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Cut Down the Axe

7: Cut Down the Axe

 

Scarlet’s POV

I was awakening by the warmth that began to touch my face. It was the sun; I could see the orange through my eyelids. I groaned and hugged my pillow tighter. But there was a problem; I didn’t have a hugging pillow. There was hot fire burning against the tips of my fingers. It felt rigid and smooth at the same time. I began to wonder, with my eyes closed, what the heck I was touching. As I open my eyes, I regret it so much. The light, it burned.

When my vision focused, I found out I was really intertwined with… Nathan? What the heck! His arms were wrapped around my torso and I the same, though my hand was touching his… uh… abs. My leg was wrapped around both of his and he’s breathing into my hair. I’m a freaking monster when I sleep. I slowly took my leg and arm off of him. The only problem was his arm around my torso. Now how do I get out of this?

I slowly touched his hand, hoping that I wouldn’t wake him, and began picking it up, moving it away from my torso. But then his hand slaps back down, and I cry for a second of pain. And then he moaned softly into my hair, hugging me tighter. This task is going to be impossible. Giving up, I push his chest away from me, but he hugs me even tighter. What the heck?

“Nathan,” I groaned, “Get off of me!”

I could hear the deep, ruffle sound in his chest. Why the heck was he laughing? “Ah, that was fun,” he says, beginning to sit up on the bed and I the same. As I began to push my messy, red hair away from my face, I heard Nathan say, “That was hilarious. You suck at not waking up someone by the way,” he added later.

 I turn to him with wide eyes. “You were faking being asleep the whole, freaking time?!”

His hand goes to the back of his neck. He looked kind of nervous… “Well, uh, maybe I was?” His forest eyes look into my grey, asking for a reaction. He was probably expecting something like yelling, screaming, or especially violence. “Scarly?” he said, his cheeks turning a little pink.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Don’t call me that. You don’t deserve to call me that.” I frown. As I got up from my bed, I walk out the door, and I could smell the cheesy potatoes and if I’m correct… steak. My nostrils filled with heaven but not until the smell of Axe filled too. It wasn’t a really good smell.

“Whoa,” I heard Nathan say.

“I know,” I smiled. I walk down that stairs without him, and into the kitchen.

Everything was already set up, plates, silverware, everything. My dad took off his apron, and turned around, facing me. He gave a small smile but it turned into a slight frown. I already knew what it was, nobody had to tell me anything. Anyone would recognize the person from a mile away. Nathan seriously needed to cut down the Axe.

“Hi, Mr. Perez,” Nathan greeted as he neared me.

My dad forced a smile. “Hello, Nathan,” he says. “Would you mind staying over for dinner?”

Nathan grinned, “I’d love to, sir.” I’ve never seen Nathan this polite before. I mean, he was always the talkative one in the classroom. Teachers didn’t like him very much. It’s weird though. He gets A’s and all that. Nathan’s pretty smart, well, most of the time.

“Wonderful,” my dad says, kind of through his teeth. Nathan didn’t seem to notice and sat down at our dining table. Our kitchen and dining room were kind of merged together.

We chewed our way through dinner, Nathan complimenting my dad’s cooking once in a while. My dad and I remained quiet throughout, and thank the lord it wasn’t awkward silence. We would look at each other, sending each other our messages, and Nathan would look at the both of us, and then shrug it off. Sometimes I feel bad for that clueless boy.