Cahpter 5: The strangest things...

"You know..you can only blame yourself.." Milaca conformed as we walked along the cracked sidewalk of to our homes , her red hair bouncing as we moved on. I grunted in reply, non to happy about the situation I had put my self in. "What ever.." My murmur came out more like an irritated growl than it was suppose to be, but I didn't really regret since I felt horrible.

"Can you just tell I'm that you crossed your fingers during the bet?"

"I've already tried it."

"What about saying your sick?"

"Tried it."

"Hmm...have you tried seducing him?"

"Tried-wait..How would that help me?!" My eyes practically bulged out as my face turned at lest four different shades of red. Milaca simply shrugged in reply to this, a sly smirk plastered on her childish face. "Soo..how was your morning of last freedom?" She asked tilting her head back some to my gloomy features. "Non to great since I knew I was going to go through hll today."

I reflect the morning when the sun beamed upon me, gracing my form with warmth and then somehow I find myself falling over and ending up at the bottom of my own stair case! What a lovely and bruising way to start the day. My head hanged low at the bruising comment since I did end up with at lest for of them. Rubbing my soar elbow I look up to see Milaca had gain a few feet away from me.

"Milaca! Wait up!" My voice was somewhat dry today if not weak at the moment. She only glanced behind her and stopped right around a corner for me. "Sorry Deb, I just found it strange when you start doing your think and acting it out movements so I decided to walk away, hoping you get the pic on what you were doing." She chuckled out, knowing how I tend to do strange stuff.

"Eh..it's ok..I was doing that again?" She gave a short nod before pointing out some figure in the distance. "Hey..isnt that Evan thor-" I cut her off by pulling her to the side, hiding us from his passing form. "Milaca..your big mouth is going to kill me one of theses days..you know that?!" My whisper was harsh, hoping she get the message that I didn't want to be seen by the cocky jerk.

"mmfff.."

"hmm..what did you say Milaca?" I ask, still whisper while scouting the surrounding place for Evan. "MET Mff Goff!!" Perplexed, I glance down to see that I had accidentally covered Milaca's mouth, her eyes glaring daggers into mine. "Opps!" flinging my hand away as she gulps down some air like a fish with out of that souned cliché ..no?

"Hehe..sorry umm..Milaca..don't kill me." Was all I could say, preparing for the worst to come. Her face was redder than a tomato and her eyes seem as though they were on fire.

"Oh, and why not? It sounds like a LOVELY Idea!!"with that, she practically lunged at me, making me cower and scream like a child who saw a clown, heh..funny how I mention clown..

"Get back here Debra! I wana make a stew out of you!" That only made me run faster as Milaca gained up on me. Adults along with there children watch the scene, saying either kids on crack or wtf as we wisped by. Finally after a few runs around the block, she had started to lessen in pace.

A cheer of victory weld up inside of me as I did another lap around her tired form. "You can't get me naw naw naw-" My chant was canceled when I had slammed into a rather firm stomach, which for me can get, oh so much worse when I looked up and saw my nightmare.

"Funny you keep doing that."

My spin went cold when I peered up into Evan's handsome face. 'Wait..handsome? No! I don't think its handsome..someone's messing with me!' A light blush creped to my face while Evan continued to stare right at me. Snapping from my random and stupid thoughts, I look back to him with my infamous glare.

" Funny how?" My voice turned from friendly to a mere hiss of a slightly pissed off cat.

A smirk tugged at his lips with mischief hazel eyes grinning at my form. "Hmm..I dont know but your kind of the one man show if you ever had the time to look at your self." My eyes narrowed at this, not quit understanding his sentence. A faint 'ahem' stopped my onslaught of death glares as I glimpse behind to see Milaca with a little bit of tint within her cheeks.

"Umm..Deb" Milaca began, now staring at her feet as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Yeah?"

"..Pull down your skirt.."

My deep brown eyes widen as I slowly glance down to my black skirt. 'One man show eh?' My cheeks this time burned while I tried to hide the embarrassment from my appearance. 'Well..now the world knows I like wearing pok-a-dot, bikini cut panties..'

"hehe..I didn't know you like that kind of stuff.." I could tell he was holding back a chuckle as he leaned over to my pink face. "But..it kinda looks good on you.." After he said that the sound of flesh against flesh could be heard with a mild yelp. Now there was a bright raw hand print on Evans's cheek, his eyes were wide with surprised but a smirk replaced that shock.

Huffing out in pure embarrassment, I stalk away, past Milaca while muttering 'pervert' under my breath. Before I could even near my road to my home, Evan's voice rings past my ears.

"Debra! Remember the bet!"

Even if I didn't turn around, I could still feel the please smirk that was on his lips at the moment. God I hate these days of my life.

A/N: Sorry for the cliché moments in here, I had to hurry and update this in order to make some room on my quizilla. I Promise I will hopfully fix this chapter soon. This indeed was one of the first stories I started before I learned a bit more of proper writting. Hoped you got a few laughs though..