chapter seven

s e x l i k e r a b b i t s

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Character Picture: Clark-y boy

Song: I actually used some of this song for last chapter ;)

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School today is going to be hell, I can't just feel it. Today, Wednesday, is the day that Tyler and I have to start 'dating' - ugh. I'm driving him to school, as per usual, but we have to start acting as a couple as soon as we step out of Nate's car.

Nate got into so much trouble for being over at mine last night, he was grounded for a month but his parents weren't home and he decided to play Barbies at mine instead. Last night, after we formulated the plan to make the guys see me as more than a 'guy', we had all stayed up to watch a movie. I'm not entirely a fan of horror movies, but I had no choice since Nate pinned me down and sat on me with his bony ass so I wouldn't leave.

He had said, it's only The Conjuring; it's not scary at all, but I knew better than to listen to him. I'm petrified of ghosts and demons and all that other scary shit, so I had trouble sleeping. Instinctively, I slept on a mattress in Austin's room - he's a crazy sleeper, just like me - because I felt like that demon-thing was going to jump out of my closet and possess me.

I don't think Austin, Nate or Tyler would want to give me an exorcism. They say that I'm bad enough without being possessed.

Austin keeps a mattress under his bed for keepsake - who knows why, it was mom who put it there in the first place - so I slept on it last night. It's not the most comfortable of things, but it would be much more comfortable than having to put up with Austin's kicking and sleep walking. I sleepwalk and talk also, but nowhere near as bad as Austin does.

One time, I caught him sitting on the floor next to the front door trying to do the splits. That was at two o'clock in the morning, from then on I vowed not to wake up in the middle of the night and go for a drink in case of finding Austin in awkward positions. I'm waiting for him to fall into the toilet because he always forgets to put the seat down, that would be freaking hilarious.

"Qué quieres gilipollas (what do you want asshole?)," I groaned as Austin put his foot on my ribcage to wake me up. "Ve a morir en un agujero por despertarme." (Go die in a hole for waking me up)

"Wakey pakey eggs and bakey," Austin hummed and I instantly sat up.

I felt the blood rush to my head and had to wait a few seconds to get back to my usual state. "Bacon?" I screamed in excitement, "Whose cooking bacon?"

Austin scratches the back of his head. He's standing over my bed in sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with a taco sauce stain on it from last night's feast. "I didn't say there was bacon," he smirks.

I feel like ripping it off his face and feeding it back to him for giving me such false hope. "You suck donkey ass," I sneered and got out of bed. My pajamas consisted of a very unflattering tank top with cats all over it and men's boxers. I hate wearing ladies boxers, so I go to the shops and buy men's boxers for myself. I have to write my name on the tag or else my asshole brother will steal them and call them his own - he's done that before, trust me. I'm wearing bright blue boxers with Bart Simpson's face all over it and 'eat my shorts' written on the butt.

Apparently, it's hard to take me seriously when I'm wearing them but I don't care. I'm more about comfort then practicality. If I want to wear men's boxers, then I'm going to wear them shamelessly.

"Do we have bacon?" I ground my teeth together. I am having bacon whether anyone likes it or not.

"Sí (yes)," he nods in affirmation. "Four pounds of it. Mom went shopping and I convinced her to get us some."

I nearly got down on both knees and praised my mother for buying me so much bacon. It's like Christmas has come already. I fist pump, grabbing my phone off Austin's side table and racing downstairs to the kitchen. I sent a quick text to Nate and Tyler saying 'bacon' and instantly got a response from both of them.

I'm coming even though I don't have a shirt on, you won't mind though ;) - Tyler

BACON! I'M JUMPING THROUGH MY WINDOW INTO YOURS - Nate

I snorted out a laugh at the two of them. Last night after the movie, Nate forced Tyler and me to exchange numbers, much to my disgust. The two of them left around half past night last night and, from what I heard, Nate got in the shit big time. My father didn't come home last night - I wonder why (sarcasm) - and mother dearest was at work.

My whole family -e except for Austin and I - is a complete train wreck. I've always wondered what it'd be like to have a normal and functional family, but I guess I'll never know.

I stepped into the bright white kitchen with light blue accents, taking in the several dirty dishes in the sink with a scowl. Mom never does her dishes, neither does dad. So, basically, Austin and I are left to do most of the cleaning. Austin noticed the dishes too, a sigh escaping his lips as he dragged his feet over to the plate-piled sink.

I opened the large white fridge and searched for the bacon rashers. Our fridge is mainly full of mom's protein drinks, fruit and vegetables and cans of soft drink, with a whole shelf designated for dad's beer and spirits collection. After searching for what felt like forever, I found the bacon in the vegetable crisper. Of course my mother would put them where the vegetables go...typical of her.

Five minutes later, I was cutting up the bacon, when someone opens the front door. I suspect it's Nate since he knows where we keep the key, under the cushion on the chair. Yeah, we don't do the generic under the doormat or potted plant - then its way too easy to break in then.

"Bacon," a voice squeals and I hear pounding footsteps running through the house. The voice is definitely Nate's, his infectious laughter and girlish squeal is something I'm used to every morning. He was supposed to be over here by now, but I guess his parents don't want him doing anything over here in the morning.

What does she think he's going to do? Pour a shot of tequila over his pancakes instead of maple syrup? He would probably try that, so I better not give him any ideas.

"Did you hear!?" Nate hollers and skips into the kitchen. He's dressed in denim shorts and a plain t shirt with his red vans on. His light brown hair is all over the place and he obviously forgot to put his eyebrows back in place after he rubbed them, because they are a sight to see. "AFTER A YEAR, NOVA FINALLY GETS A BOYFRIEND!"

"Fake," I corrected. It is fake and always will be fake. "This will be my third boyfriend," I imitated a slutty freshman with the squeaky voice and hand on my hip.

"I wonder when Hayden will be back," Nate ponders and I shoot him a deathly glare.

Hayden was my first ever boyfriend - and possibly the perfect boyfriend. He bought me flowers and chocolates and took me on cute dates to ice cream parlours. He, Nate, Emily and I were inseparable up until he had to move to Australia and broke up with me. That's when Nate started hanging out with Tyler instead of Hayden Grey. Hayden was one of the hottest guys in our school, I always felt so boring in comparison to him. He was this perfect golden boy, and I was just Nova. I would always ask myself why me when we dated, because I'm just so ordinary. He could've gone for someone like Allison, a really pretty pale girl in our year, but instead he went for me - the girl who acts like a guy most of the time.

"Don't even go there," I glare at him. It's not that I don't want Hayden to come back, I just feel like it would be awkward and I don't know if he would still want to be in a relationship with me. Heck, I don't even know if I have feelings for him still. It's been two years since our relationship, and I've only ever had one boyfriend being Clark. Clark was kind of a rebound, but I knew it wasn't going to work in the beginning since we were like brother and sister.

He drops the subject, instead opting for watching me cut up the bacon rashers. "I'm hungry," he states.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too but you can't exactly eat uncooked bacon," I retorted.

"Whatever," Nate pokes his tongue out at me and sits on the stool in front of the kitchen counter. I get the fry pan out and start cooking the bacon, when Tyler finally decides to show up. He's flustered and his shirt is on inside out, his cheeks tinted a little red and breathing heavily.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Nice shirt," I snort a laugh at the black and grey shirt which is inside out.

He looks down at his shirt and curses. "Sólo quiero tocino (I just want bacon)," he sighs and starts taking his shirt off.

Oh mother of god, he's seriously stripping in front of me in the kitchen. I want to keep watching, but I quickly avert my eyes down to the bacon. I did, however, catch a glimpse of his toned stomach and holy bolas calientes (hot balls) I could just lick it.

No. No no no no no no. Bad thoughts Nova get those disgusting thoughts out of your head.

They're pretty lick able though...

Oh my god Nova, get a grip for goodness sake. Look at you, wanting to lick your enemies' abs.

"Hey Nova," Tyler speaks up. I lift my head up to look at him, his shirt is still off and his chest is teasing me. It keeps singing 'lick me Nova, lick me' like a mantra. With a smirk, he tenses his boobs and I try with all my might not to ogle. I look down at the burning bacon with a hot blush on my cheeks.

"Stop it," I mumbled pathetically.

He smirks, putting his shirt back on. Damn, I was really enjoying the view. "I know you think I'm irresistible."

Of course Tyler, of-freaking-course.

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The drive to school was horrible. With me being a nervous wreck and Tyler laughing at me every time I threatened to cut his balls off and feed them to him, not to mention me nearly bailing a few times by jumping out of the window - so yeah, it was pretty mierda (shit).

"Te cortare las heuvos y te las dare te comer," I growled at Tyler, who burst out laughing. Austin cracked up in the front seat while Nate whined about not being in the conversation since he couldn't speak Spanish." (I will cut off your balls and feed them to you)

"¿qué pasa con nuestros bebés , entonces?" Tyler speaking Spanish is hot as all hell. I glared at him again, I would say something and he would always feed is straight back at me with some kind of smug retort. (What about our babies then?)

"Yo no lo haría-"

Nate interrupted me with a high pitch scream. "SHUT THE HELL UP! No more Spanish. Got that? None. Nada-"

"Ninguno," Tyler had to add his two cents.

"Shut the hell up," he seethed. Nate trying to be angry is like trying to say bubbles in an angry voice - impossible. "Because dickhead over here," he nods towards my brother, "Refuses to translate. Care to share for me, Austin?"

Austin shrugs, "They're deciding when they're going to have their first child and when they're going to sacrifice it to a demon. They're trying to find out a demon to adopt it, that's why they're fighting," I swear my brother should be an actor, because that was the best show he just put on. He does drama at school, but he hasn't thought about doing it as his passion just yet.

"Fair enough," Nate shrugs, turning the wheel of his car into Octavia High.

I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating again when he finally pulled up at a parking spot. Tyler turned to me and winked, "Ready, fake girlfriend?"

"Nope," I started ahead at the seat in front of me. Nate and Austin had already gotten out so it's just me and Tyler in the backseat since Nate banished us there and Austin called dibs for front seat.

"Ah, fuck it."

I jumped out of the car and shifted between my tippy toes in a nervous effort to keep myself occupied. Tyler finally got out and walked around the back of the car, slinging an arm around my shoulder. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arm around his waist.

Let's do this shit.

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"So I heard you and Tyler are together," Genevieve Stevens winked at me from where she was sitting in homeroom. Eloise and Emily are beside me with Genevieve in the seat in front.

I bit my lip, "Yeah."

"Aww," she cooed, "You guys are the cutest couple. I remember how you used to hate each other so much. I've heard that the sex is so much better with couples like you and Tyler," she smirked.

I faltered, waving a hand around my face and shaking my head sideways for what felt like a minute or so. "No, no way. Nope, no sorry Genevieve."

"Sorry Gen," Emily put a hand on my shoulder, "She's still touchy about the sex topic. She doesn't like to share how good it was, so don't tell anyone."

Oh my god, my best friend is completely betraying me. "No, no, no." I glared at Emily, "We haven't had sex yet."

Genevieve raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Genevieve is possibly the prettiest girl in Octavia High. She's on the cheerleading team - she's the captain actually - and one of the nicest girls I've ever met. I'm friends with most of the cheerleading team; they're so far off the stereotypical cheer bitches. They're genuinely good dancers and truly nice compared to Allie.

Genevieve has olive skin with bright green eyes and thick brown hair which she wears down and always straightened. She has a curvy natural figure and plump pink lips. I used to be really close with her back in middle school days; we still are, but just not as close since we both found other friends.

"So, Emily says you have sex like rabbits, while you say you haven't even done the dirty once?" Genevieve looks amusedly between Emily and me.

"Well, not exactly rabbits, more like Antechinus'," Emily grins.

"Emily," Eloise speaks up from beside me, "Are you sure that's the right animal? An antechinus has so much sex it kills itself, you're practically implying that Tyler is going to die from having sex with her so much."

"Oh."

"Well, lovely chatting with you guys," Genevieve laughs. She fixes up her white blouse and pulls out three notes from her bag, handing us each one. "You should come," she nods to the sheet of paper.

Genevieve's 18th Bonfire Party on the beach

This Saturday at the beach next to Aurelia's Ice Cream BYO drinks

"Sorry about the late notice."

I smile at Genevieve, "I should be able to come."

"Same," Emily nods.

"I'll force Brandon to come," Eloise chuckles, tucking her straight ebony hair behind her ear.

"Great! Don't forget to bring your boyfriend Nova," she winks, before turning around to start talking to Ethan, her boyfriend.

The rumour mill was in overdrive this morning with the news of Tyler and I being a 'couple'. I heard from a few girls while walking down the hallway to hallway that we are the new 'it couple' and that everyone was expecting us to get in a relationship. A few girls congratulated me, while Allie sneered and turned the opposite direction.

Ah, bittersweet memories.

Tyler was so smug when he reintroduced me to our group of friends as his girlfriend. A few of the guys hollered nonsensical things at him, while Clark patted him on is back and commented about his perfect cupid skills.

Yeah, perfect my ass. This isn't even real.

Tyler offered to walk me to homeroom, even though his way before mine. I felt special, but then realised that he was only doing it not because he wants to, but simply because he has to. It's practically a given when dating - walking to class together, sitting in class together, sitting at lunch together, the whole shebang.

I had sent a text to Emily last night about what Tyler and I are planning on doing, and she was all for it. She said that it was a shame it was only a fake relationship, but it'll definitely turn into something more.

Ha! My ass.

I checked my schedule one last time as we all walked out of homeroom together. Since each day has alternative classes, I have Art, Ancient History, Gym then another English Literature lesson last. Emily and I walked together to Art, only to find a sign on the door saying 'Nova Lockheart and Ellie Saunders Class Change to Home Economics - Room 14.

"You're shitting me," I scowled at Emily as I read the notice. Just my luck.

"Esto es una mierda," Emily crosses her arms over her chest and stamps her Doc Martens on the ground loudly. (This is bullshit)

"I know, hey," I turn on my heel, clutching my backpack as it nearly slipped off my shoulder. "I guess I'll see you at lunch then, besto."

Emily nods and pouts, waving at me. She looks like a little puppy whose owners just left at home all by itself.

I found room 14, which was just one the first level, and bashed into the door in an effort to open it. I'm furious that I had a class change. Sure, I like Home Economics also, but Art is my bludge subject! I know how to cook - I kind of have to since I work at a diner - but I don't feel like cooking at school also.

A huff escaped my lips as I realised that I had to pull the door instead of push. If that wasn't obvious enough, 'PULL' was written above the door handle. I'm such a train wreck this morning I tell you.

"Miss Lockheart," the teacher I recognised from last year as Miss Hail. She's an old hag with grey hair and an always grim and angry expression. Her face is in a natural frown, I don't think anyone has ever seen her smile. I had butted heads with her last year when I had her as a relief teacher for English - big time. Four detentions later, she still hates me with a passion. "Late?"

"I'm sorry Miss Fail," I mocked her," Oops, I mean Hail. But I just learnt that I changed classes, so excuse me." I love out-sassing Miss Hail because it's absolutely hilarious watching her facial expression afterwards.

"Go sit next to Allie," she spoke in her raspy manly voice. I sighed. Of course I would be stuck next to Allie.

I poked my tongue out at Miss Hail as she turned around to look at the board, making my way to the middle of the classroom where Allie was sitting at the bench. The counter was covered in ingredients - flour, eggs, milk, chocolate, food colouring etc. Allie scowled when I sat next to her; I sent her an innocent smile.

Take that, bitch.

"Make your best cookies," Miss Hail looked at everyone with her permanent scowl. Her dark brown eyes were dull and droopy with huge empty bags under her eyes. Ah, isn't she beautiful. Must be from being angry so much.

First off, why the hell do we need food colouring for cookies? Thinking about it, I'm going to make the most unforgettable cookies she's ever seen.

Half an hour later, and twelve perfect cookies came out of the kitchen oven. Allie didn't bother to help at all, she didn't even twitch when I flicked flour at her, being too absorbed into her phone and texting all her 'gurlfraaaaands xoxo'. I read her phone and that was what the group chat was called - kill me now.

The only imperfection these sexy cookies have - is that they're fluorescent green. I wanted to go out with a bang, so I made fluorescent cookies. Made from the heart.

Miss Hail nearly had a heart palpitation when she saw my cookies. "Miss Lockheart, I do not appreciate you ruining yours and Allie's cooking," she grumbled with her arms crossed over her hippy poncho.

"They're my best cookies though," I fought back, imitating her pose, "Plus, Allie didn't even do anything. The best kind of cookies, are bright green ones."

Miss Hail left our table without a word. Mission accomplished, I smirked to myself. The cookies actually tasted really good. I always make these recipes - par the food colouring, which I think is a perfect finishing touch - so I knew the recipe off by heart. Okay, I lie. I wrote the recipe down in the notes on my phone and used that to help me. My memory isn't that good.

Allie looked at the cookies then back up at me and sneered, "What is wrong with you."

"Not much," I shrugged nonchalantly, "My mother had my tested to see if I did."

"You know," she chews loudly on her bubble gum, "Tyler doesn't even like you. He told me last night when he was over at my house."

"He was over at your house last night?" I burst out laughing, "Nice try, sweetie. I do remember clearly that Nate, Austin, Tyler and I spent last night watching a movie together."

Allie just glared at me.

"Cat got your tongue?" I cocked my head to the side. I feel like a royal bitch at the moment, but I like feeding it right back at Allie who has a stupid nonsensical vendetta against me.

"Watch your back bitch," she said.

Then, the bell rang and Allie fleeted the classroom quicker than Usain Bolt would run. That's right - I win. I grabbed my cookies and stuffed them in my bag (they're in a large plastic bag), walking out of the classroom with a smug smile.

That's the thing about Allie. She'll make up complete and utter bull-turtles just so that she can threaten people. Everyone knows that Allie, and her gurrrrlllfraaaand Destiny Hudson, will lie to get where they want to go. It's just a given to know that. Unfortunately, they forget that people like me can see through their pathetic lies.

I sent a text to Tyler on the way to my next class.

Allie's out to get me, oops - Nova

Instantly came a reply.

I won't let anyone hurt my little kitten - Tyler

I cringed, ugh that it the worst pet name ever. I'm fine if he says kitten, but 'my little kitten' is horrible and overboard. It sounds like My Little Pony.

Call me that again, and I WILL CASTRATE YOU. Love, your favourite demon, Nova. - Nova

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