Nothing Left to Give *completed*

Nothing Left to Give- Chapter 7

Autumn’s POV

“We should really leave,” I mumble against Zack’s lips. We had been here for about two hours, and Eric and Devon were probably home from where ever they were and wondering where I got off to.

Zack’s only reply is to kiss me harder, so, chuckling, I’m forced to push him off me. I instantly feel cold and lonely, but I shake it off and drag myself out of the water and shaking the excesses drips from my hair. I run for my house without bothering to wait for Zack. I know, I’m just so considerate. I break through the ring of trees around my house and shimmy up my tree, sliding feet-first in through the window.

I grab some clothes and walk to the bathroom for a towel, ruffling my hair a bit. I’m already mostly dry from my run. Turns out, high speed wind works a lot like a blow-dryer.  I peel out of my bathing suit and put on some purple shorts and a bright green tank top to sleep in.

“Eric!” I call, opening the bathroom door and padding down the stairs. Shifters don’t need to sleep a lot – maybe around three to fours hours daily – and when my brothers finally do work those hours in, it’s always during the day. I swear that they should have been vampires with all their nocturnal tendencies.

“There you are,” Eric says, meeting me at the base of the stairs, his and Devon’s video game paused.

“Oh cool!” I shout, looking at the frozen screen. Devon and Eric play all sorts of games, mainly about wars and cars. Currently, there’s a war game in the X-box360, conveniently paused on the very bloody moment that a bullet leaves a target’s body.

“Where were you anyway?” Eric asks curiously, ignoring my excitement. Yeah, you might think that he would be a little annoyed, or worried, or angry when his sixteen year-old sister disappears and doesn’t come home until three in the morning, but, no. Eric don’t roll like that.

“Swimming?” I lie with an innocent smile. I’m snickering mentally. Not much swimming was done at all. Eric leans forward, sniffing my shoulder.

“Autumn,” he says, crinkling his nose, “You smell weird.”

“Dude, I swear that I showered this morning,” I tell him, raising my hands in front of me.  Eric’s eyes narrow.

“You smell like creep.”

“Hey! I said that Zack was a jerk and an idiot. I never said ANYTHING about him being a creep!” Eric jumps back, pointing his finger at me with a triumphant grin on his face.

“AH HA! You admit that you were with him!”

“Dude, I wasn’t hiding it.” I cross my arms and stare at him with scrutiny as his arms drops to his side and his grin falls off his face. “Failure,” I snort at him.

“Well! Shut up!” he shouts, folding his arms over his chest defensively.

“Dweeb.”

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Eric is eight years older than me. Out of all three of us, Devon is definitely the most mature, and he hasn’t even gone through puberty yet. Poor boy is a late bloomer.

“Listen Eric,” I say, smirking, “I was with Zack. Stop being a spazz and get over it. I’m going to bed now. Night.” Laughing silently at Eric’s pouting face, I turn away and head up the stairs, tripping onto my bed and falling asleep instantly. That’s just one of my mad skills – being able to sleep on a whim. ‘Causes I’m just that awesome.

Eric’s POV

I am torn between two courses. One, wanting to throw up, and two, wanting to punch Zack Pearce’s face in. I mean, EWWW! My little sister comes home smelling like creep and hormones! What am I supposed to do?! What if they—Oh God Eric! Don’t even go there! Too late, already got the mental images.