An agreement with the bad boy

The Rules

Lexi POV

Sophie had disappeared to phone her latest boytoy. She's been on the phone to him for about twenty minutes, calling him as soon as Ethan left. It must be something private, she usually has no problem speaking to them in front of me. She's been acting so secretive about them recently. Usually she can't shut up about them, but these days she just changes the subject when the topic arises. 

She finally remerges after half an hour with a giant grin on her face. Well she must have plans for tonight then.

It took two hours and seven bin bags to sort through the items that Sophie deemed unacceptable. Clothes, shoes, bags, jewellery, make up, hats, nothing in my room had been left unturned. Currently I am sitting on my bed, reading and waiting for Sophie to finish putting away today's shopping haul.

"Come, Come See the masterpiece." She leant half her body around the door, beckoning me over with both hands. I raised to my feet with a sigh.

I almost didn't recognise the room, I am not the tidiest of people, so it always looked like a jumble sale in here, but I was taken aback when I walked in. Everything was so clean and tidy. Dresses, trousers, skirts, shirts and jackets were all hanging in colour coded categories from darkest to lightest. Jumpers and tops were neatly folded on the shelving next to the hanging unit, all colour coordinated. Bags, hats and coiled belts sat on shelves opposite the hanging unit. The shoes were all lined up in pairs under the hanging garments and the dressing table in the far side of the room was fully stocked with make up as well as perfume and a jewellery box sitting upon it's top.

"Wow. No wonder it took so long in here. You've made it look so good."

"Good, Good? Before I came in here it looked like a slob lived in here. Now look at it, it's fit for a princess." 

Time to relax. Or so I thought. Oh no, not with Sophie around she says 'we've got to make this plan plausible in under a week. Next thing I know she has a note book resting on her knee and a pen in her hand, scribbling away.

After about ten minutes and a lot of thinking, gazing into space and chewing on the end of the pen she hands me notebook. I look at her in confusion.

"What's this."

"Read it." She nods at the notebook.

The Rules:

1. Only have s*x with them if you want to.

2. Only see 3 guys at a time.

3. Only see each one once a week.

4. No sleepovers.

5. Do not call them!

6. No going back to exes!

7. If you feel like you need to stop then pull the plug.

"Right we are going to go through each one of these individually. Make sure you keep up, you break any of these, I WILL slap you! Got it?!" I find Sophie's index finger shoved in my face.

"Yes, I've got it, I'll be good!"

"Right number one. Do not f**k them, because they're whinging on. You have the power right there." She points towards my crotch. While I nod my head accordingly. "Number two. I only see three guys at a time, I tried five before and that just had me running all over the place. Three's a nice number. You have your fun, but still have time to yourself too."

"OK." I didn't know this was going to be so regimental.

"Number three. Once a week is enough, any more and you might start to catch feelings and that is the last thing YOU want. Number four. Once the deeds done kick 'em out. You don't need to wake up to a boy expecting breakfast and you definitely don't want him seeing you first thing in the morning with bed head and morning breath. It's bad enough I have to see it!" I give her a back slap on her arm and stick out my tongue.

"Number five. Like I said earlier, you have the power. Don't look desperate, if they don't call you they're obviously not worth your troubles. And plus you're trying to get rid of that clingy rep, so probably not a great idea to be calling daily." I nod in agreement. "Number six. No Jason. No Jonah. No Kyle. No Jack. You don't want any of those arseholes back, they walked all over you, treated you like s**t and just remember how many tissues you went through when they ran for the hills. They weren't worth it back then, and they certainly aren't worthy of you now." That's a big one for me, if Jason wants me back, I just hope I can resist him. "And number seven. The most important one. If you, at any point think you're out of your depth, catching feelings or feeling like they're being d***s, pull the plug. Don't just put up with it and sit in silence. I do not need another phone call from you sobbing your little heart out, curled up in a ball on the living room floor. Got it?" All I could muster for that comment was an embarrassed smile, just thinking about what I must have put Sophie through all these years, with constant phone calls and snotty noses. I feel a bit guilty, No scratch that, I feel a lot guilty. "Now do you think you'll be able to remember them or do I have to stick them up on the wall to remind you?"

"No, I think I'm good thanks."

She placed the notebook on top of my bedside table and laid back onto my bed.

"God I'm pooped. And there's still so much to do." I didn't realise I was such a social pariah. "We only have five full days to get you emotionally and mentally ready for the grand unveiling at school on Monday." 

"Well if you put it that way. Am I really that much of a lost cause?"

"No, it's just you've never been noticed at school. You even kept you and Jason a secret, which I actually don't blame you for. But when we go back all attention is going to be on you and your fabulous makeover. You'll definitely get comments from the girls, but you have to ignore those bitches. And no punching them, unless they really ask for it. Those shoes are too nice to get blood on." They cost enough too.

"I can handle the comments, when have I ever cared what those girls have said to me."

"Um Megan? Ring any bells? You broke her nose, because she said no one has black as a natural hair colour." She looked at me, her head c****d to the side and eyebrows raised.

"Yeah well, she was looking at me funny." She looked at me disbelieving "At least they know I can handle myself though."

"So what about when Jasmine turns around and calls you a slut?" I put my finger to my chin, pretending to think about my answer.

"Um, ask how many guys she slept with yesterday?"

"OK. That's good, but what if she keeps on goading you throughout the day?"

"I'll just give her the finger and walk away. I can control my temper. It's just that day with Megan, I didn't want to."

"And what if you've got Jasmine and all her bitches on your back?"

"Why are we talking about Jasmine specifically?"

"Because you're gonna be seeing Ethan and you know how possessive she gets when it comes to him."

"Yeah, well she can just f**k off. I'll deal with her. WITHOUT drawing blood." Hopefully without drawing blood.

"So, how are you feeling about acting like you and Ethan are at it anyway? You haven't actually given me a straight answer about that one." I shrug my shoulders.

"I'll cope." Act like it's no big deal to be seeing the most fanciable guy at school. (even if it is fake!) "I know he's only helping us out anyway, it's not like I'll be dating him."

"Well, you two still look really uncomfortable together, I think you're gonna have to spend a little more time with him to make it look convincing."

"He won't like it, when's he gonna get time to get his end away?"

"Well, YOU could help him with that, it'll make you more comfortable around each other." I'm not even gonna answer that. "Hang on."

She grabs her phone out of the back pocket of her black skinny jeans and starts bashing out a text.

Hey Dude

Any chance you can help for the rest of the week, might use up a lot of your time though. x

She turns the phone screen to me so I can see the text before she sends it. Within seconds her phone beeped.

Ethan:

Yea sure no probs. Be round at 10 tomorrow morn

Well I definitely wasn't expecting it to be that easy. 

"See I told you, he's all in on this one. So are you gonna f**k him. I know he wants to."

"Oh, so you've been talking to him about it then?"

"Yeah, he's expecting it as p*****t for his services." she giggles.

"I AM NOT A f*****g w***e!"

"Well, I've seen the way you've been checking him out, you want to. I know you do."

"Yeah, well maybe I would." There's no maybe about it.

"Then what's the problem? You are just two consenting adults. And like I said it'll make you two more comfortable around each other."

"We'll see."

"Yep." She pops the 'p' "We sure will." She gets her phone out again and starts bashing out another text, but she doesn't let me see this one until it's actually been sent.

Hey Dude,

She's up to f**k.

I'm f*****g speechless. Then comes his swift reply

Ethan:

Cool. Tell her I'm lookin forward to it ;)

Another text back to Ethan.

She can't wait. x

A few seconds later.

Ethan:

Nor can I

Do I have a say in my own s*x life? Obviously not.

I'm kinda looking forward to it though.