"That — that — THAT ASS WIPE!" Makayla shouts, as she paces around my room with her phone in one hand and Maura's cake in another. "I'll kill him!" She threatens, before shoving the lemon cake in her mouth. "He messed wi't da w'ong pe'son," she mutters, her mouth full of dessert. "I can't believe him! American Brat? He's nothing but a little Irish fu — "

"Okay," I laugh. "It's okay." I didn't find any of this amusing, but watching my best friend devour cake angrily in front of me, is the exact definition of amusing.

"It's not okay! Did you just listen to anything you've told me? Screw him. If I were there," she laughs as she shakes her head, before finishing off the cake. "That devil should be thanking the good Lord above that I promised Dad I'd go with him today. He'd have a broken nose if I were there."

"You can't go around beating people up," I inform her, trying my best not to laugh.

"You smacked him!" She defends.

"That's different than breaking his nose!" I retort. "You could get in a lot of trouble for that."

"I'm still underage, my dad's the sheriff, what're they going to do to me?" She shrugs. "However, I might have tried to keep the peace a bit, for these cakes are fantastic! The idea that Maura thought of me," she sighs, as she places her hand over her heart. "How sweet. Cakes aside," she half laughs. "Tell me what he looked like when you smacked him. Was he angry? Were his eyes swelling up with tears? Tell me he cried! There is nothing I want more in this world right now, than to hear that he cried."

"You're evil!" I laugh.

"What? Me? Shut up and describe his facial expression," she begs me.

"Okay, okay!" I laugh. "When I struck him, he looked extremely shocked."

"Obviously," she scoffs.

"Who's telling the story?" I ask her.

"Fineeee," she sighs. "Continue."

"Well, he looked shocked at first, but it was quickly replaced with anger. He was so pissed, but he didn't say anything. I think he was afraid I might smack him again," I shrug.

"Was there a hand print?" She grins. "Tell me you left your mark!"

"Child," I chuckle. "Calm down. There was a handprint, okay?" Despite wanting to cry earlier from my encounter with Niall, I can't help but feel okay right now. With my crazy best friend, everything seems just fine. Who needs a rude Irish neighbor, anyway? Who cares what he thinks, he doesn't know the first thing about me.

"Yes!" She fist bumps the air. "I'm so proud of you." Placing a hand over her heart, she takes her free hand and grasps me on the shoulder. "I've taught you well."

"Yeah, yeah," I wave her off. "It doesn't matter anymore, he's just an ass."

"An ass that I'm going to punch," she shrugs, before taking out another cake and starting on it.

"No, you're not," I chuckle, not taking her seriously.

"Ha!" She laughs extra loudly. "Just you wait. I'm going to punch him."

"You — you can't," I tell her, getting a little worried.

"Oh," she smiles, her teeth filled with strawberry cake. "But I can."

"Oh, man," I sigh, knowing there's nothing I can do once she's made her mind up.

"Yep, and — " she stop talking, and places her half eaten cake back into the bag. "Do you hear that?" She asks, as she walks toward my window and peaks out. "I'll be damned," she laughs. "Fate is on my side."

"What?" I ask, before getting off of my bed and walking over to see what's going on. "No," I shake my head, as I see Niall sitting on his porch, strumming his guitar.

"Take me to him," she tells me, her eyes never leaving him.

"What? You're crazy," I scoff. "I'm not going to introduce you to him. Not after today."

"I never said you had to introduce me, did I?" She asks, as she turns her head to look at me. I can just tell — by the mischievous look in her eyes — where this is going. "I just said take me to him. I have a welcome to the neighborhood meal I'd like for him to try."

"A meal? What are you talking about?"

"A knuckle sandwich," she grins, as she holds up her fists. "Let me at 'em." She pretends to be Rocky, and shuffles around my floor punching the air.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" I ask, trying my best not to laugh. This is all rather funny, but I have to pretend I'm not amused, for I think she really would go over and sock him if she knew I found this to be hilarious.

"Getting warmed up," she replies, as if she normally shuffles around my room and pretends to be Rocky. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're making a fool out of yourself," I laugh at her, causing her to stop mid air boxing.

"Fine," she huffs, as she wipes the hair from her face. "But, you are taking me over there."

"You'll have to drag me first," I shrug. "I'm not taking you over there, Kay. You're going to get into trouble and that's the last thing you need. Your dad being the sheriff, or not. In fact, because your dad is the sheriff is a reason enough for you not to do it. I get you're his girl and all, but who knows what he'd do if he knew you broke some kid's nose," I try to reason with her. However, the look she's giving me, is proof enough that I'm not getting anywhere with her.

"So," she begins, as she crosses her arms across her chest. "I'm supposed to let some douche bag push my best friend around, just because my dad is the sheriff?" She pauses, before nodding a few times in thought. "Nope," she concludes. "Not going to happen. I don't care if my dad is the President of the United States, this shit doesn't fly with me. He's constantly rude to you, Crystal, and this is just the last straw. What would you do if you were me?"

I let out a deep sigh, knowing she's completely and absolutely right. If I were her, I would walk right over to him and cuss him out. I may not break his nose, but he would probably wish that's all I'd do.

"You jump, I jump, remember? We ride together, we die together," Makayla begins.

"Bad girls for life," we finish in unison.

"Exactly," she smiles. "I love you, and I'm not going to take some backwood Irish asshole's games. I mean, he just apologized to you the other day, then he goes and pulls this shit? He was really sorry," she scoffs.

"I was thinking the same thing," I admit. "I was thinking that maybe he apologized just so he could be even ruder to me. I brushed off that idea, but I think I might be right."

"Or, he could just be acting like a little bitch because he's upset you didn't accept his apology," she shrugs. "The options are many."

"That's true too," I breathe. "I don't know what he has against me. I literally did nothing except crush his pasta. Who gives a damn! Most people break their spaghetti noodles in half anyway to fit them inside of the pan."

"Maybe he isn't a noodle breaker. Maybe breaking a noodle to him, is like breaking a nail," Makayla laughs. "I can see him as being one of those, Oh! I broke a nail! Type of a guy."

"I really can't," I laugh. "Like at all."

"Just go with it," she shrugs. "It was funny."

"If you say so," I tease her.

"Hey!" She shoves me. "I'm hilarious."

"Eh," I shrug.

"We'll see about that," she smiles. "Just you wait."

"Oh, no, what are you going to do?" I ask, feeling a little worried. One never knows with Makayla, for she could have anything and everything up her sleeve.

"I'm going to go meet me an Irish fella," she winks, before walking toward my door.

"You can't!" I shout, as I hurry in front of her and block her way out. "Please, Makayla."

"Nope," she smiles. "You don't think I'm hilarious? I'll climb out your window. You can't keep me in here."

"Okay, you're damned near Kevin Hart with your jokes. Is that better?" I ask, hoping she'll drop the idea of meeting Niall.

"You're being sarcastic, so, no, not really," she grins. "I'm going to get out of this house, no matter what."

"I'll tell your mom you're spending the night," I stick my tongue out at her.

"She'll tell you no. I told her I'd be home before dark," she sticks her tongue out at me in return.

"I'll keep you here till dark, and you'll have no choice but to return straight home," I smile in victory.

"It doesn't matter," she shrugs. "I'll still go over. I'll yell for your mom," she smiles, only for it to grow larger when she notices I've just realized she's being truthful.

"You wouldn't dare," I challenge her.

"You of all people, should know not to mention a dare around me. I've never given up on a dare," she reminds me.

"I know, but I — "

"MRS. ANDERSON!" She screams, far louder than I would have thought, and I instinctively cover my ears just as she runs past me into the living room.

"No!" I shout, as I follow her. However, I'm not quick enough and she's out the door walking down the sidewalk. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," I curse under my breath, as I walk out the door to see what's going to happen. Why do I care so much about what she does or says to him? It's not like his feelings or opinions matter to me. I don't want Makayla in trouble, though, and I feel like that's exactly what she's going to do . . . get herself into trouble.

Walking farther down the sidewalk so I can hear what she's going to say, I watch as she crosses the street and makes her way over to him. He looks up at her, only to return back to strumming his instrument. That's when I hear Makayla.

"Apologize. Now," she tells him. I'm far enough away that it would be hard to catch what she would be saying if she were talking at a regular volume, but she isn't. She's practically screaming at him. "IF YOU DON'T APOLOGIZE, I'LL — "

"You'll what?!" He snaps, as he sets his guitar down and stands up. His height is far above hers, but she isn't intimidated. Not Makayla, for I can see her body tense in anger. She's ready for this.

"You'll be sorry," she assures him.

"Yeah?" He laughs at her. "Sorry, how?"

Before I even know what's remotely going on, Makayla's fist is on his nose faster than lighting on a metal rod. I can hear the crack of knuckle on bone sound out in the quiet neighborhood, and I stand here, not knowing what to do. I'm shocked she actually did it, but I'm also not. She told me she was going to, and Makayla is many things, but a liar isn't one of them.

When I come back to earth, I find myself running across the street to see if he's okay. However, when I reach his porch, I see that his nose is bleeding. Rather badly, might I add.

"Oh my gosh!" I gasp, as I realize my best friend actually did break his nose. "Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Do I look okay to you?!" He shouts, as he sits down on the porch swing. "You're friend's psycho!"

"Psycho?" Makayla dryly laughs. "I'll show you psycho!" She lunges at him, but I grab her just in time.

"I'm so sorry, Niall, I didn't know this was going to happen," I assure him, while I still hold on to Kay.

"Get the hell off of my porch!" He shouts. "I don't care if you didn't know about it, you're both nothing but a bunch of psycho bitches. You," he points a blood stained finger at Makayla. "Are an insane bitch. Who goes around breaking people's noses?!" He yells, only to return his finger to his nose, trying to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. "And you," he spits as he addresses me. "Are a stalker! You won't leave me or my mum alone!"

"A stalker?" I scoff. "She invites me over. Get your head out of your ass, I've never once been here to see you. Cut your ego down, I wouldn't come to see your ugly self if you paid me!" I shout, feeling pissed and tempted to let Makayla go just so she could go at him again.

"I'm going to call the police," he warns us. "This shit is going to stop." He moves toward the door, but Makayla speaks up.

"Go ahead and call the police. My dad's sheriff of this town, and I'm sure he'd like to hear about the rude ass kid that's mean to his daughter's best friend. Yep, go right ahead," she shrugs, and I finally let her go.

"You're bullshitting me," he laughs, as he turns to face us. There's so much blood everywhere, from his nose, to hand, to shirt, it's like he's a walking bloodied waterfall.

"Nope," Makayla sighs. "If you call him, tell him his daughter Makayla sends her best wishes, and that she did punch the prick across the street."

"Her dad really is the sheriff," I speak up. "You can even ask your mom."

"This is just the cherry on top of the cake," he growls, before picking up his guitar and walking back toward his front door. "Get the hell off of my porch. If I see either of you here again, father or not, I'm calling the damned cops."

"Fine by me," Makayla shrugs. "Bye, bitch!" She sing-songs, as she waves to him before skipping down the front steps. "My work here is done," she smiles, as she locks arms with me. "In my defense, he deserved that."

"You actually broke his nose," I laugh, not feeling as bad anymore about all of the blood. "You broke his damned nose."

"I did, and I think red suits him," she chuckles. "But damn," she whistles. "He is cute!"

"I told you!" I giggle. "He's just an ass."

"Yeah, he really is. He wouldn't apologize to you, and I didn't appreciate it," she admits.

"You think?" I scoff. "I think the broken nose gave it away that you didn't appreciate it."

"He'll be fine," she waves it off. "If he's going to die from a broken nose, then he's an even bigger pussy than I thought."

"Makayla!" I laugh.

"Crystal!" She mocks. "Did you see all that blood? And his face! Gosh, I wish you were right next to me. He didn't think I was going to do anything, then BAM! Right in the nostrils."

"Yeah," I sigh as we finally reach my house.

"Are you okay?" She asks, the amusement all gone.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "I just don't understand why he doesn't like me, you know? What did I ever do to him? He's just out to get me every time I'm around."

"I'm sure he's like that with everyone. Maybe he likes you, or some shit. Aren't guys mean to the girls they like?" She asks.

"Yeah, but don't they get over that in the fifth grade?" I half laugh.

"He's not in fifth grade?" She gasps. "I never knew."

"Wow," I chuckle.

"Not all guys grow out of that," she shrugs. "They're all different. You never know."

"Yeah, that's the thing. I don't know."

"Don't worry about it," she nudges me. "We still have all night left to have fun. Now, c'mon!" She runs onto the porch and opens the door for me.

"All night? Don't you have to leave soon?" I ask.

"I'm spending the night," she tells me, before sticking out her tongue.

"You little devil!" I laugh. "Since when?"

"Since I came over. My bag's in your living room."

"You liar!"

"I merely joked around earlier. Joke, it's different than a lie," she smiles.

"Yeah, yeah," I wave at her, pretending to be ashamed. However, I'm anything but. After everything that's happened today, a girl's night is exactly what I need.

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double update! and almost 3k words wowow look at me go XD and new cover! I can never settle on a cover for this story aha but what do you think?