Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

"Hey Dude, I Think You Accidently Washed Yourself in Pasta, and Coke."

Chapter 9; "Hey Dude, I Think You Accidently Washed Yourself in Pasta, and Coke."

I walked in the kitchen, Drew was shirtless, and in his boxers still, and sitting on a stool and eating cereal.

Why are boys so lazy? I'll never get it, but guys were too lazy for my liking. You know what I need? I need a houseful of Channing Tatum that's what I need.

"We need to talk." He blurts out.

"About?" I asked, he looked at me from head to toe in a weird way.

"Your little game you're calling revenge." He simply said as he slurped his cereal.

"What about this "Game"?"

"I don't like this. I mean look at you! You look like one of the 'it' girls" He pointed at me.

I gritted my teeth, he just doesn't understand does he?

"Andrew, Robert, Weatherly. You don't understand. I'll never turn cruel and hurt the innocents like those hoes do. And you should be the last one talking, you actually hang out with those people! And don't lie. You've gone out with the girls too!" I pointed out.

"Amanda... You're different." He stands up and grabs a strand of my hair, I slapped his hand away, still gritting my teeth.

"How? How the fuck am I different?" I nearly yell at him.

"You're my sister, the shy one, the one that is always innocent."

"I'm aware of being your sister. And that used to be me. Used to! U-S-E-D to." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Fine." He sighed and looked at the floor. "But becareful."

"Yea, yea, now go get ready!"

He leaves the room.

I looked in the fridge, grab the orange juice, and serve myself some of the juice and chug it down.

"I'm ready!" Drew comes back in the kitchen.

He took 2 minutes to get ready? Okay, see, this is what I don't get. Sometimes they can be as lazy as a sloth but sometimes they might endup getting ready before you can blink your eyes.

I nodded, grabbed the car keys, and handed them to Drew.

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Next thing I know, we're in the school parking lot.

"Heeey..." A couple of girls rush to Drew as he get's out the drivers seat of the car, I rolled my eyes.

Desperate little whores. How could Andrew stand them? There just so annoying, with their high pitched squeaky voice, miniskirts and hot pink bra's.

"Hey..." I hear a voice whisper in my ear.

I turned around and to face him. Let's just say I wasn't so happy about seeing him anywhere near me. I mean this guy was like, stupid.

"Hi Chris." I muttered, not so nicely. If my mum would've been here she would have scolded me about me not being nice to Chris.

"You look fine today... And you always will." His arms wrap around my petite waist and I turn my face to look at him.

I rolled my eyes in disgust.

Then I realize I have to be nice, I look up at him, since he is WAY taller than me. One of the disadvantages about being 5'3.

"Oh yea?" I bit my lip at him flirtiously.

"Hell yea..." He whispered, and I could feel his minty breath fan my face.