Candy Teeth and Honey Lips

"Why are you so?"

After school, I stumbled down the pavement with my bag by my side. For the rest of the day, I was avoiding the hell out of Carter. That little show that happened back at the pizzeria, I would be getting looks for a good long while until everyone moves on to the next drama.

Finally, I arrived at my car, I fumbled around in my bag looking for my car keys. I was so distracted that I didn't realize someone was behind me.

"Bianca."

WACK! I punched the person across the jaw.

"Oww! Oh GOD! That hurt!"

I dropped my bag onto the asphalt in shock, "Dwayne! You creep!"

Dwayne was on the grown holding the right side of his face. I swore tears were forming in his eyes because he did want to face me anymore.

"Jesus, Bianca!" he exclaimed. I could here the spit roll off his teeth, because of how tight his jaw was clenched.

I folded in my arms in annoyance waiting for the "crybaby" (#melaniemartinez) to stop bitching on the warm asphalt.

"AGIN! It serves you right sneaking up on me like that," I said I slid up against my car.

"So. . .you can sock me in the jaw without hesitation but you faze out when it's Jessica."

Hearing him say that triggered me, so I did what any normal teenage girl does when she gets called out. . . . . I kicked him in the face.

"Oww! Damn it Brianna!" he shouted as he fell onto his side laying flat on the pavement.

"So now you remember my real name!" I screamed fustratedly.

Dwayne scrambled to his feet and stood a bit to close to me, I placed my hand on his chest to prompt him to back-up but he didn't get the memo.

"Don't make pinch your nipple," I threatened.

He rolled his eyes, "Why are you so crazy?"

I scoffed as I finally got a hold of my keys. I pressed the button on the remote unlocking the doors. I opened the driver side door and tossed my bag in.

Before I got in I said, "Bye Dwayne."

I slammed the door and drove the hell off.

Ugh! I really can't with this dude no more

"I'm home!" I announced to no one in particular. No one answered so I kicked off my shoes and made my way inside. I thought I was alone but there's no such luck. I heard light footsteps scurrying across the hardwood flooring downstairs.

In ran Brielle, a smile on her face, without warning she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dinning room.

"Great! Your home! You've gotta help me pick out decorations, also order drinks and help me pick and outfit."

I batted my eyes a few times to get an understanding of what she spat out a lightening speed. When I finally got it I tried asking her questions but she just shot me down. She was adamant.

"Brie-brie, I need your help," she pleaded giving me a puppy dog stare.

"Fine!" I relented and took a seat next to her.

We spent two hours sifting through Brielle's never ending to-do list. I mean come on! How much money is she going to spend? And why did my mother give Brie her credit card? This child will probably be in debt up her eyeballs in college.

"Are we done here?" I asked after I realized the time.

"Yeah, yeah," Brielle said shoeing me away, still starring at her computer.