Touch The Skye (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

*Avery*

"Skylar, that's enough, you're being unbearable!" I balled my hands into fists at my side and glared up at him. Of course it didn't work.

"Careful, Scar. If you keep frowning like that you'll have wrinkles before you're thirty. You don't want that, now do you?" He smirked down at me as he crossed his arms. Then the knife, he raised that stupid eyebrow of his. 

"Stop calling me that!" I near yelled. My anger was bubbling at this point. And what for? Because we couldn't agree on what to get for dinner. Skylar was insisting on everything I hated or he'd starve himself. I knew if I let that happen and Matt found out he'd kill me. Well not really, just be super disappointed. Which kind of sucks more than dying, if you ask me. I knew it was going to be a long night ahead.

"Oh come on, you like it," his smirk grew and I was near the point of screaming and pulling out my hair. "Don't you..Scar?"

"Why do you keep calling me that insufferable, stupid, lame name?!" I yelled at his ridiculously smug face. God, his arrogance was out of this world!

"Wow, those are some big words, Scar! You must've been studying so hard lately to know such big words at your age!" He grinned and ruffled my hair. Also known as, destroying the hair I'd spent a good amount of time perfecting. 

"Excuse me? I'm only a few months younger than you, you arrogant meanie!" I snapped; I had the strong urge to stomp on his foot with it, but thought better of it. Skylar didn't do well with physical contact, unless he initiated it. Or so I've learned in the last week. 

We weren't exactly friends, but we were no longer enemies. Skylar tried his best to not be so rude while I tried for more patience, if even possible. We didn't talk much or really hang out unless we were left home alone while Matt and Mom attending dinner parties or charity events or even the occasional date night. 

"'Arrogant meanie? Wow, I gotta say, that's a new one, even for you." He chuckled. My glare softened. I had to admit, his laugh was my soft spot. He so seldomly laughed that when he did I could almost leap with joy at having gotten it out of him. Even Matt had pointed out the small changed in Skylar when we were home. Skylar wasn't as reckless as he used to be. Don't get me wrong, he still stormed out and stayed out too late and occasionally came home drunk, but he wasn't so short fused and he seemed more relaxed at times. He even regularly joined us for dinner nowadays. 

"You didn't answer my question." I pointed out. With Skylar always nitpicking at me, like knowing when I was lying or dodging, I started to pick up the same habits in others. 

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you accusing me of dodging?"

"Maybe." I shrugged with a small smile. I felt proud that he was noticing me getting better at it. It was like a weird game of student teacher. 

"No way. You're still the queen of dodging. You're like dodge ball queen." He shook his head and walked to couch before plopping down and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

"Dodge ball? What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes as I made my way to sit on the love seat. 

"Think about it, it's very much like a game of dodge ball. The question is the ball, thrown at you by myself. You dodge it. That's why it's called dodging the question." He shrugged even though his fingers were clasped behind his head with his head leaning back so that he faced the ceiling. 

"Really?" I cocked my head to the side. I had never thought of it that way.

He shrugged again, "Who knows, but sounds accurate to me so I'm sticking to it."