charity thing last night.

When I got the text, though, I did bang my head on the steering wheel and make the horn sound throughout the small subdivision. I drove away as fast as I could after that and prayed not to be late. But, I was. Mrs. Conley ended up giving me an after school, for that being my second time being late to her first hour class, and said I had to serve it next week.

Oh the joy.

Making my way to my last class of the day, I walked in and immediately spotted Parker talking to his friends in the back. Quickly looking away so I wouldn't get caught staring, I hugged my books to my chest and slid into my seat. The next row over and one seat ahead of Parker. Hearing their voices get softer, I quickly glanced behind me and my eyes slightly widened as I saw he was already staring at me. Quite intently, might I add. Parting my lips, he flashed a smile and I turned my head, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.

Oh. My. God. Lexi, calm it before someone notices.

Distracting myself as I waited for Mr. Enrich to start class, I leaned down and grabbed my Creative Writings binder. I sighed and rested my head in my hand as I flipped through all the poems he's made us write this year. I spotted the second one we did, the one I remember writing in my car the morning before school. I had completely forgotten about it until I checked online, therefore I rushed and wrote about the first person that came to my mind. I smiled, fully aware of who it was meant for, but he'd never know it.

When I first found out Parker was in this class, my jaw completely dropped and I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't seeing things. But then he started talking to me about how glad he was that he knew at least one person in this class, and then his friends walked in.

Who knew they all liked writing.

"Alright, sorry about that." I looked up at the sound of Mr. Enriches voice sounding throughout the classroom. Everyone's voices began to quiet down as he rummaged through some papers, eventually pulling out a stack and nodding to himself.

"Moving on from our Free Writing unit, I decided to put together a unit all about essays." He stated with a smile on his face as he began to pass out papers, and various groans were heard.

"Oh, stop your whining, it'll be great!" He beamed as he finally got to the last row. The person in front of me held the papers behind their head and I quickly grabbed them, taking one for myself and passing the last one back.

"So," Mr. Enrich started as he sat back in his seat, staring at the prompt he gave us minutes ago. I stared down at mine as well. "For this unit, we will be doing a new essay topic each week. As you can see they're on your paper I just passed out."

I looked down and as he said, each weekly topic was in front of me. Usually I'm the one for writing constantly and whenever I can, but, something tells me this unit is going to freaking suck.

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After school, Vee and I slid into my car as we both threw our bags in the back seat. It was finally Friday, thank god. I licked my lips as I leaned forward and put the keys in the ignition, turning them to bring the car to life. Leaning back in my seat, I sighed and began driving out of the school parking lot.

"This semester already sucks." Vee sighed as she rubbed her temples, an exhausted look on her face.

"Tell me about it." I agreed as I remembered Mr. Enriches lecture today.

Essays, Essays, and guess what? More essays, for two months straight. Did I ever say how much I love school? Because I fucking hate it.

"We should go get pity ice cream." I looked over and saw Vee's eyes set on me, a hopeful look in them. Smiling I nodded, and headed into the small area downtown full of small cafes and gift shops.

I quickly found a parking spot, and pulled in. Shutting my car off, I grabbed a twenty from my bag and stuffed it into my pocket.

"Oh. My. God." Vee stopped in her tracks as she whispered, making me bump into her back. I made an 'oomf' sound and took a step back, balancing myself. Glaring at her, I averted my eyes to where she was and sighed, rolling my eyes. There sat Ky Milner himself with his little football posse.

"Really?" I said, going around the drooling Vee and walked up to the counter, ordering Vee and I's usual order. Yeah, may have a slight problem with pitying ourselves.

"Sorry, can't help it." She shrugged her shoulders as she glanced at him one last time. "He's fucking hot."

"So is your boyfriend." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Fuck. Shit, fuck why'd I just say that.

I mentally slapped myself across the face fifty times, as Vee stared at me with a confused expression. "Did...Did you just call my boyfriend hot?"

"No." I said quickly.

"Okay.." She trailed off as the lady behind the counter handed us our ice cream cups. Thank God for Vee not questioning this further.

"You should go say hi to them." Vee nodded her head in Ky's direction and I almost spit out the spoonful of ice cream I just shoved in my mouth. Is she crazy, or is she just not getting enough sleep?

"Yeah, no thanks. I'm good." I choked out as I put my free hand to my chest.

"Whatever," She smiled back at me as she pushed the cafes door open. "Your loss."

And then, I questioned how we were best friends. For a lot of reasons.