Perverted Gamer. [[•EDITING•]] // TheCampingRusher

==Chapter 10==

IMPORTANT:
IF YOU GUYS HAVE INSTAGRAM GO ON BROOKE_RUSHER AS IN RUSHER'S SISTER.

SHE HAS A VID FULL OF FETUS RUSHER WITH A BOW HAIRCUTE OMFG.

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I glanced at the little huddle that surrounded Trixie.

It looked like peasants following the king and queen which were her and Brayden.

I was so stupid to think that just because he liked me for 5 years, it automatically means he never had a girlfriend before.

He's a teenage boy. Ofcourse he had one.

Who knows how many...and I'm just one of them.

I'm an idiot.

"God, your depressing aura is surrounding me," Jordan sighed as he walked up to me with Sean. "It's quiet infectious."

"Well i'm sorry that I feel this way because of a blonde bimbo seducing every one of my friends including my boyfriend while they don't even notice I exist!" I exploded and Jordan looked hurt which made me regret what came out of my mouth.

"We know who's more important and that's why we're here," Sean said with a half smile. "Jordan was worried because you didn't have and I quote 'the Charlie smile'."

I looked at Jordan who was blushing and was rubbing the back of his neck "The point is, It's unnatural to see you so gloomy. I've known you as the girl who made everyone laugh, don't make me change my image of you."

I giggled as I poked his sides repeatedly whilst he tried slapping my hand away.

I swear, all of my friends are adorable in their own way.

"Jordan, thank you." I smiled at him as he smirked at me.

"Don't thank me. Saying thanks to friends is a waste of time." Jordan said as a matter of fact.

"Why is that?" Sean asked confused.

"Because there's no point in saying thanks to your friends all the time. We do things for eachother without expecting anything in return." I said knowing well this was Jordan's favorite quote.

"And the only thanks we need is for you to stay and be my friend." We said in unison as we fist bumped.

Sean shook his head as he chuckled.

"Come on guys, that little group of horny teenagers are leaving us behind." Sean said pointing at the group that already went inside the CheeseCake factory.

We walked inside and heard Brayden say "Table for 22."

"Names?" The waiter asked holding a book and pen.

"Where's Connor and Coby?" Sean asked me as Brayden told the waiter each of our names.

"They wanted to head back home because of the blonde bimbo." I explained.

"Good to know we can count on some people." Sean chucked.

The waiter showed them to their table.

I started doing the math and realized.

"Guys...we're 24?" I said unsure as Sean looked at the reservation list.

"They forgot to write you and Jordan in." Sean sighed as I heard Jordan crack his knuckles.

"I'll kill them all, one by one." He said seriously and I held him back.

Ryan walked back and told the waiter that me and Jordan were together with the group.