Of Course He's Bad (HOLD)

viii. attacked

Chapter Eight:

Dedicated to StuckInSpace because I love her works, and she was very sweet during my horrendous self-promotion! : )

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"I'm tired," Ryan groaned as he slowly moved his body off of the brown leather couch in Kayla's living room.

Jessica and Kayla grunted in unison, "Me too!"

Before I could manage a reply, Tyler groggily muttered, "Don't f*cking yell; I have a f*cking hangover!" He rubbed his hodgepodge of dark hair while stretching to get up.

"Shut up," I snapped, "It's time to get up." I threw pillows at each of them, making sure to hit them all in the face. They each flinched as I attacked them with a conniving grin splattered across my sleepy features.

"You're the one who got the most wasted last night," yelled Ryan, too loud for the acoustics of the condo. Even Ryan himself moaned in pain at his voice's sound. He studied me for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "In the last three months, you're the one who drank the most at every event we've been to. Yet you've never had a hangover - at least not here."

I smirked, flipping my tangled blonde hair behind my shoulder, "I've built a tolerance. We can't all be lightweights. Otherwise, you'd all be screwed." Every weekend in Florida involved lots of drinking, smoking, or stripping off your clothes; it didn't matter your size or age. Or gender. I winced at the unsettling memory of a woman who once tried to give me a lap dance at a club; sorry, but I didn't swing that way.

I saw everyone roll their eyes dramatically at me. "Get dressed and get up; I wanna go out before practice!" I pouted. Today, I had a conditioning track practice scheduled for three o'clock. It was already ten forty-seven, so I didn't have much time to get ready and go out. After nobody made a single move, I put on a poker face and screeched as stridently as I could, "Get up!"

"Sh*t!", "F*ck you!", "Jesus!", and "God damn it!" were all my responses; however, the quartet of drunken idiots who lay before me had lethargically managed to get off of the couch - without tossing any cookies.

"I'm gonna go shower," said Tyler, massaging his tanned temples as he inhaled a deep, sassy breath. I waggled my fingers in mock innocence, watching him walk out of the room. However, his feet dragged across the wooden floor, causing a horrible scratching sound to fill my ears. I hissed, clutching my ears; an actual tear threatened to spill out of my left eye.

After we all successfully recovered from that horrible noise, it was apparent that nobody else had plans to do anything while Tyler cleansed himself. I tapped my bare foot impatiently against the ground, yet they all just stared at me, dumbfounded. "Hello?" I wondered, "Is anyone else going to shower? There are two bathrooms here..." In that moment, I knew it was necessary for me to turn up the attitude. Everything I had said hadn't been effective until one of my gorgeous best friends got up with an evil grin on her face.

"We'll be showering, thank you very much," said Kayla as she dug her nails into Ryan's arm, pulling him in the direction of the master bedroom. Jessica shrugged, and I did the same in response. There wasn't much I could do now. I yawned, throwing my arms into the air histrionically.

"I'm gonna go see if I have any clothes," I said before walking away from Jessica. Kayla's house was practically our clubhouse. She had three rooms, two bathrooms, and no parents - not that mine actually minded my upbeat habits. One room, the master, was for her to live in alone - but when necessary, Ryan stayed there with her. Another bedroom, which was painted the hue of sky blue, was claimed by Jessica whenever we were here. The last room, a grey colored one, was for Tyler. And technically me. Originally, it was just for Tyler to crash in; but then I joined the group. Considering Tyler was my best friend for a decent duration of time, and that he was the person who 'took me in', it was alright for me to stay in that room. I could've stayed with Jess, yeah, or even in the living room; but neither Tyler nor I minded. I finally entered the room, entranced by the pitter patter of the shower water. That was something I was already used to, as well.