Chapter 4

"Would you rather… eat fungus-infested poop or… cheese on fungus-infested poop?"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. This was another one of those days when Drea and I had nothing else better to do and we're just lazing around at my house, in my pajamas. This was another one of those days when my mother would have to literally force us out the house and be productive especially since it was a weekend.

My mother always like comparing both of us to other teenagers she knew. But, in my opinion, I think she should be proud and relieved that we're not one of those people who actually go out and have "fun", if you catch my drift. No, Drea and I were your typical homebodies. But I guess we were too much of "homebodies", that sometimes, we just never prefer to leave the house. While other kids plan where to hang around at, Drea and I plan whose house we're crashing next. Pretty odd, huh?

"Isn't that the same thing?" I asked, rolling over the sofa, flipping through the channels. "I need better options."

"No." Drea insisted, sitting up straight. "The cheese actually makes it all better."

"How?" I felt like vomiting the brunch I had just taken.

Drea laughed hysterically like a maniac on the loose. I was not amused at all.

"By giving it some cheesy flavor!" She exclaimed. And by it, she meant the poop.

I pretended to vomit, bending over and creating choking noises. Drea was practically rolling on the floor, laughing. This was the fun we preferred. Personally, I think there's nothing wrong with it. I mean, is there?

We hear a car's honking in the front lawn. Drea and I eye each other dangerously. Neither of us wanted to move.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" I asked.

"Thumb war." She said.

I nodded as she grabbed my hand.

"1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war."

"Crud!" Drea cursed as she was defeated. She shouldn't be surprised though. I rocked at thumb wars.

She lazily stood up and opened the door. I sit back down and waited for Drea to tell me who it was outside.

"What the…" I hear her say. I also hear very girlish giggles from outside. I got curious, so I stood up and walked to the door.

"Oh, Sam! Delightful!"

I frowned.

In the car was Lara and with her was Chloe. Lara was probably flaunting the new car she had purchased just a few days ago with Lance—the time we saw them and their constant PDA. But what was her problem? I didn't actually care about her and Lance. Why did she bother taunting me?

I got out of my house and walked toward her car, parked right in front of my lawn. Drea followed behind.

"Wow, Lara. That's a nice car." I told her putting on one of my crystal clear plastic smiles. "Too bad you're driving it."

She pretended to act hurt, her hand placed on her mouth that had dropped open. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means your nose is beginning to look fake." Drea replied curtly.

"Whatever." She scoffed. "I'm glad you like it." she said. "Lance picked it out for me."

"He paid for it too. He said it was his birthday gift to her." Chloe added, lowering her shades. "I'm sure he never thought of giving one of these to you."

Then it was Drea's time to act shocked. "Oh no." she said. "Are you guys bankrupt?"

"Hah!" Chloe laughed out loud. "Hardly!"

"Oh really?" I asked. "Then did your dad just confiscate your ride after he had finally noticed what an attention-seeker you are?"

"Oooh, is that why Lara had to offer you a lift?" Drea asked, gasping. "Oh my."

Chloe frowned and gave us a very dirty look.

"You guys are such assholes." Lara declared. "No wonder you don't have boyfriends."

"Oh Lara," I said dramatically, looking at her sympathetically. "I'm not going to die like you probably will just because I don't have a boy to get me laid."

"Yeah, and we're actually really good at being assholes, the way you're really great at being sluts." Drea retorted.

"We were wrong then." Lara said revving up her engine. "You're not just assholes, you're grade A bitches, too!"

And with that, she drove away, with Chloe raising a finger at us.

"You're not just assholes, you're grade A bitches, too!" Drea mocked them with a ridiculous look on her face. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I can't believe them!" she exclaimed incredulously.

"Just leave them alone." I told her, rolling my eyes to dismiss the topic.

"And there you go again." She sighed.

"What?"

"You're doing it again, Sam!"

"Doing what?"

"You're leaving it alone again! Why do you do that?"

"Drea, I don't want to be bothered by these things. If I even touch it, it'll just haunt me back. It would be better to leave it alone. It's the only way this will all stop. Just give it a little time. They'll get bored and leave us alone."

"They'll leave us alone because they think we're helpless!"

"Oh come on. Don't even go there." I warned her.

"Did you see what happened just a second ago?" she was beginning to sound so desperate for me to listen to her.

"Yeah, I did."

"That's how they're gonna leave us alone." She said.

"Oh come on! Drea, I don't want to do that."

"Then they'll keep on kicking you in the gut."

"Look, whatever they're doing isn't even affecting me, so why should I bother?"

Drea held her hand us in front of her, finally giving in. "Alright, alright. Whatever."

A/N: yes, i understand it's even shorter than the others. im sorry for the long wait. but i promise there's more to come. :) review please! and tell me what you want t happen next!