Chapter 250: Daily Life

Two weeks have passed since Scarlett went to Europe. 

"Hey Sam, if you keep groaning, I can’t sleep in peace," I complained to my companion beside me. 

She mumbled something inaudible. 

"Are you okay, Sam?" Pippa asked, though not with much concern. 

Sam grunted again. 

"You know that’s partially your fault, Jake?" Pippa teased. 

"For giving one of the greatest 'Sweet 16 parties' yesterday?"

Yep, yesterday was Sam’s party (April 17th). It felt like a scene straight out of Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. 

Carly even made us dress up as Oompa-Loompas: she, Freddie, Regina, Paige, Missy, Cher, Mikayla, Cara, Pippa and even Sheldon (poor guy has no choice). Others joined in as well: Lilly, Miley, Oliver, Seyfried and the Duff girl.

I dressed up as Willy Wonka. 

But there were differences: while my outfit resembled the 1971 version, the Oompa-Loompas wore red outfits—spandex similar to what Britney wore in the Oops!... I Did It Again music video (but not too tight like hers) and with red Beats headphones.

JD will release the version with Johnny Depp next year or maybe the following one. The people who came yesterday will see that we anticipated the new look of the Oompa-Loompas.

After class ended, Carly, Freddie, and Cara came over to us.

"Is she still having a stomachache?" Carly looked at Sam.

"Yeah, it’s already a miracle she managed to eat that much and not gain any weight. She needed some kind of debuff anyway," I said.

I shook my head, looking down at Sam. "How the mighty fall. Even the greatest Sam couldn’t escape without pain." 

I started poking Sam’s cheek.

Carly slapped my hand. "Here Sam, take another pill," Carly handed her a stomachache medicine and a glass of water.

"You’re really a nice guy, giving out medicine to everyone," Cara remarked to me.

It’s not just Sam who is suffering the consequences of yesterday’s party. I bought a bunch of medicine and had it distributed across the classrooms. I even gave a bonus to the janitors and cleaning staff

"But he was also the one who encouraged everyone the most to eat yesterday, especially during the games and challenges," Pippa pondered.

"Hey, I’m someone who doesn’t like seeing food go to waste," I defended myself

"And why didn't you help? You didn’t enter any competition," Pippa asked a little sarcastically 

"For three reasons: I don’t like entering a competition I can’t win, I’m someone who values a healthy life, and lastly, to maintain this nice shape," I bragged in the last part

Pippa just snorted

Cher and Regina walked into the room as well.

Cher whispered to Regina, "I think we should switch to Jake’s class, since we always end up here."

"For what? To see him sleeping? Or to watch his bored face?" Regina replied.

The two of them giggled.

"You’ve lost any shame speaking like that in front of me, huh?" I pulled Regina by the waist and rested my head on her shoulder.

I began to notice Regina’s perfume.

"Hmm, isn’t that the fragrance Brit chose for her perfume?" I asked, sniffing her neck. 

"Yes, glad you remember," Regina agreed.

"Hard not to, you three took hours to choose," I said a little dryly.

"But we did a great job," Cher argued as she came closer to me and showed me her neck so I could smell it too. She was also wearing the same perfume.

I made a thoughtful face, "Maybe more perfumes should be released. Or else all the girls will end up smelling the same."

Britney’s popularity among young girls is no joke. Besides, the product is of the highest quality. 

I took Carly’s hand and sniffed it. "I like yours too, Carly. Sweet berry, a blend of red fruits, but not overly sweet."

"Thanks," she smiled and ruffled my hair.

"Heyy!"

"You started sniffing everyone, I thought you had turned into a dog," Carly joked. 

"Come here, Sass Carly," I ran to catch her as she started running, "I will show you who is the dog."

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I was sitting on the couch in Malibu, reading a book.

"Why do you have to leave?" Charlie asked the girl who was walking down with him.

"Charlie, I have to get home. I need to feed my cat," the new girl said (I didn’t know her name). "And I have to feed my fish," she added.

I nodded. That’s why I have someone to do it for me.

"We’ve been in bed for three days," Charlie remarked. "I’m guessing the cat’s full and whatever’s left of the fish is already in the kitty litter," he continued.

"Well, I also have a job," the girl replied.

"Call in sick," Charlie suggested.

"I already did yesterday."

"Okay, call in horny. I’ll write you a note."

"I wish I could. I love being with you."

They kept trading lines.

"Me too. And having you here just makes everything better," Charlie smirked.

"I think I love you, Charlie Harper," she confessed as she stepped outside the door.

"Thank you. I’ll see you later," Charlie replied.

"Wait a minute. Did you just say ‘thank you’?" she asked, incredulously.

"Did I?" Charlie responded, pretending to be confused.

"Yes," she insisted.

"I said, ‘I think I love you,’ and you answered, ‘Thank you,’" she repeated, irritated. "What’s that supposed to mean?" she demanded.

"‘Thank you.’ It’s an expression of appreciation. Thank you," Charlie explained awkwardly.

"That’s it? You don’t have anything else to add?" she pressed.

"Thank you… so very much," Charlie tried again.

My eyes twitched. Thank you very much??

"Great. Wonderful. I open my heart to you and you couldn’t care less," she snapped, tears welling.

"Well, that’s not fair. I could care less. A lot less," Charlie shot back. "What do you want me to do? Lie to you?" he asked.

"No, I want you to drop dead, you smug, cold‑hearted son of a bitch," she spat.

"That could have been ugly," Charlie admitted, glancing at me as the girl walked away.

"Yeah, at least I don’t have to worry about you having a heart attack," I said sarcastically.