The Boy in the Black Hoodie

Chapter 11

 Hey guys, it's Lauren, and here is another part to The Boy in the Black Hoodie! Hope you all enjoy.

 This chapter is back to Lacy's P.O.V, just so you don't get confused. 

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“Lace,” Kacey says with frustration in his voice as I unbuckle my seatbelt and demand him to pull over. “Seriously it’s a little fun!”

 “A little fun Kacey? A little fun! Seriously what’s wrong with you! Eric did nothing to you! He has barely talked to you and then you go have a big fight with him at lunch, and now, when you and him are both in trouble and in a fight, honk at him like he’s some sort of… Well I don’t know! Kacey I just don’t like it! And let me out!”

 Kacey keeps driving and for a moment I think he’s ignoring me then he says, “Whatever Lacy.” And keeps driving.

 I smack his arm and scream, “I’ve had enough of this! Let – me – out!”

 He turns his head to the right and looks at me with a deadly glare, “Fine,” he spits. He all of the sudden pulls over and leans over me to open my door. After he flings it open he points out. “Get out,” he says sternly.

 “Gladly,” I spit and turn and hop out, I then slam the door. Once I’m a step away from his car and making my way onto the sidewalk, the car roars and takes off down the road. And as I see Kacey turn the corner, I see him look over at me, so I give him the good ‘ol middle finger.

 Once he disappears I know I still have a walk home ahead of me.

 I get home after about fifteen minutes, as Kacey did drive me most of the way. Once I enter my house I’m fuming and angry. I just drop my bag at the door and run into the living room and collapse on the couch and curl up to a pillow. I want to cry, really bad. But it feels stupid to since it’s about a boy, well, two boys.

 I punch the couch repetitive times. Why can’t I be friends with a guy? Why can’t my boyfriend see that we’re just friends! And why does Kacey get to make all the rules of who I do or do not hang out with!?

 I wail and keep punching the couch, that’s when I hear footsteps coming from the basement upstairs. A moment later Derik appears in the living room, his hair plastered to one side of his head and ruffled on the other side, he looks a bit sweaty. Must have had a nap.

 “What are you doing?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. “I heard the pounding and I thought someone was trying to break into our house or something.”

 “Nope,” I say as a mumble, pressing my head up against the arm rest and keep punching the couch. “Just me hating life!”

 “Oh well in that case I’ll just leave you to it,” he says with teasing and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

 “Shut up Derik!” I grunt, still hitting the couch.

 “Well what are you so upset about?” He asks, “Is it that time of month again?”

 I stop hitting the couch, I’m silent for a second then I slowly stand up; I know my hair must look crazy from being pressed up against the arm rest, I then slowly turn to face my brother. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever! – ask me that again!”