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Chapter 22: Friends, Fun and the Call of a Fraud

Rather fail with honor than succeed with fraud.

~Starlight24

Starlight24: Hey

I stared at those words again. I had texted Popcorned over two hours ago, and there was still no response. I don't know why he was ignoring me.

I also don't know why I even cared.

Then, deciding that my phone would literally be the death of me if I continued to look at it, I threw it onto my bed and covered it with my pillows.

Naturally, my hand shot under and got it back.

Talk about great self-control.

Still no reply. This was going to KILL me.

I was in one of my crazy moods. I was in this hyperactive mood, where I would do and say some rubbish that I would probably regret later. It had happened a lot of times now, so I was used to it. It still wasn't any less embarrassing though.

"Dylaaaaaan," I called, opening my window to talk to him. It had become a regular habit now.

"Daaaaaaaaay," he responded after a beat. I didn't have to wait more than two seconds.

Unlike that stupid Popcorned.

"I'm bored." I informed him.

"Well thanks. I'll take that bit of information and work wonders with it, I promise." Dylan smirked.

"Help me not be bored." I ordered with my hands on my hips.

Dylan paused in mock thought. Then, out of the blue, he scooped something up in his hand and threw it at me.

He threw a bunch of cotton at my face.

"What even!?" I asked, laughing.

"Is that good enough, Your Highness?" he asked, bowing.

"Where did you get a bunch of cotton balls from?" I called, still laughing a bit.

He blushed at the question, which naturally piqued my curiosity. "Um... My mom..."

"Ohmigosh don't tell me." I said, shoving my hand out. "You got some girl pregnant, and you're too cheap to actually buy clothes so you're stitching them. I'm right, aren't I?" I asked. I was joking, of course, but Dylan's eyes widened.

"Riley's pregnant!?" he asked, looking horrified. Then he shot me a glare. "Hardy har har. Very funny, Day. I'm dying of laughter here."

"Ew, who's Riley?" I asked chuckling.

"Some chick," he said dismissively. This guy was ridiculous.

"I really didn't need that piece of information that you so gracefully supplied me with," I chuckled, still feeling a little queasy about his revelation.

"Hey!" he said, snapping his fingers. "Do you like Jase?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Huh?" I said, a little thrown by the directness of the question.

He moved his hands around. "Do you or do you not like Jase?" he asked.

"I don't know! I've just been through a huge breakup here and I'm not in the mood to let things get shattered again." I said with an eye roll.

"Yeah, okay," he said noncommittedly. "My mom said I should learn stitching," he said, blushing like no one's business.

"Oh my goodness," I cracked up, holding my stomach. "That is disturbing."

"I know. It's equally disturbing, too," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

"I can imagine," I sympathized, leaning further and tapping him on the head. Remember how I said that our houses were creepily close?

"So... what happened between you and Max?" he asked, and my head snapped up and I glared at him.

"Excuse-me?" I asked. "That was rude and it's none of your business."

Dylan shrugged. "I'm just curious, Miss Manners."

"Miss Manners?" I scoffed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I waved a quick goodbye to Dylan before running down. "I thought you had manners, but evidently I was wrong!" he called.

"Nothing new there, you're always wrong!" I hollered, opening the door.

Max.

"I don't want to see you! Do I need to flash a neon sign in front of your face for you to get the hint?" I said, slamming the door on his face.

He had the audacity to ring again.

"Max, I will call the cops. Leave me alone." I warned with the empty threat leaking through my voice.

"Day, please," he called, still waiting patiently.

"Being clingy isn't a good look on you. Leave me alone." I said, unable to ignore and walk away like a boss.

Then, the doorbell rang again and I opened it, ready to scream my head off, when I faced a pair of startling blue eyes.

"Jase! Hey, I wasn't expecting you," I said, offering him a beaming smile. Max looked like I'd just hit him in the crotch, and I remembered I'd told him that I'd used him completely.

So I did something I'd never expected myself to do in my whole life.

I leaned up and pecked Jase on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked stunned. "Uh... Day?"

"Hi Jase!" I chirped, giving him the look with my eyes, telling him to go along with this or I'd castrate him. Contrary to popular belief, I'm scary as hell.

Why did I just say that I was scary to the general public?

People, I'm just kidding. I'm a sugar dipped in sugar syrup. I'm not a bad person.

And now I'm talking to myself. Psychiatric ward, here I come!

"Hello?" Jase snapped in front of my face, and I looked at hm. "What were you day dreaming about?" then he chuckled when he said day dreaming. How immature. "I Day dream too," he said with a grin, and I whacked him in the arm.

"I was thinking about going to a mental hospital," I admitted begrudgingly, and Max raised his eyebrows. "OH! I WAS THINKING OF KICKING THAT GUY WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!" I yelled, pointing at Max.

"What happened?" asked Jase, sympathetically. I remembered their first fight where I ended up in the hospital. Ah, the good old days.

"Max is being obsessively clingy after committing a huge crime," I said, putting my back against Jase's and doing the James Bond pose while loading my imaginary gun.

"What huge crime is this, Miss Winters?" Jase asked, copying me. It was kind of funny to see this masculine boy James Bonding with me.

"The crime of..." I decided on not telling Jase what Max had done, or else there wouldn't even be any body to bury at his funeral because Jase would've probably decapitated him and then burned the rest.

Then again, that wouldn't be a bad thing, per say. "HE ATE MY ICE CREAM!" I squeaked.

Max looked relieved. I can't believe I was substituting my pleasure with the fact that I was saving his life. This wasn't a fair bargain, I needed a refund.

"HOW DARE HE!?" asked Jase in feigned horror.

"I KNOW RIGHT?" I asked back, and Max looked really awkward. "Can I kick him, please?"

Max flinched, but still looked me in the eye.

Then, I took my leg and swung it right into his shin, and he buckled to the ground in pain.

Contrary to popular belief, I was extremely strong as long as I didn't strain myself.

"You deserved that," I told him, and then I shoved him out and Jase picked him up bridal style and placed him in his car. Max was clutching his leg and swearing in pain. "I SHIP IT!" I yelled, looking at Jase carrying Max. "I ship Jax or Mase," I clarified, earning a death glare from Jase.

"Do you think that was a bit too harsh to do because he stole your ice cream?" Jase asked. He'd placed Max in the car and had come back to join me in the porch.

I shrugged. "Nah, not really. Don't underestimate the magical properties of ice cream or else..."

Jase shuddered. "I'm not arguing with you. Remind me to never get on your bad side."

I smiled innocently. "What are you talking about? I'm such a sweetheart."

"Whatever you say, doll," he said with an eye roll. With a jolt, I realized that I hadn't heard him call me doll in ages.

"Um... I broke up with Max," I confessed.

"So that's why you just randomly decided to kiss me," he said, looking annoyed.

I shrugged. "I'm not a bad kisser," I said, not really knowing whether I was or not but just hoping I wasn't. I mean, how was I supposed to know?

"Have you kissed yourself?" he asked, chuckling.

"Nah, but I'm good at everything, so why would this be any different?" I joked, but Jase's expression was serious.

"Well, you are." And with that he picked me up in his arms and gave me another kiss just for the heck of it.

I heard a wail from the car followed by a 'MY FOOT!'.

Stupid Max.

"Idiot," I said, smacking his arms lightly but feeling oddly tingly.

Dylan came over too, and he grinned at Jase and I. "You guys were kissing?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I shook my head. "It's a long story, trust me."

Dylan laughed. Max had driven off finally, and the three of us were just joking around.

Dylan's phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID made my heart drop.

Nat.

"Hey Dylan!" she chirped, reserving that voice for no one but him. I resisted the urge to cringe.

"Hi, Nat," said Dylan, and judging by his tone, Nat didn't call very often.

"Oh! You simply must hear what I have to say," Nat said, acting upset.

"I'm listening," Dylan said with an eye roll. He, thankfully, had it on speaker.

"Well, your precious Day isn't that precious after all, Dylan," I could hear her sneer.

I perked up and was about to shout, but Dylan signaled for me to shut up.

"Why's that?" he asked.

I was sick and tired of Nat. First she's a cold bitch, then she insults my friends and then she steals my boyfriend. And now she was bad mouthing me.

"Well, for one, she's a fraud." Nat sighed dramatically.

"Again, why's that?" Dylan asked, looking at me and rolling his eyes again, as if to say can you believe her?

"She's a little liar, that's why." Nat said, enjoying herself immensely.

"Nat, I really have no time for this," Dylan huffed.

"Okay, I'll tell you, Mr. Impatience." Nat said angrily. "Day has no idea who Starlight is."

A/N:

Here's your daily dose of Day. Enjoy.

Wow, another cliffy. I'm getting good at this stuff.

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