Living With The Bad Boy

5) Spoiler Alert, They Die

L A U R E N

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" an annoying voice yelled. It's too early for this, let me sleep. Silence filled the air for the next couple of seconds. Finally, at peace. "WAKE UP!" the annoying voice yelled again, this time through a horn speaker.

I slowly and painfully woke up, a sight of a grinning Nena wearing a cropped sweater, skinny jeans, boots, and lot's of jewelry. She's got to be high or drunk on coffee. I prefer waking up to a shirtless 24-year-old Zac Efron but I guess Nena will do.

"Shut up," Marcie groaned, frowning at a smiling Lena doing her hair. "Lena Michaela Ryder, what the hell are you doing up at this ungodly hour? You, Nena Josephine Abara, shut it."

"Dude are you high?" I asked. "Either you've been smoking marijuana or you're drunk on coffee. It's mentally impossible to be happy at 7 A.M."

"What's your middle name?" Marcie asked me.

"Elizabeth," I said. I know, typical, but not too bad. Bethany's middle name is after our mother's, Lilia, and Luke's is Ezekiel, thanks to one of our aunt's.

"Lauren Elizabeth Anderson, in the past few days I've met you, you've made more alcohol references than my middle school health teacher and your language only consists of swear words. I'm pretty sure you were cursing in multiple European languages at the Psychology teacher," she said, in her strict motherly tone.

"It's not my fault," I badly defended. "My mother was half French and half Italian and my father was half English and half Spanish. Also, our psychology teacher est putain de psychopathe. It's so fucking creepy."

"I'm African and Scottish," Nena said proudly. "So we have ancestors in the UK."

"Coco and I are part English and part Italian," Marcie stated. "So if I understand your Italian curses, don't be surprised. My cousins are all mostly teen guys."

"The Ryder's are English, German and Spanish," Lena said. "As you can see, I got the hot Spanish looks of the family and Andrew got the cute English looks. Sam's lucky he doesn't look downright ugly." We all laughed at that. "Wait what did you call your Psychology teacher?"

"A fucking psycho," I answered. "It's crazy how she thinks she can read people's minds." It really was. She claimed that all the girls love her class because their pupils were dilated. Too bad she doesn't know the real reason why is because they were ogling Sam. I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl besides the fucksters ladies who don't ogle him.

"She's a Psychology teacher Lo, of course she can read minds," they all said in unison. That's a little scary.

"Jinx! You owe me a soda!" Nena yelled. Now I want a soda. Preferably a large Coca Cola with ice and whipped cream.

"I'm gonna go shower," Marcie let us know, heading out the door. Nena and Lena were already ready. Shit, I had only 30 minutes.

After showering, we all headed out to the garage, debating about who's driving who. "EVERYONE CHIUDI LA CAZZO!" I yelled. They all looked at me confused. Oh. "Sorry, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I have a habit of swearing in different languages, don't mind me." I waved my arm out in front of me. "Idiot, Chase, Liam, and brother," take Lena's car and drop the kids off at Chase's house. The rest of us are going in Marcie's car."

Just as Marcie was about to start her car, Sam popped out and got his keys to his motorcycle. He's a walking cliché with the bike, clothes, and looks, something that I would never say to his face obviously. "Not all of us can fit and Satan needs to be ridden or else her feelings will be hurt," he explained. This, this is exactly why I called him an idiot.