Murder, Mystery, And A Really Cute Boy

Chapter 2

"There is no way you are making me get out of bed this early," my protest is muffled by the pillow over my head, "it's like, 4 AM."

Creed's voice comes from behind the closed door of my bedroom, "It's 8:30, and your brother's already awake and impatient, so you better get up, babe."

I groan and roll over, "Nothing will get me out of bed before 10 o'clock today, sorry."

"Nothing?" I hear Creed open the door, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, now go away." I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block out Creed's presence. My mind begins to fuzz, and I feel myself drifting off to sleep again. Suddenly, I feel a large, heavy thing pressing down on top of me. Instantly, I am wide awake.

What the heck are you doing?!" I practically scream at the form which is currently invading way too much of my personal space.

"Just, trying to find a way to wake you up, babe." Creed. I attempt to push him off of me, but he doesn't budge. "Looks like it worked."

I can feel his breath on my neck, and am suddenly extremely aware of how close he is to me. Underneath his weight, I manage to roll from my stomach to my back, hoping to now have some leverage to push him off of me. Not a good idea. Our faces are inches apart, and Creed's arms are pressed against my bed, effectively trapping me beneath him. This was disgusting.

"Creed get off of me right now." I glare at him, with my "mad-Kieran" face.

"What, you mean you don't li-" Creed's sentence is cut off when my brother's voice fills the room.

"What the hell, Creed?" Oh crap. Finn looks really mad. "Get off my sister, dude."

Creed just grins and slowly gets up and stands next to my bed, a smirk on his cocky face. Finn turns to me, still looking very much angry.

"Kieran, what are you thinking? I thought you hated Creed!" He runs his hair through his reddish-blonde hair, "And now you're suddenly in bed with him?"

"Finn, calm down, I can explain."

"No, I can explain." Creed makes eye-contact with Finn, and it almost seems like they're battling with their eyes. "Your sister wouldn't get up, so I thought I'd have a little fun, and wake her up real good." Creed's eyes sparkle, but are soon dampened by a look from my brother. "Sorry, it was a dick move, bro. Won't happen again."

"It better not," Finn mutters, "now get out of my sister's room."

After the boys leave, I reluctantly get up and go to the bathroom for a much-needed shower, my dark hair still dripping, I slip on a pair of my soccer shorts and a tank top and head to the kitchen. Creed and Finn seem to be back to their BFF status, and are joking around, their shoes already on.

"Geez, Kieran, you took forever, let's go." Finn complains, glancing at my outfit. "And do you have to wear shorts that short?"

I roll my eyes, "Finn, these are my soccer shorts, and I'll wear them if I want to." I grab a glass of orange juice and my sandals.

"Hey, I don't mind." Creed chimes in from one of the bar stools, but is immediately silenced by a glare from my brother.

Rolling my eyes, I head towards the door. "Let's just get this over with, guys."

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We stop at Walmart first, because even though we each have the credit cards Mom and Dad left for us, I figured we might as well get our school supplies cheap. After that we head to the huge outlet mall just outside of Jettison. Finn and Creed stay with me for a little while as I make my way through several clothing stores, but eventually get bored, and we decide to split and meet up later. After finding just about all the clothes I will need ever, I text Finn to meet me in Wet Seal.