[Chapter nineteen]

-Winnie-

"Bree from your math class!" I yell, bursting in through Flynn's front door at twelve in the afternoon.

I hear a thud and an "ow" come from the living room.

Ten bucks says he got a fright and tumbled off the couch while watching T.V.

I walking into the living room and and peer over the back of the couch to find him sprawled out on the ground, Spongebob playing on the T.V. "Let me guess, I scared the bejesus out of you and you fell off the couch?"

"Pfft, nooo..." He sits up and looks at me. "Yes."

"Knew it." I grin, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting cross legged as he gets up of the floor and sits next to me.

"And what about Bree from my math class?" He asks. I watch how he tenses up slightly.

"She's the girl you were talking about last night!"

His voice goes a pitch higher. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, she's one of the only other girls you associate yourself with outside of Tavi, Kamri and I," I start, turning my whole body to face him and he does the same, avoiding eye contact. "You hate all the other girls at our school. And the only male friends you have outside of Adonis and Luke, are the football team, you know, being the star quarterback and all. Three of your closest friends on the team are Will, Jack and Seb. Then there's, Johnny. He's a dick but you still consider him somewhat of a friend. And I know for a fact Johnny has the biggest crush on Bree. Bree has the same hair colour as Tavi and I, and a similar eye colour to Tavi, which is why you linked her to Tavi. The girl you were talking about was Bree."

He blinks at me. "What the fuck?"

"Am I right?"

He blinks again. "You—what the fuck?"

"Are those the only words in your vocabulary?" I stare at him with a blank look, waiting for him to say anything other than 'what the fuck'.

He shakes his head, snapping out of his shock. "HOW?"

"I stayed up until three in the morning putting the pieces together and figuring everything out." I shrug. "Only took two cups of coffee."

"Well, you're right...holy shit. Who knew you had a brain?"

"And this is why I'm going to study Criminology and Research, and Law in co—HEY!" I punch him in the side when I realise what he said. He bursts out laughing and I punch him again before pushing him off the couch. He grabs my ankle and pulls me onto the floor with him and starts tickling me. I flail around as he keeps tickling me.

"No! Stop! Stop! I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR KARATE CHOPPING YOU IN THE BALLS!" I scream between laughs. He finally stops after what felt like an hour, but was really one minute. I sit up, breathing unevenly. "I fucking hate you."

"Love you, too, Pooh Bear." He chuckles before sighing in relief. "I feel so much better now that you know."

"I know everything." I scoff. "You should've just saved me the trouble and Tavi two cups of coffee, and just told me."

"I just wanted to be completely certain about how I was feeling before telling you." He whines, laying his head in my lap.

"Um hello—"

"Hi."

I roll my eyes and continue. "I'm your best friend! You're supposed to vent to me and I'm supposed to help you figure out this crap, because I know you better than you know yourself!"

"Ughhh!"

"Anyway," I push his head off my lap and stand up. "I'm hanging out with Adonis today. I'll see you later, Flynn Rider."

"Bye, Winnie the Pooh." He grins while standing up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, making me roll my eyes again.

I walk to the front door and stop, turning around to look at him. "Knowing you better than you know yourself also means that I know you didn't like Octavia to push away your feelings for Bree. You like Bree because you're trying to push away your feelings for Tavi."

He gapes at me for a few seconds.  "Am not!"

"Are to. Call me when you realise I'm right." I smile sweetly. "Also, Johnny doesn't actually like Bree. He just wants to sleep with her. I heard him talking to one of your other meathead teammates the other day. I was gonna warn her but you might as well do that. Or beat Johnny's ass. Either, or."

I open the door and walk out, hearing him mumble a, "that bastard" under his breath as I close the door.

*~*

"Okay, okay, how about this one," I laugh as Adonis and I walker around the city, trying stupid pick up lines on each other like the losers we are. "Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."

"Wait, that was actually good, what the heck?" He grins, bumping my shoulder with his. "Okay, um...on a scale of one to ten, you're a nine and I'm the one you need."

I hold back a laugh. "What do you mean, nine?"

"Right. Sorry. What was I thinking calling you a nine?" He starts apologetically, his violet eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Thank yo—"

"If anything, you're a solid three."

"Excuse you, on a scale of one to ten, I'm and eleven and you're the one that's needs to go fuck himself!"

"I was joking, stupid." He bursts out laughing and throws an arm around me shoulder, pulling me into his side. "Your turn."

I grumble under my breath, leaning into his side subconsciously before a playful smirk makes it's way onto my face, which Adonis doesn't see.

"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because that ass is calling me." I slap his butt and he jumps away with a yelp, causing me to laugh uncontrollably, leaning on the brick wall of a random store to keep from falling over.

"Puta." He pinches my side and I squeak loudly, making him laugh as hard as I was earlier. "What the f—that was the cutest thing I think I've ever heard, Loca."

"Shut up!" I whine, trying not to smile. When he laughs—actually laughs, he squints his eyes, his nose scrunches up slightly, you can see his straight, white teeth, and his dimples are on full display. "You're fucking gorgeous, Hot Stuff."

Again with the no filter.

He slowly stops laughing and grins at me. "And you're fucking ugly."

I actually thought this moron was going to say something sweet, but nope. That's what came out of his mouth. Asshole.

I punch him in the gut, winding him. He quickly catches his breath and starts laughing again.

His laugh is actually really cute.

Damn him.

"I try to be nice for once and you wanna go and call me ugly?" I huff, crossing my arms and walking away. "Fuck you, too, then."

"Wait, Loca!" He calls after me, still chuckling. I hear his footsteps as he runs after me before wrapping his arms around me from behind and picking me up, bear hugging me. "I'm sorry—actually, I'm not sorry at all. But don't be mad."

"Huh, is someone speaking?" I feign confusion and he puts me down. I can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"I'll buy you ice cream."

Free ice cream?

I spin around and look at him with a grin, holding my arms out for a hug. "Doni!"

He rolls his eyes, suppressing a smile as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Loca."

"I want—"

"Dick?" He suggests, making me step back and slap the back of his head. He laughs loudly as my cheeks turn a light shade of red. I fucking hate this kid sometimes.

"No," I groan, my cheeks still hot. "C—"

I swear to God, if he says cock—

"I know, I know," he cuts me off as we start walking to the nearest ice cream parlour. "Cookies and Cream in a waffle cone. We have the same order."