Rewind (Completed)

Chapter 5: Up To No Good

Chaper 5: Up To No Good

"I have to say, I'm feeling a little antsy about this." I admit to Troy as we wait outside his and Bell's place. 

When they returned from Rome, their modelling careers having fallen through, they moved out of their parent's place and bought a house of their own together. Apparently, when they're all (Max, Troy and Bells) not on campus, they come to this house to unwind. However, it's Troy and Bells who bought the place. Max just uses it for his own benefits.

"You should." Troy coughs, not so discreetly either.

"What?" I sputter, unsure if I heard him right.

"Nothing!" Troy says hurriedly as he pushes me inside the house before I can even think of backing out. "Forget I said anything, Squirt."

"You just said that you said nothing." I remind him with a look of suspicion crossing my features.

"What are you? A damn detective?" Troy grumbles out as we wait for Max to approach us.

"Good news and bad news," Max says as he makes his way from the kitchen toward us, "Bells is home."

"Please tell me that that's not the good news." I murmur, concerned for my life. I can only imagine what the bad news must be.

Max chuckles at my expense, "Unfortunately, the bad news is that she isn't expecting you."

My eyes widen at this new information, "Max!" I swat him on his chest in anger, "You said that you'd have her prepared for this." Bells is ridiculously dangerous when she enters into things without first being informed about it. Catching her off guard is asking to die.

Max shrugs, "I tried. She's been a little more uptight than usual lately." He explains lightly and briefly, choosing to be vague about the situation.

I shake my head at him, feigning disappointment, "You stupid meatball." I glare at him before turning to Troy, "What's your excuse 'pony boy'?"

"Now I may be a man of very little integrity, but I am no cowboy." I roll my eyes at Troy's statement. He has no idea what 'pony boy' means. "What's with all the insults anyway, 'Miss High and Mighty'?" Troy frowns down at me, "You're being mean you big brown-noser."

                 I've never claimed to be a nice person.

"Hey!" I interject, "I'm no brown-noser. Your sister is the obsequious one." I argue, sure that Troy does not know the definition of a 'brown-noser'. "I lead rebellion projects. I was a true rebel." I state in pride as I rise to my own defense.

No way am I going down in the history books as a goody two-shoes. If that were to happen, it would have to be under extreme discretion. I mean, come on, I was the biggest offense in high school to ever happen. I was the master transgressor that oversaw all trouble making assignments.

"Max!" I hear the scary yet familiar high-pitched tone come from the kitchen, the aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. It's obvious Bells has been keeping herself occupied through baking. "I hear voices!" She calls, "Who are you talking to?!" Bells questions, sounding more than irritated.

Great, she's in a bad mood as is. This cannot possibly get anymore difficult. She's going to rip me apart - tear me to shreds. I'm a walking dead person.

All I asked was that they tell her in advance that I'm back in town. I gave one simple task and these two muzzletops before me couldn't even manage that.

Max panics and so Troy fills in for him, "It's just me - Troy - your baby brother!" Troy calls back to his sister, for once thinking on his toes as he anticipates her response.