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Brody smirked and moved me back into the wall creating a me-sandwich. The bread; Brody and the wall. His hands found my hips again and he pressed his thumbs into the V in my lower stomach.
"Stop it!" I hissed. I had no idea what was with Brody, because this was not like him at all. Ever since the fourth grade he absolutely hated me. In fact he had once said that I was his nemesis. I tried to find out why he hated me but every time I asked him he'd walk away from me without answering and as we got older he'd tell me to fuck off and then walk away. His brother finally told me why; it had taken every ounce of strength in me not to go yelling at him. It was because I had missed his nineth birthday. He had just moved to Colorado from Nebraska and we had become friends immediately. This was great for me considering I had always had trouble making friends despite the fact that I'd grown up with these people. On the first day of school; he was playing tag with Alex Bravo. When he had seen me he started teasing me because of my dress. The next day he teased me because of my last name. He chased me around calling me Gravy, until I started crying. He felt awful and apologized repeatedly. After that we were inseparable. The third part of our Trio was Kyle Masters. Brody always wanted to go on play dates and such but I never could because at the time I had to go visit my biological father. I always had to go to my dad's on the weekends. After I had missed his party he stopped talking to me and the trio broke up.
"Gravy!" Brody smirked tickling me. "You still space out a lot."
"Why are you talking to me?" I blurt out.
"What?" He asked.
"Why are you talking to me," I repeat, " I mean you hate me remember... and why did you kiss me?"
"I dunno..." He mumbled not moving his hands from my hips.
"Yes you do." I state, starting to push him away. His thumbs fiddle with the skin that had become exposed. My T-shirt had risen from being grabbed and pushed.
"Okay," Brody pauses, leaning in to kiss my neck. "Maybe, I miss you." He moved his head so he could kiss the other side of my neck.
"Stop it, Brody." I mumble. I begin to side step him only to be blocked in.
"Brody."
"And I don't hate you." He says. I try once again to side step him only to be pushed back again.
"Gravy..." he moans into my hair.
"Stop it!" I hiss. I wanna tell him not to call me Gravy but since he came up with the nickname, I don't.
Finally the bell rings and it's time to leave. I could not be more happy. I push Brody away and grab my bag. I rush down the stairs and thank god I don't have any homework. I fish my keys out of my bag and sigh in relief when I'm in my Jeep. My step-dad, Emmett, who had adopted me when he and my mom had gotten married, had bought me the Jeep. I had gotten all A's for two years and as a reward I got my dream car, a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. I also assumed that I had gotten the Jeep because he was always away on business. I loved my Jeep. Someone knocking on my window brought me out of my trance.
Brody stood outside my door. I quickly locked my door only for him to hold up my phone. I growled and unlocked my door and got out.
"Give me my phone." I snapped.
"Oooh not very friendly." He smirked.
"Brody Nathaniel Jameson!" I yell. He glares at the full use of his name and turns to walk away.
"Brody!!" I whine trying to keep up with him. The parking lot is nearly empty which isn't good. If he's planning to murder me for the full use of his name I don't know if anyone will hear my screams.
"Dammit Brody!" I pause once we've reached his truck, " Give me my phone." I feel the heat rising to my cheeks as he pops the back door open and climbs in. I quickly follow in hopes of getting my phone.
"Give me my phone." I yell reaching towards him. He pulls his hand out of my reach causing me to have to reach across him. Once again he pulls his hand out of my grasp. I try to reach for it one last time and he throws it up front where it lands on the passenger seat. I let out a growl of frusteration. I realize I'm going to have to crawl over him. I start to do so when I'm thrown on my back.
Brody Jameson is on top of me.
