My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

My face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and I yelled out “Son of a bitch!” which technically didn’t make any sense, since it had been a girl that had slapped me.

My first thought was “Who the hell just walked up to me at midnight and slapped me,” but that quickly transformed into “I’m going to beat the shit out of this girl”.

My hand had instinctively reached up to cover my face, and now I lowered it, getting good look at who this girl was.

She was short, blonde, and had bright green eyes. Oh, and she looked really pissed off.

The girl started to say something, but she didn’t get the chance to.

I punched her

In my defense, it had been out of instinct and self-defense, but it did make me feel better. I had always had a pretty nice right hook, which this twerp had just found out.

“What the hell?” she yelled, looking up at me.

I could already see where I had hit her – she was going to have a nasty bruise for a while.

“You’re lucky I didn’t break your nose,” I said with my hands on my hips, “Too bad. Now, who the hell are you, and why in the world did you hit me?”

The girl glared at me and said “I’m the girl who’s dating the boy you’re fooling around with.”

Even though I was pretty sure she was insane, I honestly thought for a moment that I had heard her wrong.

“Um, what did you just say?” I said, incredulous.

The girl was still glaring at me, and she said “Aaron, my boyfriend? You need to stop fooling around with him. Now.”

I couldn’t believe this. This girl looked like she should still be in middle school, and she was saying that Aaron (who I KNEW what single), was her boyfriend. This was not going to fly.

“Okay, what’s you're name, and what kind of mental illness do you have?” I asked.

Wow. If looks could kill, I would be in a coffin six feet underground, based on how this girl was glaring at me.

“Carly Reynolds, and I don’t have any form of a mental illness, for your information,” she said curtly.

I didn’t have time for this. It was well past midnight now, Laurane was waiting for me, and I was freezing my ass off.

“Great,” I said, “Well I’m going to my room. You should go back to elementary school, where you belong, little one. If I ever see you again I’ll knock your teeth out, and oh, enjoy that bruise. It’s coming in nicely.”

Then I turned away from her and walked into the building, only barely hearing Carly call out “I’m a freshman, bitch, and I will see you again!”

I didn’t even acknowledge that I had heard her, partly because I knew that it would be a bad idea if I did, but mainly because I was tired, cranky, and I just wanted to get to my room to talk to Laurane.

I walked to our room and barged right in, grabbed an ice pack from our mini fridge and put it on my face, because I didn’t want it to swell.

Laurane was still awake and was sitting on her bed, reading a book. When she saw the ice pack pressed against my face, she freaked out.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “What happened to you?”

I sat down on my bed and took a deep breath. It was a long story.

***

Two hours, a tub of ice cream, and a sappy chick flick movie – Twilight – later, the events of my night had been told. I substituted my hanging out with Aaron with a date with “Max”, I told her all about Jesse talking to me, and I went into full detail of my encounter with Carly.

As I had expected, Laurane was shocked with Carly’s behavior – I told her that Carly had said that she was “Max’s” girlfriend instead of Aaron’s.

Unfortunately for me though, Laurane wasn’t too please with the fact that I had punched Carly.

“Sammi,” she scolded, “What this Carly girl did tonight was totally unacceptable, but that still doesn’t give you the right to punch her!”

I pointed out that Carly had hit me first, but Laurane wasn’t hearing any of it. She was the picture-perfect teenage girl, and she expected the same from me. Which obviously didn’t go over too well with me.

I was able to convince Laurane to let it go though, and that it was all in the past now, which it really was. And it would stay that was – until the next time I saw Carly.

Laurane was still upset that I had been slapped, but she was too tired at the moment to really do anything about it.

Laurane promptly went to bed and quickly feel asleep, but I first had to make sure that my face wasn’t going to swell.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and concluded that no, it wasn’t going to be too messed up, thank god. If it had, I was going to have a little “chat” with Carly.

Satisfied that the mark the slap had left would be gone by morning, I climbed into bed, tried to forget the bad parts of the night, focused on the good, and soon enough I was fast asleep.

Authors Note:

Hey guys! This is a quick little chapter to hold you guys over, but it also introduces Carly! What do you guys think of her? I personally hate her right now, but I was the one who made her. :P

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