11. Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Shopping for a Nicer Bootie

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(AN: Thank you for all the support thus far, seriously :D 18,000 reads... that's cray cray ha you all mean a lot. On the side is Violet and Bryson's Halloween get up ;) Pwhahahaha I didn't get as much votes last time on my other chapter. o.o I was sad LOL Make up for it on this one? Plus, I love your comments. Next chapter is the Halloween party, eek! Stay STD free)

“I’m seriously thinking about disowning you as a sister,” Lucas said, flipping through my satellite radio stations.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I turned to him. “And why is that?”

“Because you named your car fucking Betsy. That’s so lesbian of you. It’s like you’re actually inside of a woman, which should only be possible for me. Yet here you are, inside of Betsey.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so disgusting. It’s just a car, an inanimate object, quit being childish.”

“Hannah, cars are like children or girlfriends. You must take care of them. You could have named the car Alex or Matt, so that you’d have one man in the world that needs you.”

I smacked him in the arm and he chuckled. “Screw you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you borrow my car today. You better be here to pick me up right afterschool to!”

“No, I won’t.” He adjusted his shades.

“Why the hell not?”

“Winston said he’d take you home if you needed a ride today.”

“What the hell are you up to anyways that you need my car?”

“Don’t worry about it, you lesbian.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Hey, Hannah?”

I parked the car in the school parking lot. “What?” I screamed. I’m so freaking tired of him already.

“Where did those five gay guys go?”

“What five gay guys?”

“One Direction.” A slow smile crept up on Lucas’ face.

I blinked up at him, and then busted out laughing. I slapped the headboard to calm myself. “You’re so ugly, it’s ridiculous. Don’t kill Betsy, okay? At least make love to her or something.”

“Oh, you know I can’t resist those big women,” he purred.

Okay, that’s enough. “Bye, Lucas.” I slammed the car door behind me and walked into school. Morgan was in the hallway, her eyes immediately catching on to mine. Oh God, her cheek was so swollen. I must have hit her a bit too hard for her own good.

I slowly walked around her, trying not to be too close-didn’t want to be near her- and not too far-didn’t want to look like I was avoiding her- as I headed for my locker. Anna smiled at me when I made it through Morgan’s death glares. At least she wasn’t talking I guess.

“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while. My party is tomorrow, can you believe it?” Anna squealed. She squeezed my hands.

Oh, I can believe it alright. “That’s so super exciting. I know you’re like dying inside.”

“I really am. So… what’s your costume?” She looked into my eyes.

I blushed. Crap balls! I don’t have a costume. “Um… well… it’s still a work in progress.”

“You have no costume, am I right?” Ashley leaned up against Anna’s locker, smiling at me.

I let out a huff of air. “Okay, you caught me, this chick has no costume. It’s not my fault that yesterday I met a sluttier version of Dora and found out my mom was like Octo mom while dating a stupider version of Ezra from Pretty Little Liars. Cut me a break, will you?” I snapped. Ashley and Anna shared a look.

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