Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch12: Bang your tables. For physics.

I know, I know. It's been a LONG time since I've updated but I have my reasons. A) Exams. B) Writer's block. Also, this isn't really edited so if you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out, I won't be offended.

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"It is not in our stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." ~William Shakespeare.
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•B R A D•

At first, I used to think that you know, maybe humans are sane and maybe they have sense of time.

I was wrong.

I tugged the end of the hoodie shivering from the cold outside. "Why are we doing this at midnight?" I hissed.

Chad was completely obvious to the freezing temperature outside and he was wearing a thin V-neck full sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Who does he think he is? Elsa?

"He's only awake at this time of the night." He shrugged.

I felt like ripping his shoulders off for saying it so casually. He didn't even ask me before throwing me out of my room.

"Correction: early morning." I said, irritated.

"Stop being a baby. It right around this corner."

"You've been saying that for the last twenty minutes."

"Well, I'm saying it again."

I let out a harsh breath in annoyance. First, he insults me (alright, I'm over that) and then he barges into my room, throws me a hoodie and drags me out of the house.

Only Elsa is allowed to do that.

Maybe not, but I was seriously considering to throw a brick at his head and throw him back at home.

"We reached." He said, stopping in front of a house that looked just like ours.

I grunted, and then shoved past him as I walked up to the front door. I was about to ring the bell when my hands were swatted away. I glared at Chad.

"You don't ring the bell at this time of the night, idiot." I crossed my arms, listening to what else the great preacher has to say. "You just pull out your key and open it."

That was when it struck me.

Bastard.

He chuckled, slowly entering our house. "Good night, Brad. We'll meet Max tomorrow after school. Bring your skateboard along." And before I could throw a brick at him, he disappeared upstairs.

The only reason I didn't injure him is because I didn't know if I had to use a bat or a hammer.

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The bright light from the curtain pierced my eyes. I groaned, turning around and rubbing my eyes harshly. I wanted to squeeze them out of my eye pockets and the light wasn't helping me either.