To The Boy I Love...[ON HOLD]

The revenge

Later that day, I couldn't stop thinking of Carter. What about him was so god damned interesting? Definitely not his fucking attitude, I thought. He's different than any other guy I've ever met. I mean, he's soo tall, and his voice. Yummy.  WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING? It's official, I'm super psychotic, especially my taste in men. My mind skips back to our texts, when he said it was the other way around. Could he have possibly meant he wanted me too suck... No. He wouldn't say that. I think. I would've done it if he asked, I thought. I try to let the subject go, but I can't help but imagine it. Me, on my knees, while I... Nope, stop thinking about that. I think I would enjoy it too much. I slap my forehead with my palm, frustrated with myself and my impulses. Suddenly, I hear my front door open. Since my incubator left years ago, and Brodys in his room, I guess it's my dad. I walk toward the front room calling " dad". There isn't in answer, instead a hot idiotic looking Carter. I stand slack jawed until he said, " well baby I'm not your dad but I can be your daddy", while smirking flirtatiously. I feel heat rush to my cheeks, like I had just been outside with the hot summer weather all day and got a sunburn. I brush him off saying,"You wish asshole. Why are you here?  Brody's asleep."  He gives me a blank stare, like he's waiting for something to sink in. Wait, is he here to see me? I raise my eyebrow, questioning him. His stance changing as he crosses his arms over his chest. He scoffs and says, "Why do  fucking think, idiot? I came here to see you. Duh" while chuckling softly. My breath hitches. I try to scoff. Emphasis on try. Ugh this is so annoying, why can't I act or think normally around him. He's not that special. I copy his stance and try to act normal. "Babygirl, you're not really helping yourself." My cheeks heat again, bothered with his nickname for me. "Don't call me that again, pervert", I growl at him. He steps closer to me, whispering in my ear with his lips brushing my neck. " I can call you whatever the hell I want. Don't act like you don't love it." I felt his breath tickling my hair. I shove him lightly. "Like I said earlier, you wish asshole." With that statement, I slam the door in his face.

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Later on, I called my best friend, Jenna, over so we could plan my revenge. Our plan consisted of waking my brother up to a popped balloon full of flour and milk. I love our ideas. Me and Jenna have been friends all of our lives, since preschool. She has always had my back, and I have had hers. I call her my personal diary, which is why I called her to help me. We filled the balloon and creeped into Brody's room quietly. We approach Brody and I hold the balloon over his head. I look at Jenna, silently telling her to pop the balloon with the needle we found. Before she did so, she had an idea and ran out of the room. A few moments later, she returns with to air horn cans. This is why she's my best friend. She thinks of shit I don't. Then, she finally pops the balloon and Brody snaps awake and sits up, sputtering flour of out his mouth and nose. We giggle momentarily before the blast the air horns. Brody jumps out of bed and runs around his room frantically. Me and Jenna leave his room and run to mine, acting as if we were never in there. After around thirty minutes, Brody walks in my room, showered and clean. "What the actual fuck was that about!!", he shouts. I tell him it's my revenge and that he had it coming. "Whatever, fuck off." He continues and storms out. Oh well

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