Bad Boy, All You Have To Do Is Ask

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

I squealed. My best friend and my brother. "Finally, you guys have been in love forever."

Beca blinked a couple times. "You're not mad?"

"No, Becs. Why would I be mad?"

"Because he's your brother," she stated, matter of fact.

"So, that doesn't matter. Besides, I'm sick of all the sluts he always has hanging around him. They have no respect for themselves." I paused before I asked my question. "What did you say?"

"I told him no because you're my best friend."

"Are you crazy? Okay, this can be fixed." I dragged her down the stairs, to my brother's door.

"What are you doing?" I heard Beca say, while I banged on the door.

My brother opened the door to reveal him staring at me like I've gone mad. "What?"

"Ask her again."

"Will you go out with me?" Hunter asked my best friend.

Beca was so speechless, all she could do was nod. I smiled, knowing my job there was done.

*****

"Food is in the kitchen." Tyler told me as soon as I entered the room.

"Sorry, I had to go have a serious conversation with my brother and best friend." I apologized and followed him into the kitchen.

Tyler didn't look too happy about my sudden exit, so I jumped onto his back. I locked my legs around his waist, and held onto his shoulders. "Rawr."

"Monkey," came his reply as he gave me a ride to the counter.

I let go of him as soon as my butt hit the cold granite. I grabbed the plate held out to me. I filled it with rice, orange chicken., and an egg roll. "Yum," I said, with my mouth full.

"I was right, you're a pig," Tyler laughed.

I jumped at him and we fell to the couch, me on top. "Take that back, or I'll sit here, forever."

"I don't mind. I like this position." His grip on my thighs tightened.

We somehow switched positions. My back was on the couch, and Tyler was straddling me. Again. Twice, in one day. What is wrong with me?

I took in the features of this particular bad boy. His black hair was rumpled from our fights. He had a scar just above his eyebrow from a knife fight. His blue eyes contrasted with his hair beautifully. Alarm bells rang in my head. We still have a bet. "Bad boy, all you have to do is ask."

He groaned. "I really hate that bet right now."

He pushed off of me, and I sat up. I looked at him and decided I wanted to eat the rest of my food. I looked at the ceiling and screamed.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Tyler asked me, alarmed.

"Spider," I cringed. I am deathly afraid of spiders. I don't know why, but I always have been.

He looked to where I was pointing and snickered. "Wimp," he grabbed a piece of paper towel and killed the big, hairy spider.

"Jackass, just because I don't like spiders, doesn't make me a wimp. You probably have a weakness."

Just before I stomped to my room, I heard him whisper, "You."

*****

Thursday morning, I decided to go for a run. I didn't get home until about one. The text I opened as soon as I walked through the door, was from an anonymous number.