Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

11

I wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling.

I try to sit up but couldn't and when I look down at what's keeping me pinned but only to find Calvin's arms.

I try moving out of them; struggling with everything I got but he would only get tighter and tighter.

I shake him.

"Calvin." I whisper.

He grumbles and turns over, pulling me with him and over to the other side of the bed. He snuggles his nose into the crook of my neck and goes back to sleep.

I shake him again.

"Calvin." I scream whisper.

"Hm." He grumbles.

"Get off of me." I whisper, pushing against his chest forcefully.

He opens one eye to look at me.

"Oh, good morning Jenna." He whispers seductively, untangling his large arms from my small frame.

Really?

"Hi." I whisper, my voice hoarse. I sit up and look around.

Everything looked like it had when I first fell asleep.

I didn't think to find myself in Calvin's arms like that, but it happened.

He pokes my cheek.

"You're adorable when you sleep."

I slap his hand away. "Quit being weird dude." I say, getting out of his incredibly comfortable bed, and extremely tall bed. It took me a little struggling to get off, but I managed.

"How am I being weird, jennypo." He says, poking my cheek again.

"Okay, if you poke my cheek one more time, I will punch you. Got me?"

He puts his hand up defensively.

"Alright, alright, but I'm going to have problems with that."

"Good." I say, stepping over to grab my clothes from my bag and go into the bathroom.

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I take an shower and get out, grabbing my brush and pulling it through my long brown hair, making waves appear naturally.

I put it up into a messy bun and put on my pink headband that wraps around my whole head.

I dry myself and put on my black sweater that says pink on the front and my thriller jeans. I put on my socks and gray vans and walk out the restroom with my bag in one hand and phone in other.

Calvin smirks at me.

"You look goo-"

A loud screech echoes throughout the house as Calvin were soon cut off.

"WHO THE HELL WENT INTO MY STASH!?" I hear Kevin yell.

Guilt spreads throughout me as I give Calvin the eyes that would only mean that we were both in death's clutch.

I let out a strangled breath.

"He's going to kill us." Calvin says, terror disheveling his features.

"Calm down Calvin. Just breathe and act like none of that ever happened." I say to him soothingly, putting my hands on his shoulders and looking him into the eyes.

He takes a deep breath.

"Okay, woo. Okay."

"Now let's sneak out before he notices." I say, taking his hand.

"Jenna, don't make me go out there and commit suicide. Kevin is a beast when it comes to destroying people."

"We will be fine, now let's just... G-"

He pulls my arm back.

"No Jenna."

"We will die if we stay here longer." I whisper yell.

Giving me a look of defeat, Calvin agrees and I grab my car keys and head for the door with Calvin behind me.

Once we make it towards the stairs, I hear yelling in the kitchen.

"Someone's been in my stash mom." Kevin says, anger clear in his voice.

"Go ask your brother."

"Why would he go inside my stash when he knows I'll chop his head off and feed it to Nallah." Kevin says, spiting his words out like venom.

Nallah was the pit bull in their back yard guarding every inch of the gate.

She was extremely pretty with her huge hazel eyes and grayish brown fur. When I first found out that the weldermans had just got a new puppy, I found out that the pit was no puppy. She looked like a full grown Great Dane.

While Kevin continued to ramble off about his stash, Calvin and I snuck our way through the living room and to the front door.

Once we made it out, I take a deep breath as I slid into my car seat, Calvin, following suit shortly.
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So if kevin finds out that calvin and his friend stole his stuff, he will be extremely furious.

NO ONE LIKES AN UNHAPPY KEVIN!

I.S.S