Not Your Typical Bet [Ongoing]

Chapter 4: I can't loose

ELI'S POV

I walked home alone since Dylan had to stay at school for soccer practice. I was thinking about what just happened during P.E. at the storage room.

What the hell was he doing? That moment was stuck in my mind the whole time.

No Eli. I lectured myself. Get your sh*t together. This is all part of his evil schemes.

I can feel my body heating up again, but this time, it's because of pure anger. Realizing that he did all of those things just for his stupid plan.

"You got me off of my track there for a bit, Dawson. I'm not even supposed to be acting all prim and proper in front of you." I grinned while looking at the mirror. "Fine. Let's play, but I ought to enjoy this little game of yours."

Great, now I'm talking to myself. This guy is messing with my mind. 

"Dawson" I pointed at the mirror. "I hate you."

"You hate who?" Dylan who popped out of nowhere, asked in a loud voice. 

"Dylan!" I yelled at him angrily, then I threw my hairspray bottle at him.

"Ow!" Dylan reacted. "Eli, that is so rude!" Dylan told me jokingly.

"Rude your face! Don't you think it's also rude to enter someones room without knocking? " I yelled again as I walked towards him to push him outside.

Geez, wear a freaking shirt for goodness sake. I thought to myself when I saw him topless.

"Hey, no. What are you doing?" he asked me while laughing.

"Pushing you outside obviously." I told him with an obvious fake smile.

"And why is that? This ain't your house." he told me in a proud tone.

That's it, I'm loosing it.

"Mom! Dylan is never allowed to enter this house!" I yelled.

"Hey, hey. Since when was that rule established?" he asked me with curiosity. 

"Since now." and I pushed him harder.

"Honey don't yell." mom told me in a loud voice from downstairs.

"You're yelling too." I answered back. "Mom, just don't let Dylan enter this house anymore."

"It's not yelling. It's called lecturing your daughter. And why exactly shouldn't I let Dylan enter this house?" mom asked me.

"Because I get in quite a lot of accidents when he's here."  I told her while glaring at Dylan.

"Don't listen to her Christine. She doesn't make the rules around here. She's not the boss of you." Dylan told mom in a persuasive tone.

"Dylan has a point." mom told me in a knowing tone. My jaw dropped at this.

"Mom! Don't let him persuade you!" I yelled.

"Fine then. Any rebuttal to what Dylan said?" mom asked me with amusement.

"Yeah! Like what if he's evil?" I told her, thinking of more excuses. "And, and," I stuttered, and looked at Dylan's topless body. "what if I wanna walk around the house naked or something?" 

"Eli!" mom and dad said in unison.

"What?" I asked them, and I also turned to Dylan who had his jaw dropped. "Girls have those moments to you know."

Dad walked upstairs, then to our direction.

"Dylan my boy, looks like we're gonna have to limit your visits here." as my dad tapped Dylan's back.