Impulse

CHAPTER 11

         Pacey's POV

"Mr. Mitchell, are you even listening?"

The sound of my name pulls me from my musings. I peer over my shoulder to meet Mr. Singer's wrathful gaze. He's standing beside me with his arms folded across his puffed out chest. Impatiently tapping his leather Oxford's on the floor. He scowls in my direction with his furrowed untrimmed, bushy brows. I swear they look like two angry catapillers sitting above his beady brown eyes. I have already classified him as Mount Desert Island High's most inadequate teacher.

"Yes sir." I answer the annoying chemistry teacher.

Clearly he's not satisfied with my reply but, he strides back to his desk anyway, resuming his monologue on electrochemistry. I anxiously wait for him to face the board before I shoot Wyatt a text, letting him know that I was staying at his place this weekend.

Ever since the incident we had in woods last week, our irritating neighbour has been watching my sister and I like a freaking stalker.

Reid Donovan was swiftly becoming a thorn in my side and the reason why I need a punching bag. He has been dropping by to check on us every single damn day this week. I would tell him we we're fine and try send him on his way. He would push past me, insisting that he needs to check on Mya for himself. I pride myself on having impeccable control of my anger. I have always been a laid back, easy going type of guy. I'm not sure what it is about him that sets me off but, whenever I see him, I have to walk away to calm myself down so I don't do something I will regret. Ergo the reason I need a punching bag. Yesterday when I came home, I found the two of them in the kitchen. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what they were doing. God only knows what he would have done to her had I not came in when I did.

He's been fixing the plumbing in the basement and the steps leading to the basement. I know exactly what a guy like him want's and I'll be damned if I let him get it from my sister. I see the way those two looked at each other, and over my dead body will either of them be getting any with me around. I have nothing against my sister but, she can be a bit naive when it comes to guys.

One time I over heard one of her boyfreinds, if you can even call him that, trying to get into her pants right there in my parents house while they were sleeping. She kept telling him no, that she's not ready, when the dude was not wanting to take no for an answer. He kept begging her and I heard her voice break with the last no, meaning she was about to give it up to that asshole.

I can't fucking stand guys like that, trying to guilt trip a girl into sleeping with him. So I did the brotherly thing and dragged him out of her room, down the stairs and out into the front yard where I proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of him until my dad came outside and broke it up. After I told him what he was trying to do, my mom had to hold him back from going at him. Needless to say that asshat never came back to our house.

I will not let another dipshit like him do that to her again, and I know that is the only thing that Reid wants from her. I mean seriously, whenever he is around her he cannot peel his eyes off of her tits or her ass and it takes all I have not to punch him in his face when I catch him.

He's also been taking our trash to the curb on trash day. He even mowed our lawn without telling us because my sister hasn't gotten around to buying a mower yet. Not that I minded the free manual labor but, the asshole could have at least gave us a heads up. No, instead he has to wakes me up at seven in the morning on a Sunday.

"Daydreaming again Mr. Mitchell?"

Oh for fuck's sake. I highly doubt that I am the only one in here that is not paying attention to this incoherent nonsense. Yes, I know I need to learn more about the relations between electrical and chemical responses, since I decided I want to become an arson investigator. I just can't seem to get my head on straight today.