I got a bad boy, I must admit it (hey)
You got my heart, don’t know how you did it (hey)
And I don’t care who sees it, babe
I don’t wanna hide the way I feel when you're next to me (hey)
I love the way (I love the way you make me feel)
I love the way (I love it, I love it)
Baby, I love the way (I love the way you make me feel) - The way by Ariana Grande
9: Fights for Chinese Takeout Amounts ( Part 2)
James POV :
I picked up my mom's old pink shirt which was the smallest size and some black shorts. I decided to take them, because they were the smallest size in my mom's closet. My mom wasn't fat but sure she wasn't thin like Hazel though.
I closed the closet door in my parent's room and went upstairs, kept the dress on the bed and looked at the outside the window. The sky colour changing a little bit indicating a few more hours before the sun - set.
Suddenly the bathroom door was opened and Hazel's head peeked out but I kept my head locked towards the direction of window. Not daring to turn around and look at Hazel. But I could see her from the window's reflection.
She saw the dress and her skin became pale. She mummered some colourful curses. What.The.Fuck
I turned around and saw her looking at the shirt and I looked at her again. She was looking angrily at the shirt . As if she was a tigress and the poor shirt was her prey. She was a cute tigress though.
The shirt was bloody fucking decent with colour pink.
Wait pink.
I laughed, I laughed loudly. She broke her eye contact with the shirt and looked at me confused. Hazel hated pink colour. Damn this girl is weird and different.
"What!?" She squealed half shouted.
"Wear the shirt, Hazel " I said with a smirk.
"Um, Umm, no, I have my shirt. Do you have a dryer or something like that" she asked sincerely still inside the bathroom, only her head peeking out. "No, you have to wear this shirt only" I smirked and picked up that shirt .
"James, please I can wear anything of that God damn colour but a shirt, nope I can't, Some horrible childhood memories I have, I fucking hate that colour." She said embrassed because I swore I saw her cheeks and tips of her ear becoming red .
"I knew it, I knew it!" I said in a achieving tone and started laughing again.
"James!" Hazel shouted.
"But, they are the smallest size in my mom's closet" I said trying to prove my point.
"I don't care"
"Well, You can come out naked" I suggested the smirk on my face becoming more wider.
"James! That only your girls for you would do that not me " she exclaimed and the smirk on my face dropped. That hurt me abit.
"No, I would never invite a girl to my house first of all" I said in a monotone.
Her jaws dropped for a second.
"Whatever, James give me any other shirt, I don't care"
"Ok-ok" I surrendered my hands up in the air and exited the room.
I went to my room, searched my closet and came across one of my old jersey.
'James 1'
Written on the back with bold letters and our school logo in front. By the way I love football and I am in the school's football team. I was so happy that I got selected in the freshmen year itself.
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You Belong With Me
Teen Fiction"I believe in hate hate at first sight "I said at him annoyed even though, I knew I would never hate him at the first place. I had always liked him. " And I believe at the whole opposite, Gorgeous , I .." he stopped and looked at me right in my eye...
