The boy next door

Chapter Twenty Five: Mrs. SUSmmers

"Cherish every moment even if your stressed or hurt...there's always tomorrow and it always gets better..." ~Ariana Grande

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Chapter Twenty Five: Mrs. SUSmmers

"Sup' losers," an over enthusiastic Gregg greeted Mason and I, with a sly smile on his face.

Mason and I hopped into the backseats of the car, where Gregg was also. Jeremy and Zac where seated at the front, Jeremy behind the wheel.

"Hey guys," I said, while putting on my seatbelt. Unfortunately, I had been stuck in the middle seat, between Mason and Gregg. If there's one thing I hate more than losing a call for shotgun, is being seated in the middle of the backseat.

Mason greeted his friends also, once he finished buckling up. Jeremy started up the car engine, and within no time we were on the road.

"Sorry we were a bit late. Gregg thought it would be the perfect time to vomit all over my car boot," an annoyed Jeremy huffed from the front.

Mason has a weird expression on his face, probably matching mine. "How the fuck did you manage to do that, dude?" He laughed at his pal, to which Gregg shrugged.

"Don't shrug your shoulders like you have no clue! The guy had a fucking sugar rush, and you know how he gets when he digests a concerning amount of sugar," Jeremy looked back at Mason for a quick second, an almost pissed off look on his face.

"Trust me, I know. I've been dealing with this issue literally my whole life" Zac pitched in. Gregg shook his head aggressively-

"That's not true! I-I only consumed like five, six, two? Three! Three p-packets of skinny tills mann,"

"Three packets of what?" Mason and I asked in unison.

Zac kissed his teeth. "He means skittles. And it was four packets."

"Liar!" Gregg pointed  his finger at Zac. To my absolute luck, he pointed his arm the wrong direction and ended up poking me in the eye.

I immediately put my hand to my eye, in pain. "Motherfu-"

The boys began to snicker, trying their very hardest not to laugh. "Shit! Are you okay?" A genuinely concerned Gregg asked. He put his hand over my eye but I smacked it away almost instantly.

He frowned, and slumped down on his seat.

"Damn Gregg, you're really getting on everyone's nerves today, aren't ya?" Mason said, still laughing.

"Maybe if  somebody would have gave me the last packet of Oreos in my backpack, I wouldn't feel the need to annoy the fuck out of everyone. Look at me, I'm acting like a hormonal pregnant lady."

"A what?" I asked.

Mason laughed. "Don't listen to anything that comes out of this goofus' mouth. He tends to say the weirdest  stuff when he has a sugar rush."

I shook my head, still confused. "Then why don't you guys Just stop him from eating things with too much sugar."

Zac chuckled. "You really think it's that easy? I think you're forgetting that we're talking about a grown teenager here, not a baby. When we literally have to pull him away from foods that have an insane amount of sugar, he doesn't cry and throw a tantrum, he fights back. And when he fights, he scratches. And that's very painful."