Yours Musically

21. Choke On Protein Shake

Chapter Twenty One - Choke On Protein Shake

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

I barged right into Matt's house the moment Mack and Cheryl dropped me at my place. He'd just returned from the gym and I'd seen him walking from his car towards his house while I was stepping out of Mack's car.

I'd started to run to catch up with him but he was already inside and right before a middle-aged man somewhere in his fifties could close the front door, I broke in, making his eyes grow wide with panic.

But I hadn't stopped to explain or introduce myself to him. As if on a mission to annihilate my nemesis, I'd made a beeline for where he had just disappeared, finding myself in his kitchen.

He'd been in the middle of adding milk to a blender when I'd announced myself angrily with that question because something definitely had to be wrong with him in order to post that comment, right?

He looked up and all his movements ceased for a second. He hadn't been expecting me at all, had he? He really thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted and I would let it go without a fight.

He set the milk carton down on the counter with a scowl. "You?"

"Yes, me. The one you love to mess with," I snapped with elaborate hand gestures, clenching and unclenching my fists in front of me. "What the hell was that com—"

I was cut off by loud thuds of urgent footsteps and heavy panting right behind me.

"I'm sorry, Matt... I was closing the door when she came out of nowhere..." The poor old man seemed to have caught up with me, coughing and wheezing loudly as he doubled over with a huff and placed his hands over his knees. "Please tell me you know her."

"Garrett, it's alright. I do." Matt frowned. "You need to sit down. Do you want water?"

"I'm good." He waved his hand dismissively and looked up at me, a little v formed below his wrinkled forehead. I suddenly felt bad for him.

"I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed. I couldn't believe I'd rushed past him and entered their house like that. I didn't even know if Matt's parents were home. What would they think of me? My enemy really did bring out the worst in me, didn't he?

"It's okay." Garrett nodded, took in a deep breath, and finally straightened up. "I'm gonna head back out. Let me know if you guys need anything."

"For God's sake, catch your breath first, Dobby," my enemy rebuked incredulously.

Oh, so he doesn't watch Disney but he knows Harry Potter.

He pointed to the island stool for the old man to sit down, who in turn tried to be dismissive again, saying that he was alright but when Matt raised a brow at him, he eventually complied and took the glass of water my enemy held out for him.

"Thank you, Matt," Garrett mumbled and downed the water with shaky hands while I just watched with cautious eyes, waiting for him to spit it out after realizing something was wrong with it. I mean, come on, it's Matt. But thankfully, he didn't.

"I'm really sorry about that. I feel terrible now," I apologized to Garrett again and he gave me a little smile, nodding. "I apologize, too. I shouldn't have chased you here. That was rude and mannerless."

"So is barging in a house. Please don't apologize to me."

He gave another nod, got up and placed the glass in the sink before leaving the kitchen.

My anger for a particular someone resurfacing, I snapped my eyes to Matt and found him adding a banana to the blender next and reaching for other things like I wasn't standing there glaring at him.