Chapter three

I'm In love so I'd catch a grenade for ya, I throw my hand on a blade , throw myself in front of a train for ya! Yeah I would go through all this pain, take a bullet straight through my brain. But you would never do the same, oh no no no,never do the same~.-Bruno Mars.

"Harder!"

"A little more to the left!"

"RIGHT THERE!"

I set down the WII remote and stared at Braxton dully, "Do you have to make everything sound kinky?"

"What?" He said innocently, "I was just showing you the best way to play tennis."

"Sure and Britney Spears is a virgin."

"Yep, her, Cher, Madonna, and The Kardashians," He said hit playing and beginning our tennis death match again.

The remote flew out my hand and nearly clocked Braxton in the head.

"Whoa," He said catching it, "Don't try to knock me out 'cause you can't play tennis."

I rolled my eyes, "Sure, if I wanted you knocked out. You'd be in a ditch somewhere in Mexico, believing your name was Pablo and that you sold Jalapeno's and Tabasco sauce."

He looked at me with narrowed eyes, "You thought that out way to much..."

I shrugged, "I'm imaginative."

"Your going to be on Deadly Women," He said shuddering.

"I like that show," I said with a sadistic smirk.

"That's hot," He said leaning forward.

I leaned forward and whispered, "I could talk about Puberty and still be hot."

His nose scrunched in disgust and I smirked, "Keep it in your pants, Pecker Pan."

"Don't you mean Peter?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"No, I mean Pecker," I said as we walked out of the Rec hall and back to our cabin.

Braxton had gotten me and him kicked out of camping for indecent exposure and bullying, bullying. The people here are either 19 or older, and we can get get in trouble for bullying? Bullshit, bro, bull-freaking-shit.

If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.

"Why don't you love me?" Braxton was on my be clutching were his perverted heart was and gyrating his hips, "When I make me so damn easy to love~"

Then he looked at me and winked before holding out his arms.

"Oh baby why don't you-"

I threw a pillow at him and his deep, rich laugh tumbled out.

"Stop singing before my ears commit suicide," I ordered as I went through my mini fridge.

"Damn," Braxton whistled, and I knew that nasty little jackass was staring at me butt, "Is there a mirror in your pants beautiful? 'cause I can see me in 'em."

I beamed in the head with an Oreo and he plopped down on my bed, and the pitiful, slender legs gave out and the bed collapsed within itself.

We both stared wide-eyed for a second before I tackled him and began pummeling with my fists, "YOU JACKASS! YOU FAT DUMB WHORE! YOU BROKE ME BED!"

Braxton tried to stop my hard fists with curses and ow's and his hands but I just continued to punch and choke him out.

"YOU WILL DIE YOU HORNY OBNOXIOUS BATASRD!"

* Later that Night *

"I'm not sleeping on a fucking duck-taped bed."

Dallas looked sexy and goofy as hell at the same time.

She was wearing hot pink footie pajamas that clung to every curve and said 'sexy momma' in glittery back letters down both the legs, but her soft silky black hair was down and I wanted to pull it just to keep Dallas in her feisty-pissed mood.

"Sleep in Brendan or Alicia's bed," I said grinning as I jerked off my shirt and sprawled back on my bed, "They're not coming back for another two days babe."

Dallas gave me a vicious look and I smirked, "You want revenge, babe?"

She grinned approaching me slowly, "Revenge? Nah. I'm going to sit back and let Karma fuck you up. I'll sleep in the floor since Brendan probably jacks off in bed and Alicia scares the living shit out of me, and you'll probably try to bang me."

"When your asleep?" I said smirking, "How'd you know I was into that?"

She snorted and sat down on the floor -intent on sleeping there- and gave me a haughty look that made me want to kill her and throw her down on my bed and fuck until I broke my bed too.

"You fell in love when I was sleeping," She said inspecting her sparkling\ glittery nails.

"Bullshit," I said peering at her with my head on the floor (upside down) and a crazy grin on my face, "You believe in true love?"

She returned my crazy grin and those beautiful eyes twinkled at me and she raised a slim eyebrow, "I believe people lust."

"Let's get to it then, you sex-machine!"

A very masculine yelp-scream-thing resounded threw the darkness and someone, somewhere was missing very evil, very biting, vicious cold water and Dallas was happier than a child molester at a boyscout convention.