Bad Girl.

Chapter Three.

Trever POV.

Mom just got done cooking supper, it smelled so good. It was around 7:00 and I was hoping to go to Sarah's house soon. Mom baked some cookies for her family. "Trevor, suppers done." Dad called to me. I walked to the kitchen and fixed my plate, I say down and Mom asked, "How was School" Horrible, some bratty slut likes me. I'm phansexual, and the last relationship I was in, was with a guy, so I don't really want a girl to have a crush on me quite yet. "Okay, I guess. Some brat likes me." I said, casually. "Please tell me this brat is a girl." Mom says. "It is, Mom." I grumbled. "Good. You seriously need to stick to liking girls." Mom says, rudely. I love boys. "I love both genders." I say, annoyed. "Trevor, go take those cookies to the Martin family." Dad says, trying to change the subject. "Gladly." I roll my eyes and grab the plate of cookies. I walk over to Sarah's house and knock on the door, this time I'm not nervous at all, just a little mad because of my Mom. A woman answers the door, I'm guessing it's Sarah's mom. "Hey there, what brings you here?" She asks, smiling widely. "I'm new in town, and Sarah goes to my School. I brought you guys some cookies." I tried to get the anger out of my voice as a speak. "Thank you! Sarah's in her room, I'll go get her. Please come in, you can sit on the couch if you wish." I watch her, as she disappears up the stairs and I step inside, sitting on the comfortable couch. A few moments later, I see Sarah walking down the stairs. "Hey Sarah" I call out to her, smiling. Dang, I love that hair. She waves and takes a seat on the other side of the couch. "Are you scared to sit closer to me?" I ask. I feel like annoying her, or messing with her. "I'm not scared, I'm just..um...you know." No, I don't know. "Well, what are you?" I ask. "I'm a girl." She says. "I already knew that, smart one."
She smiles. "I know." I decided to change the subject. "I brought you some cookies." I say, giving her the plate of cookies. "Why?" She asks, puzzled. I hope she likes cookies. "I decided to be nice for a chance." I say. "Aren't you always nice?" She laughs. "You laughed!" I almost shout, pretending to be surprised. She makes her face expression look sad and says, "I never laugh." She started to make her face look mad, and at that I busted out laughing. "What's so funny?" She asks, perfectly calm. I'm still laughing, but I mange to choke out "You're face!" She grabs a pillow, and covers up her face. "Better?" She asks with a tent of laughter in her voice. "Nope, because now I can call you pillow face." She moves the pillow and throws it at me. I dodge the pillow, and I grab a can that was sitting on the table and throw it at her, it hits her stomach and she laughs. I stood up and held her beautiful blue hair in my hands, trying to braid it. "What on earth are you doing? " She ask. I laugh "Playing with your hair." I see her face turn pink. "Are you blushing?" I ask, smirking. She hides her face. "God no, ever heard of a laugh?' She says, sassy-like. Her Mom, Mrs. Martin walks down the stairs, I let go of Sarah's hair and sat back down. "Are you two having fun?" She ask, with a smile. I slightly blush and nod my head. I see Sarah smiling and I look at her, she looks back. We stare at eachother for about thirty seconds. Then she says "Stalker." and looks away. I laugh and continue staring at her. She sees me in the corner of her eye. "Stop." She says, in a serious sounding voice. I look away and shake my head slightly. She puts her hand on her head and laughs. I laugh with her.

It was getting late, me and Sarah had a nice conversation about eachother. It turns out she's emo. That probably explains why she wears a lot of black, and her taste in music. Although, I thought she was just goth. I said my goodbyes too Sarah and her Mom, and went home. Rights when I got home, and on my bed, I feel right asleep.