What? My over protective big brother is here. I am so dead. I got off of Jake and picked up his shirt, throwing it to him. I took out my book bag and threw some homework at him. He was confused but i told him to act like he was doing work. He quickly put on his shirt and started to do a couple of the math problems on the paper. I saw my brother open the door and he peeked his head through the door. I smiled at him and he just walked closer to me, giving me a hug. I looked over to Jake and he looked up from the work, smiling. I looked back at my brother and smiled.
"Who is this fella in your room, lil sis."
I frantically started to think about how i could lie to him. I can't lie to him. He will see right through me. I quickly said, "Um..." Jake got up and put out his hand for my brother to shake, "I'm a friend of your lil sis. The name's Jake." My brother looked at him with an amused expression and shook Jake's hand, "The name's Cameron. Now what are you doing here?"
Shit! My brother will beat the hell out of him if he knew we were 'hanging out'. What should i say now? I looked over to Jake and he was thinking too. I am totally busted. Wait, what i am stressing about just say we are doing school work. I break the silence with, "I am tutoring him." Jake looked at me kind of angrily but played along.
Cameron looked at me confused but he continued, "So you are tutoring him in our house, alone?" He asked me questionably.
"Yeah. Big bro, I can be responsible." Nice one!
"Ok, ok, Anyways, i have a friends' party to get to so i'm trusting you with the house," he faced Jake and sternly said, "And you mister, you better just learn about school work, or else."
Jake nods nonchalantly, and Cameron gives me a hug before leaving me with Jake. I look over to jake and he puts down the homework on the floor. I walk to the door and peek my head through the door just waiting to hear the sound of the door closing. I finally hear the door close and i get back into my bedroom. I turn around and see Jake with my Macbook on his lap. What the hell is he doing? I walk over to him and look over to the computer. He had Netflix opened up. Was he expecting me to just watch Netflix with him, after the incident that happened. I see him open up the horror movies and i look over to his amused face. I shake my head and say, "No, No, No, No, No."
He pulls me by my waist and makes me sit down next to him. I try to get out of his grip but he pulls me closer and puts his mouth close to my ear, "Yes." That one word sends shivers down my spine and i freeze up. He chuckles and that laugh/chuckle of his just makes me melt from my current frozen state. He moves his head so we could look into each other's eyes. Oh god, i am in pure heaven, can this last forever? I see the desperation in his eyes and i can tell that he is holding back something. What is that something? What is he hiding from me? I put a hand to his cheek and he smiles. He then takes my hand with his hand and plays around with my fingers. I play along with this action because of how adorable he looks.
I look into his eyes and whisper, "Netflix?"
"And Chill," he said with a devious smirk.
Oh this boy with his antics. I shook my head and he corrected himself with, "Ok, only Netflix." I get up from his side and walk to my closet. He stares at me the whole time and i look through all my shirts getting frustrated because i can't find my favorite t-shirt. I huff and crouch down to see if it was in the drawer that i kept hidden, in the corner of my closet. I get up and run my hands through my wavy hair trying to remember where i put it. I felt two hands placed on my sides and I turn my head to check who it is. The culprit is Jake and he was clearly confused so i explained the situation about my missing shirt. He looks through my closet and takes out a shirt that matches the description that i gave him, but unfortunately it's the wrong shirt.
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