my weakness {gxg}

chapter seven

I groan as my alarm blares, waking me up for the third time this morning. To be fair though, I did set my alarm half an hour early to curl my hair, but sometimes you need to make sacrifices for the beauty sleep, so that means straight hair today.

I roll back over, hoping that somehow I can catch a few more minutes of sleep, but life has other plans. I barely close my eyes when I hear my door slam open, making me jump. The next thing I know bright light is streaming through my window as my closet doors are jostled open.

I hear Mya's high pitched voice, but I'm so tired that I can't understand her yet.

"I have nothing to wear. And Scott is going to be there today, well I guess he's there everyday but..."

I throw a pillow in the general direction of her voice and hear a squeak when it hits her.

"Mya, shut the fuck up and grab something." I finally sit up and look at her. She's standing in my room with just a towel on, her hair dripping all over my carpet. It is way too early for this.

She sends a smile in my general direction as she pulls clothes out of my closet. She decides on one of my sweatshirts and ripped jeans, and runs back into her room, leaving my door wide open. I look over at my alarm clock. Shit.

***

Luckily, Jake is an awful driver, which actually means he speeds, cuts people off, and makes you scared for your life. On the plus side, we make it to school on time, even with time to spare.

I get out of the car, being extra careful not to hit the lexus next to us. Who even owns a lexus?

"Take a guess." A voice says, breathing hot air into my ear, and scaring me in the process.

Oh fuck, did I say that out loud?

"What the-?" I turn around, and stop mid sentence when I see Paisley leaning against her car, smirking as she flips her keys around her long fingers. Fingers that make me remember the past. Fingers that-. I shake my head. Get your shit together Brooke, and stop looking at her fingers while you're at it.

I look up at her, noticing she's smirking even more after seeing me checking her out. I mean, who could blame me? She's wearing a tight black athletic shirt, that shows off her taut abs, paired with a pair of black cargo pants. Holy fuck are the only words that I can think of.

"You can just take a picture sweetheart. That way you have a visual if you need one tonight." She winks suggestively as my cheeks heat up, red surging up the sides of my face.

"Fuck off." I respond, as I slam the car door shut and brush past her, pushing her into her car.

I can hear her chuckling behind me as I head into school, ready to get that encounter behind me. I'm rushing through the halls as I feel a hand pull at my shoulder. I spin around, and sigh when I realize it's just Mya.

"What do you want squirt." I say, turning back around and continuing my brisk pace. Mya quickly catches up with me.

"What's going on between you and Paisley?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I feel a strong hand on my back, as a low voice adds to the conversation.

"That's what I'm wondering." Jake says, grinning as he crushes us in an extremely uncomfortable bear hug.

I glare at both of them as I push Jake off me. "Nothing."

"Really? Then what was that little interaction back at the car.

I look back at them. "She was just trying to get me riled up. Now go away losers."

Jake holds his hands up in defense, as he tries not to laugh. "Whatever you say B. So if an ab pic of hers mysteriously ends up in your locker, how turned on would you be right now, on a scale of 1-10.?"