The Bad Boy's Phobia

{ c h a p t e r s i x t e e n - t h e p u k e y p u k e}

Chapter Sixteen

-Kylie Smith-

"If you want to prove your boyfriend wrong, you'll have to drag your lazy arse out of the bed and go take a shower. That's step 1 of getting ready," Brooke plopped down beside me as I hugged the blanket even tighter. "You only have a couple hours left. Come on! Chap chap get going!" she clapped her hands together next to my near.

"Ouch, it's too early in the morning what the heck can't you leave me alone in peace," I whined, rolling over to turn my back on her.

"It's three, Ky! The party starts at 5!"

"I'll start getting ready at 4:50," I mumbled, though I don't know if it annoyed her more or assure her.

"No, you're not. Get up," A hand started dragging me.

"Brooke! I wanna go back to sleep!" I continued to whine as she dragged me to the bathroom. "You're taking a shower. I will shower you myself if I have to. I have experience, you know, I have a little brother,"

"That sounds so wrooooong," I facepalmed. Where are these dirty thoughts coming from?

"Just take a shower! 30 minutes, no more, no less," Brooke shrieked as if she was reading my mind. "But knowing you, you'll probably be done in 3 minutes, so I'm gonna lock you up here for 27 more minutes." Then I heard a click from the outside. "Hah I've been waiting for a long time to do this!"

"Ugh great," I groaned to myself as I undo my clothes and stepped into the bathtub. For some reason, our bathroom door also has a lock on the outside. When we were kids, I use the advantage to lock Brooke up whenever she would come over and laugh at her. Now she's laughing at me.

Like a zombie, I groaned(THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT PEOPLE) as I shampoo my hair, rub my body with soap, until it was finally time to rinse. Don't get me wrong I love raking showers; they make me feel like a newborn infant, but right now, I just wanna go back to bed.

I really wish I hadn't agreed to that silly bet. Or I would've spent my Saturday evening studying and watching American Horror Story.

I should've known better.

I wrapped a towel around me as I began to brush my teeth. After that, I applied moisturizer and lotion---

Wait-I forgot to shave my legs and pits!

Making my mood even worse, I hopped in back in the shower to rinse off the lotion from my legs and uncapped the shaving cream.

After shaving real quick, I proceeded with brushing the tangles out of my hair and blow drying it. Next, I dragged a deodorant on my underarms.

"Time's up, Missy!" Brooke's voice called as the door unlocked. "Come out, come out! I found the perfect outfit for you!"

"Finally!" I claimed, stepping out of the bathroom.

On my bed sprawled a light blue button up shirt, a black with some white-square-is pattern leggings, and some black military boots.

I actually like it.

"Your clothes?" I asked Brooke. Her closet is like a mini mall---it has all the pretty clothes! From bags, to shoes, to clothes, to jewelries--- everything's organized from left to right.

That's not the only thing that hurts my heart whenever I go over her house and play dress up, all the brands are expensive and famous.

Chanel, LouisVuitton, Prada, KateSpades, Guess.