My Cowboy

Chapter 11

- Hey, Cara! What's up? Elize greet me with her normal, cheery self.

- I'm in such a bad mood that you probably shouldn't talk to me, I tell her.

- Aww, hon, tell me about it.

- Well, first Nate told me that Jerkface no. 1 is spending the week with us and the-, she interrupt me with a squeal.

- Oh my God, your so lucky!

- No, I'm most definitely not! Like, I'd do anything to not be home for the rest of the week! I tell her and she narrow her eyebrows.

- Really? Because I know a lot of girls, and boys, that would just love to be you, including me..., I roll my eyes at her.

- Well, you can come over any day, if you promise to get me out of that house as much as you can-, she open her mouth to speak but I put a finger up.

- Ah-ah, I'm not finished yet. You also have to promise that I can sleep at your's at least once this week, preferably today till tomorrow, since I'm still mad at Nate for not telling me earlier. Which, by the way, isn't the only reason I'm really mad right now...

- Well, sure! But now, tell me, what's the other reason? She answer and I sigh.

- Well, you see, if it isn't bad enough that he will be staying with us, we, meaning me and jerkface, got in an argument this morning, about the most stupid thing, ever, I mean seriously, we argumented about which pancakes are the tastiest, American or British, like seriously, I can't even believe we talked about that, or well maybe I can, because he's always getting on my nerves, but oh, well... I tell her and shrug while she's only gawking at me.

-Seriously, you got in an argument about pancakes? Oh, man, this is, god, I can't believe you two! She laugh but I'm not finished, yet.

- And lastly, I walked into Jerkface no. 2, a.k.a Sam Rivera, earlier and damn, he's even worse than good brother... I begin to tell her while I think back at what happend a few hours ago.

I look down at my phone, waiting for Nate to text me and tell me that he's sorry for not telling me about jerkface no. 1 earlier, I mean, come on, I had to hear it from the devil himself, instead of my brother. While waiting I hear footsteps coming this way and so I look up but as soon as I see who it is, I roll my eyes and look down at my phone again.

- Hey, newbie, care to explain why my brother's staying at yours? He ask me but I just roll my eyes and continue to scroll through Twitter while waiting for Nate to apologize.

- Hey, look at me when I'm speaking to you, or are you too scared, huh? Ha, yeah, that's what I thought, so answer my question now! He force me to look at him by gripping my chin and then he doesn't even let me defend myself, which, let me tell you, makes me real angry.

- Huh? Oh, you're talking to me? Sorry, I'm not talking to douches. Or, when I think about it, I'm not sorry, at all! I turn around to walk away but he grab my wrist, making me stop and look at him like he's crazy.

- What? Why are you looking at me like that? He ask me and I tilt my head.

- Well, because you must be crazy, I mean, would I be scared of you? It's not like I can't take you in a fight... I shrug and he smirk.

- Oh, really wanna bet?

- Not really, I'm not in the mood, I tell him truthfully.

- And why is that? He ask.

- Two words, your brother, I answer and he get an interested look.

- What did he do that put your pants in a twist, huh?