♥Song of the Chapter- Be Ok by Ingrid Michaelson (ALSO THERE'S A PICTURE OF THEO JAMES, HIS BUSHY EYEBROWS AND ALL ON SIDE. READ ON SO YOU WON'T BE CONFUSED AS TO WHY)

Dedicated to- @fallzswimmer who writes absolutely adorable stories! Gahh!

✐Chapter 6- "frightened that I may barf or piss my pants"✎

She was stunning.

Now, I'm no lesbi, but man, she was beautiful. Golden, sun-kissed skin, perfect, windblown blonde hair, gorgeous long, curly eyelashes with bright, striking bright green eyes. Mile long legs, too, with big boobs, big hips, and a big, bright, extremely white, giant, toothy smile.

I wanted to smack her.

She was too cheery, too social, too pretty, too happy, too... perfect.

She was the polar opposite of me.

Sam and I got to school and she jumped out of her freaking pink mustang squealing and ran to me and Sam.

"Sammy!" She shrieked, causing many heads to turn, and she wrapped her arms around his neck after he got out of the car, and pinned him to it. The cool metal was on his back as she promptly began to chew his face off.

Let me just say- gross.

He finally decided to rest his hands on her waist and started eating her face back (also known as kissing, for all the slow people out there) as I scrunched my face in disgust. Thank god, only one week I have left until I move out of that hoodlum's house.

I shook my head at teenagers these days and headed inside the school building.

"Hey Des!" Lucas shouted to me cheerfully, panting as he ran towards where I was heading. How sweet, is he going to walk me to the door? Oh, what a true gentlema-

Whoosh.

He flew past me, with a flock of jocks chasing him angrily. We had gotten a slight pass with them because Sam and his buddies had always been around. Apparently they caught him alone. They ran in an angry mob, and I notice Mason tagging along behind Lucas, the steroid giants also chasing him, and he flashed me a smile and gave me a little wave. I lifted a hand to my mouth in a little bit of shock. 10 against 2? That's hardly fair! What did Mason and Lucas ever do to get the whole football team to hate them?!

That was awful. Just as I was about to flag down a teacher or something, all the jocks tackled them to the ice cold ground. I was just about to scream when someone clamped there hand over my mouth making me struggle for words, and they dragged me behind a tree.

"Mhmmphhmmphhm! Mhmphffphmmmffhm- is kidnapping! You smell like moldy ham and cheese! What are you doing, I'm an innocent- oh it's you." Lucas was standing before me with an unamused expression on his face, then sniffed his pits.

"I smell perfectly fine, thank you." He peeked from behind the tree to the jocks who were now scratching their heads in stupidity as to where Mason and Lucas were.

"God, they're really a hopeless case." Mason said with a dumbfound expression as he came up from behind me.

"How-"

"We just ran in the other direction." Lucas said with a slight wink and a tip of an imaginary hat. "They just kept running."

"They are a little slow on the uptake, aren't they?" I replied, and with that, us Three Musketeers headed for the school.

✐✎✏

During the snooze-fest that was history class, (man, the teacher is almost as boring as the ghost teacher in Harry Potter, Professor Binns) I snuck out my phone and tapped on my blog's webpage. Slightly leaning over in my seat, my fingers began flying across the screen in record time (for me, anyways).

Blog #75

Guess what day it is?

Q&A day! (Yes, and also Hump Day)

Question from aintnobodygottime_fodat: What is a, "Fangirl Attack?" You say you get them a lot

Answer: Well, kind person, a 'fangirl attack' is when your feels just explode and you're sort of just twitching and spazzing all over and you're just sort of like ASDFGHJKL THIS OMFG *dies*

Question from igotdabooty: Why are you anonymous?

Answer: Maybe I feel that when people do find out who I am I will be judged for what I wear and who I am. Or it could just be because I don't want any papa-papa-pa-pa-razzi

Question from unicornspoop_rainbows: OHMYGOSH CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH I LOVE YOU

Answer: Um, if we ever meet, sure...?

Question from talknerdytome: CAN YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND? I'LL PAY YOU AND EVERYTHING, JUST NAME A PRICE

Answer: I... I don't really know how to respond to that...

Question from talknerdytome: I MEAN, SIRIUSLY THO, WILL YOU MARRY ME? I'LL EVEN SELL MY FERARRI IF I HAVE TO. HELL, I'LL SELL MY BABY BROTHER IF YOU WANT HIM.

Answer: ...

I tapped post and was about to shove my phone discretely in my pocket when-

"Ms. Odair, mind telling the class what is more important than the Revolutionary War?"

Oh fiddlesticks.

I wracked my brain for something to say. My fish died and my mom was texting me to break the news? No, too depressing.

My sister popped out Destiny Jr. and called to tell me? Ah, no, that would be too... creepy.

My friend sent me a photo she found off of Instagram of my boyfriend snogging a dude that looked like Justin Beiber? I snorted, that's not believable at all.

Please, like I could have a boyfriend. Hell, like I could even have a friend.

"Um, I'm sorry I was using my phone, sir. It's just, you see, m-my great-grandmother's daughter-in-law's cousin's son was just... Attacked! Yeah, attacked, by a pack of werewolves! She said that they only heard... Um, Jimmy, that's my great-grandmother's daughter-in-law's cousin's son's name, say something about Taylor Lautner, so they were going to go get him checked out, preferably by a therapist, or a psychiatrist, and my great-grandmother, bless her, has a phone even at age 102, texted me to say that Jimmy was going into a mental hospital, and," I began to fake cry at this point. "THEY DON'T KNOW IF HE'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT!" I wailed.

The teacher looked thoroughly flabbergasted, and began to open and close his mouth for a couple minutes. All you could hear was the soft cries coming from me and the whispers from the students. Nobody dared speak. The whole class was looking at me like I was insane. God, I already know I'm insane! You don't need to remind me! Rude.

And then all of a sudden, someone burst into laughter. His laughter melted my insides, and ignited a fire from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. His laughter was deep, melodic even, and his laughter caused a domino effect throughout the classroom, and the affects were thunderous. Laughter echoed off of the walls and I could visibly see the teacher chuckling to himself.

I shrunk in my seat with a raspberry blush glued to my cheeks. I willed the ground to swallow me up whole. Sam was still laughing, and he looked even more gorgeous than usual. Wait, what? LAUGH OUT LOUD, I was totally just kidding. Psh, he is not gorgeous. He doesn't look like an angel at all.

You never said he looked like an angel...

Ugh, you're back? Go away conscious, no one likes you!

Eventually when the class calmed down, the teacher smirked and gave me a special homework assignment to me of 'Why history class is better than playing on your cell phone'. It needs to be 500 words.

So far I've got nothing.

Anyways, I headed to the cafeteria where Sam, Holly (remember his girlfriend? Well, more like friend with benefits. Yeah, that's Holly) Mason, Lucas, Dan, JJ, Thomas and Ian were already sitting and seeing who could make the loudest belch. So far Lucas was winning, so I slid into the seat beside him.

"Toss me a can!" I asked, and he passed me a sprite. I took a large gulp and ignored the fizzy soda that trickled down my throat and nearly drank the whole can, then let out a loud, "BUUUUUUUURP!"

They looked at me, astonished (Ms. Pretty-Pink-Mustang gave me a look of pure disgust) and then JJ broke the silence by slapping me on the back, setting me into a fit of coughing, "Welcome to the gang!"

✐✎✏

"Hello again, Ma'am." I waved to Ms. Betty. She playfully scowled at me, her smile wrinkles crinkling around her eyes.

"Now, what did I tell you about calling me 'Ma'am'? Call me Betty, hun."

I smiled. "Okay, Ma'a- Betty." I caught myself.

"You can do homework, or whatever you young kids do these days. But, just a warning, my granddaughter is coming in to work today, she's been living with her father for the past couple weeks, so that's why you haven't met her. She'll be living with me now."

I nodded absentmindedly, plugging in my earplugs and putting my music list on shuffle. I headed over to the jumbo beanbag chair in the corner of the room and pulled out my homework. I scooted my butt further into the maroon beanbag chair until my legs popped and my arms stretched like elastic bands over the sides. I adjusted my glasses and ran a hand through my hair. Just shoot me now. Just kill me. I really hope the apocalypse comes and murders all of mankind (I really hate homework, do not take any of this to heart). Essays are easy for me, though.

One thing you can do- stall, except I'm not the best at stalling either. I sort of just... What do people say now a days? Go with the roll? No... No, go with the flow.

Why history class is better than your cell phone.

History class is so much fun. You get to doodle on random notebook sheets from your binder because the teacher is always facing the board. With your phone it can hurt your eyes. During history class you can make spitballs and shoot them at unsuspecting kids for fun. During history class there's also a ton of cute boys, and since I sit near the back, I can check them out all I want, unless one of them turns around while I'm staring. Phones are addicting, especially if you're playing temple run. That game's so addicting, I once played 4 hours straight when I was in the car on the way to my Uncle Joe's. Man, Uncle Joe's a real hoot. Once he gave me an empty box of condoms for my birthday the word boyfriend written in sharpie on the bottom of the box. I asked him what the point of it was, and he said my sex life was inexistent, just like my boyfriend. HA! My family's just hilarious. One time, my sister was running through target and was in the b-

"I SAID, WHO ARE YOU?" Someone screamed, and I jerked in the plush beanbag chair, and rolled off of it, still clinging on, making the maroon seat roll on top of my face, as I flailed and kicked my legs to try and escape the suffocating chair. I think I kicked someone while in the process of trying to free myself from the beanbag's prison.

"Mphhphhffphfft! Mmphhhhhfftphfft-" I heard a shuffle of footsteps as I turned down the volume of my iPhone and an exasperated voice sighed and took the beanbag off of my face. I quickly took out my headphones and held out my hand, stuttering, "I'm Destiny, but you can call me whatever you want, no big deal, y'see, I'll just be over here, doing some homework, and I'll stay out of your way, it's cool, talk to you later, didn't mean to kick anybody, nope, I never hurt nobody, excuse me, that was really bad English, I meant I never meant to hurt anybody, yeah, that's better-"

"Do you ever shut up?" The girl scowled, shaking my hand. She had pin-straight, jet black hair with vibrant pink highlights pulled up into a ponytail, with stunning, violet eyes beneath wire-rimmed glasses. She was wearing dark navy jeans with a black shirt, and was chomping noisily on bubblegum. She rose high above me, looking to be about five foot seven, which would be five inches taller than me.

"Usually, yes, I do shut up, but I was frightened that I may barf or piss my pants, so I kept talking in hopes the barf never came out since I think I already pissed my pants!" I squealed, and immediately covered my mouth with my narrow fingers that had nails with cute little Deathly Hallow symbols on them after I said it.

"Um, whatever. My names Danny... Are you going to Jefferson High by any chance?" This 'Danny' questioned me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, tugging on the end of my chocolate colored hair.

"Oh," she shrugged. "I'm going there next week. Don't really know anybody else, so I don't want to be known as a loser."

I laughed weakly. "Hehe, pshh, yeah, you totally won't look like a loser if you hang out with me."

She gave me a deadpanned look. "Don't tell me you're a nerd."

I said nothing.

"Ugh!" She groaned. "I should have known, you're working in a freaking bookstore, doing homework! Why, God, why! I don't want to be friends with nerdy little-"

"Why does everyone make it seem like it's the end of the world? And I am not little, I am simply a bit on the petite side-"

"-girl who enjoys doing schoolwork-"

"-I never said I enjoy it you little-"

"-but now I have to be friends with you-"

"-who says you have to?-"

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

"Wow, he is gorgeous."

"He is definitely not ugly."

"Am I drooling?"

"He's like a gift from the gods."

"Totally. And those eyelashes are just gorgeous."

"Oh, his lips are perfect. Like a little pink heart."

"And his eyebrows are perfectly fuzzy. Like two cute little caterpillars on his forehead."

"I know, right?"

If I said we had a special bond immediately, I would be lying. But now, it was like we were two peas in a pod, fangirling over Theo James. Homework had been long forgotten, and now I had my phone out and we were scrolling through pictures of hot actors.

We exchanged numbers as Betty closed up shop. The older woman smiled at the two of us. "So are you two friends now? I could've sworn I heard someone screaming, but it was probably just my hearing aid."

Danny ushered her grandmother out of the store, "We'll have to get that hearing aid checked out, Grams." She winked at me. "Anyways, see you next week Destiny."

I waved goodbye to her and she smiled to me, her perfectly straight, white teeth shining. Gosh, do always have to be the ugly duckling of a group of people? I wore braces for three years and my teeth aren't even that shiny!

"Yeah, see you." As they headed out, I called Lucas to pick me up since I don't have a car... Or a bike... And I'm too lazy to walk...

A couple minutes later he pulled up, completely driving on top of the curb, and I skedaddled out of the way so I wouldn't get hit by his maniac driving skills. I swear one day he's going to take out someone's mailbox.

"Hop in!" He grinned lopsidedly to me. He was so adorable when he did that. I immediately returned his smile and did as he told. He still doesn't know I'm living with Sam, and I feel so guilty. He smiled at me again, making me weakly grin- probably looked more like a cringe- and headed off...

...fifteen miles per hour above the speed limit.

"Jesus Christ Lucas, are you trying to murder me?" I shrieked, hanging onto the 'Crap Handles' as I call them, because when you need to hold onto it you're just kind of like 'CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP'.

"CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP" I yelled.

"Hey, it's not that bad!" Lucas laughed. "I'm going slow for you!"

"THIS IS NOT SLOW!" I screamed.

He laughed at my frightened state as we arrived at my house.

"Thanks for the ri-i-ide...SAMUEL!" I screamed.

✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎✐✎

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey people of wattpad :D Is this a cliffhanger? Sort of? Ok ;)

What do you think is going on?!

#teamLucas or #teamSam ?

QOTC: if ypu could have any super power, what would it be?

Mine's a secret, since I'm working on an epic project and you guys are gonna love it [if you didb't catch the hint already, I'm writing a superhero book. the main character's this really badass chick and i just love the book so much right now]

What do you predict is going to happen? Do you like Danny?

Comment, vote, and share to make my day! I love you guys' comments :DD

I am brave, I am selfish, I am hungry. HBU?

siriusly_fandoms