Stay Away From My Friends (Jenna McDougall and Vic Fuentes)

Chapter 7

Jenna and I weren't able to finish yesterday. We were close, but we goofed off a lot. So, she agreed to come over to my place after school.
I make sure to get home as soon as I can. I need to clean this place up.
Mike's on the couch, being useless like always. I'm vacuuming and sweeping, straightening things up.
"Why are you so worried?" Mike asks. "It's not like she'll care. She's got a boyfriend."
"Thanks," I scoff. "I just want it to be somewhat neat here."
I put the cleaning supplies away and run upstairs. Time to clean up my room.
I open my closet. I set all my journals on the top shelf in there. I take my blades and pills off my dresser, and stuff them into a drawer below. She doesn't need to see those.
I pick the clothes up off my floor and cram them all into the dirty bin. Huh. So that's what my floor looks like.
I take my guitar and put it back on its stand. I straighten up the piles of books I have everywhere, and I'm done. The doorbell rings just in time.
I run down, hoping to get there before Mike. I'm too late.
Mike's standing in the doorway. "Whatever religion it is, we don't want it," he's joking, but Jenna can't tell.
"Uh, actually, I'm her for-"
"Oh!" Mike interrupts her. "The drugs. Jesse sent you?"
Jenna's totally creeped out now. "I think I have the wrong house."
She turns to leave, but stops when I yell at Mike.
"What the fuck dude?" I ask him, walking over.
"Just messing with her," he grins. "Is this your girlfriend?"
He's pretending not to know Jenna just to embarrass me, and he's enjoying every second of it. His grin has turned into a smirk. Little bastard.
"No," I tell him. "She's here for a project," I sigh. "Jenna, this is Mike. Unfortunately, he's my little brother."
Jenna cracks a small smile. "Oh. Hi Mike."
"Hey Jenna," Mike looks at me. "Why do you call me your little brother?"
I give him a weird look. "Because you're younger than me."
"Yeah, But you're like, 5'6," he says, using me as an arm rest. I'm so close to punching him, I swear.
Jenna laughs. "Well, nice to meet you."
"You too," Mike says, pleased with himself.
"Come on in," I tell her. I push Mike off me and lead her upstairs.
"Don't make too much noise!" Mike yells after us.
"Shut up!" I yell back.
"And if you need it, there's condoms in my room."
I shut the door.
"I'm so sorry," I say to Jenna.
She's just trying not to laugh. "It's fine, don't worry."
I smile. "Told you he was worse than your dad."
"Okay, you were right," Jenna admits.
We sit on my bed. She's looking around, taking in the scenery.
My room isn't too decorated. Plain blue walls with one or two posters, and then a ton of books.
"You like to read?" she asks.
I nod. "And write."
"Cool."
We get out our notes and materials then get to work.
We talk a little as we work, asking about each others days and such. Things are going great, until Jenna sees something on the floor. She picks it up.
"Vic, what's this?" she asks, holding up a razor.
Shit. I missed one.
Thankfully, I didn't break the blade off of this one, so I could still use it for shaving if I wanted.
"Multitasking," I lie. "I oversleep a lot. Must've forgotten to put this back in the bathroom."
I take it from her and set it on my dresser. She nods. I can't tell if she believes me or not, but she doesn't say anything else.
"Shaving while putting on shoes is harder than you'd think," I say to lighten the mood.
She smiles a little. "I bet."
Crisis averted.
We keep working until we finish. Jenna's dad comes and picks her up. Maybe now I can relax.
"How'd it go?" Mike asks as I sit next to him on the couch.
"Good," I answer. "No thanks to you."
I playfully shove him and he grins. "Just doing my job."
"That's something dad would say," I mutter.
Mike shrugs, still taking pleasure from his earlier actions. What a weirdo.