Scrambled

Chapter 9; Anticipation

Dinner was great. We had chicken tacos and salad. I felt like I was eating gourmet food that's was like a gazillion dollars. They had a giant dining room ,which I never noticed, off the side of the kitchen. I sat in the middle of Blake and Aaron on one side of the table and across from us was his parents. Apparently Tyson was at some class, because the school was still nervous to have him, and then after he went to this football practice of a team he was on, because the school didn't let him on ours.

And Sloan. The scary part was, nobody knew where she was. Her mom assumed she was with a friend, but her dad assumed different...And halfway through dinner, she came storming up the stairs rubbing her neck.

"Darn that guy! I mean really, if he bit me any frickin' harder, I'd be missing a chunk out of my neck!" She hollered. Of course she wasn't using that language, she was cursing. I don't know what it was about me, but I didn't like curses. Maybe in a funny joke or movie. But someone who had them falling out of their mouth, ugh. I couldn't stand it and tried to not hear as much of it as I could.

She immediately stopped yelling when she turned the corner and saw all of us looking at her. Sloan's hair was frizzed and wild. She was wearing a tank top and leggings and the heels she was wearing today were in her hands. Sloan, when she met my gaze, glared at me and then put on some fake smile for her parents. Who were sitting there looking at her sternly. She put a hand over her neck.

"Parents, siblings and other. I would not like to discuss what I just said. It was nothing. So drop the stupid and hard looks on your faces, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. " Sloan spun on one heel and started walking through the kitchen.

"Sloan!-" Meredith yelled after her daughter.

"Back the frick off, mother. I said I was a big girl. Drop it." She said this without even Turing around. And again her with those bad words. Meredith shrugged and finished her taco. Her husband doing the same. Blake was playing with her salad, making it into a face. Aaron stared after his sister for a long while and then turned and finished his food. I followed everyone else's action and finished my food.

When Aaron and I got back to his room, he let out a large sigh. He plopped down on his bed and once again buried his face in his hands. I didn't know what to say. How to help. After the way I saw Sloan yell at her mom and how her mom didn't do a thing, I couldn't imagine that was the first time that's happened. It was like 7:05 p.m. right now and Sloan had been gone for like 4 hours. And by the way she was talking and her covering her neck , we probably all knew she wasn't with a "friend". Poor girl. She must've been so lost to resort to those type of distractions.

I stood in silence for a really long time until I sat next to Aaron and rubbed his back with one hand. I stayed quiet, not wanting pry or annoy. He finally lifted his hands from his face. He looked angry with a hint of exhaustion. I moved my hand from his back, I wouldn't have rubbed his back if I knew he didn't like it. Aaron's face softened. "It's not you." He said to me. I resumed rubbing his back again. "I wish that she could...-That she didn't have to... -She'd stop..." Aaron struggled trying to find the words.

"It's okay, I understand." I said.

"What do I do? When she does this... She just needs to stop. I mean I yell at her all the time, but it obviously does nothing. It's pathetic honestly." He said ,his anger rising.

"I don't know... Maybe she needs to stop on her own." I told him. I had no experience in this field. So hopefully it helped something. He nodded once.

"Maybe." He replied.
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After we finished homework, Aaron insisted on driving me home, even though I told him I could get Parker to come and get me. We were sitting in my drive way. Aaron was wearing the pajamas he had on after his shower. He was drumming the beat to Classic Man which was playing on the radio. I pulled all my hair to one side and twisted a piece around my finger. I grabbed my bag and opened my door. I turned and smiled at Aaron who was already looking at me. Something hit me then and I for some reason, leaned over and kissed him, on the cheek of course. After I pulled back I stared into his eyes. Something gleamed in them, it was dark and mischievous. Before he could do or say something else I was already out of the car walking to my door. I rummaged in my bag for the key. Once I found it I shoved the key in the whole and stepped inside.