The Popular Jerk and I

CHAPTER 5: Mean Jerk & Chucky

Lily's POV:

Two words: Extravagantly amazing!

That's what came into my mind when I entered the new modern mansion of the Austin's. I was too awestruck to speak. Without a doubt, my mouth was wide open like an 'O'. Their house was almost all white! It was so bright, neat, clean, and very modern. It was actually breathtaking. The interior design of the house was so unique. From the floor, walls, up to the ceiling, this house is just too amazing to describe in words. In addition, the exterior design of the house itself was already gorgeous. This place seemed perfect! The house was absolutely extravagantly perfectly amazingly beautiful! Okay, that was too much. But it really is!

We entered the open living room and my goodness, it looked so modern. The very wide flat screen TV hanging on the wall was so cool! The glass table placed at the center looked very expensive yet gorgeous. A flower vase was placed on top of it and under the glass table were some magazines like Vogue, Nylon and ect. The one that caught my eye was the couch. It looked so cozy and tempting so I ran and threw myself on it.

"Oh my goatness," I said in astonishment while lying on the cozy white couch. It's official, I totally sound like Jenny. Her expression is just too contagious. "This couch is so good! And this house... this house is so beautiful!"

Matt Austin gave out a soft chuckle. I looked up at the ceiling and grinned at the cool golden chandelier. "You better get up now and unpack your things."

I shook my head. "Later. Let me lie down for a few more seconds."

"Loving your new house?" he asked and I can sense that he was smiling. But my eyes were still staring intently at the modern chandelier.

"Correction," I replied. "It's not my house. It's yours. And I'll be living here temporarily anyway."

"You sound like you want to live here for the rest of your life," he grinned, "with me."

"I don’t!" I defended, flashing him a look. But he's right. I wanna live here forever. BUT! Not with him. Just me and my mother. We could also include Sofia though. I think she's really nice.

"I'm glad you're already here." I jumped off of the couch immediately and found Sofia smiling at me with her pearly white teeth. Dang, that was embarrassing. It's not even my own house.

"What do you think?" she asked as she made a gesture to the surrounding. She was obviously asking about the house.

"I-I think it's beautiful, Sofia," I replied and smiled nervously at her. Seriously, why am I even nervous when this beautiful woman was just smiling brightly at me? I must be stupid, or maybe because she caught me lying on her couch. I hope she doesn’t think I’m lazy. I really was just admiring the coziness of it.

"Great," she chimed as she made a soft clap with her hands. "Matt helped me and one of our best architects in planning and designing this house."

Woah, really? That jerk, Matt Austin, helped them build this beautiful mansion? Are you kidding me?

"R-really? H-he did?" I stammered in incredulity. Then I looked at Matt Austin who was scratching the back of his head, looking embarrassed. He was actually blushing! Oh my gosh, I need to take a picture of this! Wait, I can't do that in front of his mom. Ugh, too bad. But this is the first time Matt freaking Austin was feeling shy, and he was obviously trying to fight it. It looks... quite refreshing, to be honest.

"Mom," he whined. "You don't need to tell her that."

"Come on, muffin," Sofia replied while placing her hand on Matt Austin's back. "You don't need to be shy about it. You did a very good job. You should be proud, son."

Matt Austin replied with a sigh.

Sofia's attention came back to me. She walked towards me and grabbed my hand. Her face lit up with excitement and said, "Let's go upstairs and check your room. I know you'll love it." She dragged me to the stairs while yelling to Matt Austin who was left behind, "You should also go up to your room and unpack your stuff, muffin!"

I heard Matt Austin groan. I smiled thinking that maybe he hates unpacking stuff and he wants someone to do it for him instead. Pft, lazy bum.

When we entered the so-called, my new room, I was once again in the state of awestruck. The beautiful room was designed in a white and lavender vintage theme. The walls were floral designed. Everything looked ravishing and seemed very cozy. The queen sized bed was so pretty with its white and lavender sheets. I so want to jump up and down on it! There was also a sitting area and a TV. And there was a balcony that overviewed the front of the house. I can even see my average house from a distance. My house looks so small compared to this mansion. Anyway, my new room has its own bathroom too! A very classy bathroom with a gold tub! A gold tub, people! I wonder if it's real gold… My goodness, are rich people really this extra?

"Done touring?" Sofia asked standing from the door frame.

I nodded brightly while closing the bathroom door. "This is too perfect for me, Sofia. But thank you so much."

"This is the least I could do for you, darling," she replied with her sweetest smile. "Anyway, I'll let you unpack your things and give you privacy. I'll call you later when dinner is ready, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you so much again, Sofia." I flashed her a warm smile. She has been so kind to me and I love the way she smiles. She always smiles brightly and sweetly at me, and I bet to everyone around her too. I think she's very happy to have me here.

She closed the door and that left me alone in my new room.

Hell yeah, baby! This room totally rocks! It looked very feminine and classy, but it looked so beautiful and just oh so beautiful! I ran towards my bed and threw myself on it. I closed my eyes and felt the softness and coziness of the mattress. I pulled a pillow and hugged it tight. I smelled the lavender scent from it. I squealed in happiness. I couldn't believe this is happening to me. Maybe living in this mansion isn't that bad at all. Totally, not bad. I mean, look at this house! It's like living in a castle!

"Hey, lazy butt," a very irritating and familiar voice interrupted my small moment of joy. I opened my eyes and saw Matt Austin's face centimeters away from mine. I gasped in surprise while my eyes were wide open. I pushed him away and he burst in laughter.

"Jerk!" I exclaimed as I threw a pillow to his face.

He caught the pillow immediately and he was still laughing like the i***t he was. "You—your face— that was—so funny," he said in between laughs.

I shot him a look and rolled my eyes. "Don't you know how to knock?"

He didn't answer. He was still busy laughing. What a jerk.

I threw another pillow at him and bulls-eyed him on the head. He stopped laughing and groaned, "Hey, that's not funny."

"I don't care," I retorted. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"What do you mean?" he shrugged, playing the dumb card.

"This is my room you i***t! Have you ever heard of privacy?"

He just replied with a shrug.

"Well, let me tell you what privacy means," I said. "Privacy means get the hell out of here, maniac!" I pulled another pillow, got out of my bed, and chased the stupid jerk out of my room by smacking the pillow at him constantly.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" he exclaimed trying to block the pillow with his hands as he backed away towards the door. That didn't stop me. How could a soft pillow like this hurt you when you get smacked by it? Talk about acting like a baby.

"Get out! Get out!" I yelled as I continued on hitting him with the pillow.

"Fine! Fine! I'll get out!" he cried, making me stop. "I'll get out, okay?"

"Now," I demanded as I gestured my head to the door.

"Lazy butt," he teased again.

What did you just call me you jerk! I was about to smack him again with the pillow but he ran directly to the door. I didn't run after him because he was too fast. Before he closed the door, he stuck out his tongue at me like a kid. I threw the pillow at him but too late, the door was already closed.

What a childish jerk!

Seriously, that was Matt Austin? Was that really the popular jerk, playboy, heartbreaker, and future valedictorian of our class who just stuck out a tongue at me? Is this the real him, a childish menace? And why the hell did he call me lazy butt? I was just lying on my new bed and feeling its awesomeness until he secretly came in! Seriously, how did he manage to enter my room without making any sound?

Creepy.

I sighed and decided to unpack my stuff. I opened my luggage and started with my clothes. Most of my tops and jeans were not folded so I folded them. I sat on the floor beside the dresser where it was carpeted and folded my tops and jeans one at a time. Mom just placed them all inside the luggage unorganized. And I'm the type of person who is very organized when it comes to clothes.

Then suddenly I heard my door creak slowly. I immediately whipped my head to look at the person standing at the door.

"Hunny bunny," he pouted. It's Matt freaking Austin again! What is he doing here now? He’s so annoying! Ugh.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. "What do you want now, jerk? Don't you have stuff to unpack?"

"Uh, about that..." he trailed off. "Will you do it for me?"

Huh, you're crazy!

"Look who's being the lazy butt now," I replied in displeasure. "Do it yourself, jerkpid! Can't you see I'm busy here?"

"Well, I think you're totally free," he grinned.

Are you serious? Can't he see my unfolded clothes scattered on the floor?

"Well, I think you're blind, Mr. I'm-too-lazy-to-unpack-my-stuff," I retorted. "Don't be such a kid. Now go away!"

"Fine," he smirked. "But one more thing..." He opened the door widely this time and threw a big black bag inside. My eyes went wide open when I saw the bag lying on the floor. What big bag it is!

"Fold my clothes too," he demanded. I looked at him in anger and shot him a death glare.

"Are you serious?" I yelled. "That's too much!"

"Not my problem now is it," he replied smirking then closed the door.

I swear I could just rip that head off and sell it on ebay. I bet a lot of girls will be interested to buy it, and I could earn money then. I might just do that instead.

I groaned in a pissed off manner. I'm half way finished folding my clothes and was ready to place it in my dresser, but then this jerk gave me another task! I seriously want him dead! I should call Freddy Krueger and tell him to attack that jerk in his sleep tonight.

I'm a big horror movie fan. I'd watch horror movies all day than watch a boring chick flick. But mom never bought horror movies because she hates them, so I was forced to watch her favorite chick flicks especially The Notebook, A Walk to Remember and Maid in Manhattan over and over again when we had movie nights.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate chick flicks. I just don't like them anymore because I got tired of watching it. We all know that the girl and the guy will end up together in the end anyway. I'm so bitter for chick flicks. Horror all the way!

Finally, I finished unpacking and organizing my stuff. I smiled at my success. It took me awhile before it was all done since I have a lot of clothes. My mom dragged me with her whenever she goes shopping. So, she bought me a lot of clothes, and did I forget to mention that she goes shopping every Saturday? Well, now you know. She's a shopaholic.

Then I saw the big black bag that Matt freaking Austin threw inside my room. I groaned in distress. That jerk will pay for this. If only, I wasn't living in this house, I would slice that head of his with a machete. Wait, I don't have a machete. What am I talking about? Oh well, there's always a knife in the kitchen.

I pulled the bag closer and dang it's heavy. What kind of clothes are in this bag? Does he have an armor in it or something? I sighed but decided to open it anyway.

To my surprise, I just found dark soil inside the bag! A freaking soil! What the hell is wrong with that guy? Why would he put a soil in his bag? I examined the soil and it was just like any other soil used for planting.

I took some soil with my bare hands to examine it a little closer, but to my shock, something moved in it! Something was moving in the soil I was clasping!

Unexpectedly, a worm came out and greeted me with a smirk. It smirked at me! It literally smirked at me! I threw the soil back inside the bag while screaming in disgust. I immediately closed the bag and kicked it away from me. Gosh, I hate worms so much. But seriously, it smirked at me! Am I delusional or something?

"Matt Austin, you bastard!" I scowled. I will kill him. He's going to pay for this!

I heard a snicker behind my door. The jerk was actually laughing at me! Wait, he was there the whole time? That stupid jerk! You're gonna pay for this, Matt Austin!

I opened the door in rage. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I was definitely glaring at him intently. Then he guffawed at me making his laugh occupy the hall. I placed my hands on my waist, completely angry.

"You think that's funny?" I glowered. "You think that's freaking funny?!"

He laughed and laughed more this time, clutching his stomach. Is he mocking me? This guy needs to stop laughing and talk to me seriously! I'm freaking boiling here!

I kicked his left leg, and he exclaimed in pain, "Ow! What was that for?"

"What was that for?!" I scowled. "That's for pranking me you jerk!"

"That was funny," he chortled. Then he barged in to my room, stepping me aside.

"What are you doing?" I asked glowering while crossing my arms over my chest.

Then he took something on the table near the sitting area. "What's that?" I asked, confused.

"It's a camera, dummy," he smirked.

"Y-you f-filmed me?!" I stammered furiously with gritted teeth. I can feel my cheeks turn red in anger as I clenched my fist.

"Yeah," he replied smugly as he exited my room. "Hello, Youtube."

"I'm going to kill you, you *sshole!" I scowled as he slid the small camera in his pocket. He smirked at me and walked his way towards the stairs.

"Dinner is ready, hunny bunny," he teased and shot me a wink before he descended downstairs. I swear he's going to meet his grave sooner! Argh!

After a few seconds, I followed the jerk downstairs to the kitchen. I washed my hands with soap to get rid of all the dirt. Then I went to the dining area where Sofia and her jerk of a son were already seated.

"Come sit here, darling," Sofia chimed as she gestured to the seat on her right side which was across Matt Austin who was already seated on her left side. Just great. I will be eating dinner in front of that jerkpid. I glanced at him as I sat down. He shot me another smirk.

He’s so annoying.

"Let's eat," Sofia said gleefully as she clapped her hands. I flashed her a smile and handed her the vegetable salad. "Thank you, Lily," she said as she took the salad.

We started eating quietly. Sofia was eating happily with her salad. I glanced at Matt Austin who kept on smirking at me like the jerk he was. I shot him a glare every time I looked at him and smirk at me. His smirk just got wider as I glared at him. Such a jerk.

"So..." Sofia trailed off as she wiped each end of her mouth classily with the napkin. "How's Matt at school, Lily?"

He's a jerk at school.

I was drinking a glass of water when Matt freaking Austin kicked me on the foot! I almost choked and gave out a soft cough.

"Are you okay, darling?" Sofia asked in concern as she saw me patting my chest. I heard Matt chuckled quietly.

"I think the water went to my nose," I chuckled as I wiped my mouth with the napkin then took a deep breath. Phew, I'm still alive. "I'm sorry about that."

Sofia smiled saying, "That's okay, dear."

I shot one last glare at Matt Austin before turning to Sofia.

"Well um, Matt is..." I trailed off. I glanced at Matt Austin and he shot me a look. I can see in his eyes that he was threatening me to tell his mom something good about him, or else I'll be dead meat. Yup, that's how evil he looks right now. But his mom wouldn't know since Sofia's attention was on me.

"Um, Matt Austin is... very popular at school. A-and also he's very int-telligent. H-he's doing g-good in school. He's very f-friendly and k-kind," I stammered as I lied. I was fiddling with the spoon the whole time, but Sofia wouldn't notice since her eyes were darted on mine. Thank God for that.

Sofia smiled at my reply, "That's nice. I thought he was being a bad boy."

Well, he was. If you only knew.

Sofia went back to eating her salad, and I could tell that she was very happy with my response. I glanced at Matt and he shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes at him and forked some pasta into my mouth.

After dinner, I went back to my new room and took a hot shower to relieve some stress. Whenever I'm in the shower, I love to play some music and sing along with it. So, I placed my phone on the counter and played Mean by Taylor Swift.

This song is dedicated to that jerk.

"You, pickin' on the weaker man..." I sang along with the lyrics as the song goes to the chorus part, my favorite. "Someday, I'll be livin' in a big old city and all you're ever gonna be is mean..."

After taking one of the best shower in my life, I grabbed the towel hanging on the wall and wiped my entire body. I brushed my teeth, soon after I wiped my face with a face towel. I grabbed the panty that I brought with me inside and put it on.

“Shoot, I forgot to bring my b*a with me!” I quietly exclaimed. I went out the bathroom to get a b*a, confident to know that no one’s going to be in my room but me.

As I walked out the bathroom door, Matt screamed at my face. I also screamed back, then I immediately covered my exposed boobies with my hands.

"Why are you here?!" I yelled.

"Why are you n***d?!" he yelled back.

"Cover your eyes, Matt Austin! Cover them now!" I screamed in embarrassment. I can feel my face turn pink.

Oh my holy effin' goat, I feel so molested right now!

Matt Austin covered his eyes with his hands. I quickly scrammed towards the dresser, was successfully able to pull out a b*a, and hastily wore it. I glanced at Matt Austin who was secretly peeking at me!

"I said cover your eyes, YOU MANIAC!" I scowled in full rage.

He chuckled. He freaking chuckled! Then he burst into fits of laughter as he uncovered his eyes.

"What is wrong with you?! Can't you see I'm still half n***d?! Cover your eyes!" I yelled furiously. He turned his back at me, but he still kept on laughing. I quickly took out my pajamas from the dresser and wore it hastily. I then let out a big sigh. Feeling relieved and modest, I said, "Now you can look."

He spun around to face me. His eyes were teary from the laughter. I placed my hands on my waist and glared at him intently. "What the hell on earth are you doing here?!" I glowered.

He chuckled and after a few seconds, he got a grip from his laughter. "I just came by to say thank you on what you said to my mom at dinner. But instead, I found you n***d. Can my day get anymore better?" he replied smugly and managed to still smirk at me.

I scoffed at his reply. "You p*****t! If you want to say thank you, you should've done it later. I was in the shower for Pete's sake!"

"I didn't know you were in the shower," he defended as he shrugged off. "I knocked but you never answered so I came in."

"That's because I was in the shower!" I reiterated to make a point.

"I'm sorry," he chortled, then his gaze averted to my chest. "By the way, I like the melons."

"What melons?" I asked, confused.

"Your melons," he teased, winking at me while he kept narrowing his eyes to my chest.

I quickly covered my breast with my arms in an 'X' sign.

"p*****t!" I scowled.

"Too bad, I didn't see the most interesting part," he added smugly.

"What interesting part?" I asked, confused again.

“Somewhere down the rainbow," he said as he narrowed his eyes down to my private part.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He was able to block it. Then he let out a chuckle.

"Get out!" I ordered.

"No can't do," he replied while waving his index finger.

"Don't you remember that this is my room now?" I barked.

"Don't you remember that this is my house?" he replied smugly.

"I don't care. Get out! NOW!" I yelled. I walked towards him and pushed him forcefully towards the door to get rid of his annoying face.

"Go away," I groaned as I pushed him harder. And dang, he's heavy. I groaned again as I tried to push him out the door. When I was about to push him even harder and with much force as we were inches away from the door, he held onto the door frame resolutely so that I can't push him any further out the door. And it made me groan more in frustration as I pushed him harder and harder, but with no avail failed. He was too dang strong compared to a petite girl like me.

And the menace managed to chuckle at my little conundrum.

Okay, if pushing you won't get you out, I might as well do this, I thought.

I kicked his butt really hard that it made him jerk out the door to the hall exclaiming in pain.

I smirked to myself.

Way to go, Lily, I thought proudly while crossing my arms over my chest.

He scratched his butt and whipped his head to look at me. Irritation was evident in his eyes. "How could a girl like you kick like Jackie Chan?" he scorned.

"Huh, now you know I'm not the weaker man here," I antagonized. Before he could respond, I closed the door with a wham on his face. I hope it broke his nose. That would be one of the best things that will ever happen in my life!

I threw myself to bed and turned off the lamp on the side table. It was already late at night.

"Hunny bunny," Matt groaned behind the door.

I rolled my eyes and shifted my body to the side then closed my eyes. I’m done for the day.

"Hunny bunny," he called again. "I know you're still awake."

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.

Let me go to sleep, jerk!

"I know what you did last night," he said in a very low voice.

What? What did I do? Is he crazy? He's talking really weird.

"Insidious," he said.

Did he just name a horror film? He is so weird. Gosh.

"The Grudge."

What is he doing? Why is he naming horror films?

"The Exorcist."

You have got to be kidding me.

"Remember the ghost lady in The Ring?"

Yeah, I do. She's ugly and very scary. Please don't do this to me. I need to sleep! Now, he got me thinking about that lady in The Ring. Erase, erase, I need to sleep. Don't open your eyes, Lily. It's okay. He's being a jerk to you. You love horror movies right? You shouldn't be scared. Think about rainbows and unicorns and aha, chick flicks! Gosh, I never knew chick flicks would come in handy.

So, in The Notebook what happened was that the guy... The Ring. No, The Notebook. The Ring, an echo in my mind interrupted. Oh, goat. Please, don't.

"Chucky," he said in a very scary low voice.

Oh no, he did not.

I immediately opened my eyes.

I freaking hate Chucky out of all the ghosts and monsters in horror films! Out of all horror films, why would he mention that ugly freaking doll, Chucky?!

I whimpered under my blanket. Now I am freaking scared!

Be strong, girl. You love horror films. You love them. You don't like chick flicks. You like horror. Don't be scared, it's not even true. Chucky is just a fictional character, a very stupid ugly doll.

Then the laugh of Chucky echoed in my head. Oh no. Please, stop.

"Are you still awake, Lily?" Matt freaking mean Austin asked and I can sense he was now smirking. "You know..." he trailed off, "I placed Chucky inside your room."

Oh no, he didn't. Oh please no, he didn't!

My legs were now shaking, and I could hear the loud thumping of my heart through my ears. This mean jerk, how did he know that I'm freaking scared of Chucky! If it was Freddy Krueger, I don't care. We're pals. He'll let me off, but Chucky, he's a b*tch of a doll! That thing could kill me!

"Chucky is right there sitting on your sofa," he added. This guy is such a bastard!

I quickly jump off of bed and ran towards the door and opened it. There stood the popular jerk named Matt freaking Austin who was now smirking widely at me.

"Scared you?" he mocked.

"No," I lied. "I was just going to take a pee."

Nice lie, Lily. Nice lie.

He laughed at my reply. I bit my lower lip when I realized how stupid my excuse was. Why would I go out to take a pee when I have my own bathroom inside? i***t.

"Good night, Lily." He grinned, waving a hand.

"Wait, where's Chucky?"

"Boo! He's behind you." He scared.

I stood there, stupefied. Then the jerk in front of me started laughing.

"You—face—," he said in between laughs. "so—funny."

I rolled my eyes and stomped on his foot. Take that, jerk.

"Ow!" he exclaimed in pain. "Stop kicking my foot! I can’t get injured. I play sports."

"Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.

He smiled at me smugly, nonetheless, and reiterated, "Good night, scaredy-cat." Then he went into the room across mine.

"Wait," I called. "That's your room?"

"Yeah, cool right? We're only across each other," he replied with a smirk. "I'll have more time to piss you off and the best part is mom never gets to hear us because her room is on the ground floor." Then he winked at me and closed the door.

Two words: I'm dead.