Bad Boy, All You Have To Do Is Ask

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

"Hey, you wanna get my mail for me?" I asked Hunter as soon as he walked into the room.

"Sure," he held his hand out.

I threw him my key and settled back into my seat on Tyler.

"So, let me get this straight. You're allowed to sit on me, but I can't sit on you?" Tyler lightly trailed his fingertips up and down my arms.

"Exactly. I don't crush you. And you're the one who pulled me onto your lap in the first place." I answered with a smile on my face.

"I know." He started to lean in to kiss me, but Hunter burst through the door.

"What's this?" He had an angry look on his face and was waving a piece of paper around like it was on fire.

"It looks like a..." I got a better look at it, as he brought it closer. "Ah... oh."

"Yeah, ah... oh. Dad's dead and you didn't think to tell me!"

"I thought Beca had told you and you were just trying to keep calm."

Hunter exploded and a string of four letter cuss words flew from his mouth. "Shit. Damn. Fuck."

I let him continue his tirade and read the funeral announcement. When there were no more words coming from Hunter's mouth, I announced, "We're going back to Texas."

I moved to Florida to get away from my hometown, but still be in warmth. Well and to go to the University of Florida. Great. Looks like I get to pick up my accent again.

"You have an accent?" Tyler asked, bewildered.

Wait, I said that out loud?

"Yeah, you did. You have an accent?" Tyler looked astonished.
"Yeah, I have a bumpkin accent." I said. Hunter and I shared an annoyed look at realizing we would have to recatch the accent.

"I wanna hear it. You don't have an accent now." Tyler got up off the couch. "I'm going with you. For all that moral support stuff."

"Uh, I guess." I looked to Hunter to see if he was okay with it.

Hunter shrugged. "I don't care, but I guess I should tell Zach about this wonderful news." His voice was laced with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want to think about it."

Hunter nodded and left to tell our brother the horrible news. I turned to grab my bag from my room, when strong arms wrapped around my waist. "What time do you have class?" Tyler mumbled against my shoulder.

"Ten minutes." He groaned. "Don't you have class today?"

"No, I get Wednesdays off."

I pulled away from him. "Well, I don't."

*****

"So, he's not posting grades until we take our midterms, but I'm pretty sure we got a good grade." Derek stated, sitting next to me.

"I know. I've known for a week. Where have you been?" I tapped my pencil on my notebook impatiently.

"Busy." He replied, hastily.

"For a whole week?" I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Yes, I do have a life." His tone was blunt.

"Okay, well we have class. And that was mean." He shrugged. "I don't have time for this." The bell rang. "When you are ready to stop being a jerk, come find me." I met up with Beca at the door and we left.