The Bad Boy & The Socially Awkward (Unedited)

Chapter 6: Tears

Monica walked to the corner of the room where Peter sat and knelt down next to him.

"Were you here that whole time?" she asked him.

"Yeah. I didn't really hear much though," he said, flickering his eyes between the both of us.

Did Monica take any of her sweet fucking time to make sure Peter was gone with Matt?

"When are you going home?" Monica asked him.

"Well, Matt was my ride, so I don't know."

"I'll just see if you can stay here, I'm sure my mom will let you. Seeing as Matt ditched you."

He stood up and made his way over to me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Um, yeah," I stuttered.

"Well, for what its worth, I'm not going to be talking to Matt anymore, unless you are."

"Peter, you don't have to-"

"I want to."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head on his shoulder.

"I love you, bubby!" I said into his neck.

"Bubby?" he asked, attempting to look down at me.

"Yes! You are my bubby, and my bubby only!"

The two laughed at me and Peter sat next to me on the couch. Monica played the movie and sat on the other side of me.

I looked for my phone, where ever I left it. I finally spotted it on the table behind the couch, right behind Peter's head.

I reached for it, only to have my hand smacked by Monica.

"No phones during the movie," she said.

"I was reaching for my ice cream," I lied, but the ice cream just so happened to be next to my phone.

She shrugged and looked back at the TV. With caution, I reached behind Peter again and grabbed both the ice cream and my phone.

I sneakily tapped away at my screen.

Me: I need to talk to you...

Jordan: About what?

Me: I just need to. Come to 4367 Jefferson street so I can talk to you in person.

Jordan: Fine. But I better be getting some ass, seeing as you woke me up.

Should have seen that one coming.

~.~.~.~

This movie is pretty fucking stupid. I don't know what Monica had going on in her mind to put this shit in.

"It was a great movie, Angela," she said with soft eyes.

"I don't think it was worth my time," I said.

She looked at me with mad eyes.

"I agree with Angela," Peter said, putting his arms behind his head.

"Screw both of you. I fucking loved it," Monica said.

"For starters, the title 'The Devil Wears Prada' sounds fucking-"

A knock sounded on the door, cutting me off. I walked up to the door and swung it open. Let me tell you, this is the first time that I was thrilled to see Jordan standing at the door.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him up the stairs and into Monica's room, shutting the door behind me.

"Exactly what am I here for?" he asked with a smirk, "I hope I'm getting some ass."