✔︎ | Part of Me (Trilogy)

28 | not my problem

28 | not my problem

it's not your problem

"Tannie!" I burst out, sneaking up behind him by his locker and tasering his sides with my fingers. He jumps in shock, but when he turns around, he picks me up into his arms and tickles me in return and I giggle ferociously, hitting at his shoulders to stop before I laugh so I hard I have to cry.

His arms pull me in and he places a wet kiss on my mouth. "What's up, baby?"

"We're still on for tomorrow?"

He nods. "Yes, please, I'm so sorry about last Saturday. I forgot I had a family thing, which is fucking stupid because it was Valentine's Day."

I laugh. "Babe, it's no big deal. I was tired anyway. Sam kept me up all night. Plus, I got your flowers. Thank you."

He smiles. "Of course," he whispers, and let's me out of his embrace. "I gotta go talk to coach, so I'll see you at lunch, Avi."

I kiss him once more and wander into the cafeteria to try to find my brother, who is probably with Sam, unable to be apart from her for longer than a few moments. Sure enough, they're in the corner, having a heated discussion, and when I sit beside them, they don't even acknowledge me, only continue to slam Donald Trump and his obsession with twitter.

"Literally," Sam groans, "he's the worst president we've ever had. After all of the seriously fucked up stuff he does, he decides to tweet about literally everything too. What if he feels like, I don't know, destroying North Korea? He'll just tweet 'Hey guys, do you think I should launch the missiles? I can do that because I'm president, and I'm the best president, the smartest president.'"

Will chuckles. "I thought people used to hire assassins," he thinks, "there has to be someone out there with enough hate for the Cheeto to want to take him out. And hey, Avi."

"That's true. I don't support murder or anything, but like, I wouldn't sad." Sam glances over at me. "What's up, hun?" She pulls me into a hug. "You're early today."

I laugh. "Yeah, I thought, 'what the hell'."

She sighs. "Thanks for interrupting, I can't talk about this anymore."

I nod. "Are you going to the party tomorrow?"

The both of them shake their heads. "You know how Mom and Dad are going to LA?" Will asks, and I nod. After their little argument they decided they needed to go somewhere together, so Mom suggested, LA, and Dad, obviously not a care in the world because he hates it when Mom and him aren't on good terms, said yes. "We're going too," Will tells me.

I chuckle. "Actually? Like, you two, together?"

Sam frowns. "Um, yeah. I love LA. Why can't I go?"

I shake my head, smiling. "No, I don't mean like —" I look back form Will to Sam, "but, like, together as a couple?"

Will grins sheepishly. "We get it, it's been like a week, but I've never felt so close to someone else."