Dares

Such a Hoe

Bailey's POV:

I wake up to my phone ringing. Finally Friday. I wake up to Faith's Facetime call and huff at her smiley face.

"I'm up, I'm up I groan," she laughs and I sigh, swinging my feet over the side of my bed and rub my eyes. I pick out my outfit for today, a simple spaghetti strap maroon tank with my black skinny jeans, I pull on a leather jacket over it and pull on my black hightop Converse.

I put my contact lenses in and fix my flaws with mascara and concealer, before running downstairs where my dad is making pancakes. I scoff when Luke comes down the stairs in a Nirvana shirt and some black skinny jeans. I roll my eyes at him I had been ignoring him since the phone call yesterday.

I eat the pancakes and kiss my dad on the cheek, ruffling Luke's perfectly styled quiff, and run up the stairs with him on my tail. I slam my door closed and lock it, I know he doesn't have enough time to fix it, and he knows it too.

I put my laptop in my bag, along with Luke and I's cloud assignment. I put my phone in my pocket and open the window, ignoring Luke's yells behind me. I slam my window closed and climb down the tree, spotting Michael's black car parked in front. I brush myself off, hop on one foot as I fix my converse, and book it.

I climb in and lock the door when I see Luke running out the front door.

"Step on it mate! Go go!"

"But-"

"Clifford, I will cut your dick off just go!"

I look behind us and see Luke yelling after us and lean back in the leather seats sighing in relief.

"Are you going to tell me what happened? I mean you are in my car," he says tapping his fingers on the wheel.

"Go left."

"What?"

"Go left, follow the rest of my instructions, and I will tell you."

He groans loudly but follows my instructions. When we pull up to the familiar house I reach over and honk the horn, then roll down my window.

"Hoe get in this car," I yell as Faith comes out, struggling to get her bag on her shoulder, and an english muffin in her mouth. Coach would be pissed.

"So this is where you live," Michael says creepily.

"You tell anyone I cut your dick off," Faith says. Michael puts his hands up in defense and drives off. 

"What happened?"

"Basically I messed up Luke's quiff because he is an ass, so I wouldn't be suprised if he shows up in a beanie."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

I am scrolling through Instagram when Michael pulls up to a new house. He honks and I glare at Michael when Ashton walks out.

"I promised mate, and if you hadn't taken Luke's place you wouldn't be here right now," I scoff at his response and ignore Ashton, but it's hard considering the fact that he is so cuddly in sweats and a hoodie, his signature bandana gone, his hood up, and his glasses over his eyes.

We make eye contact for a split second before I pull away.

"So...any fun things happen yesterday?" Faith pathetically tries to fill the silence. I shoot her a glare and she apologizes as we pull up to Calum's house. I know this because he is sitting on the curb waiting for Michael with earbuds in and his backpack resting on top his head. Dork.