I Kinda Hate You.

Chapter 1

Why does he have to ruin everything? I thought that I would have a nice Sunday morning to myself while dad is at work and Chevrolet’s still sleeping; eat some breakfast, paint my nails, read a book, relaxing things. But no. Of course Cole has to be in the kitchen.

He takes in my appearance and smirks. My messy hair, the fact that I have no makeup on, and my big t-shirt that hardly covers my butt which I wear for pyjamas.  “I think that’s the best I’ve ever seen you Toy.”

I grab a pen from the counter and throw it at him, the pen making a faint clatter as it bounces off his chest and hits the floor. “Get out of my house.” I grab a bowl from the top cupboard and push past him to get the cereal.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, no need to get hostile. Chevy still sleeping?” Without waiting for an answer, he starts heading towards the stairs that lead to my brother’s room.

“How did you get in the house anyway? We lock the doors.”

He shrugs. “Connor gave me a key. Told me to ‘come and go as I please’” His smile is sly and agitating.

I groan. “It’s Mr. Kelly. Don’t call my dad by his first name, it’s weird.” I turn my back to him and continue to make my cereal, breathing out a sigh of relief as I hear him jog up the stairs.

I grab my bowl of cereal and sit at the kitchen table. I look at the pictures on the walls, smiling at the frozen memories. Pictures of Chevy and I, always happy; Chevy, dad, and I, a family minus one. Cole is even in some of the photographs, whether it be with Chevy or even with me. They were all back to when we were younger though, before I started growing boobs and Cole’s looks gave him a big pain in the ass ego. I miss those times, the times where Chevy, Cole, and I were best friends.

After I finish my breakfast, I grab a towel from the towel closet and head to the bathroom for a shower.

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I turn off the water and run my hands over my face, and let out a big breath of air. I reach around the shower curtain for my towel but only feel the cool metal bar. That’s odd; I always put my towel there. I pull the curtain aside to grab my towel from where it must have fallen on the floor, only to find it gone. I step out of the tub to find the floor mat gone as well. I sigh in frustration; I’ll have to put my clothes on wet. But my clothes aren’t on the counter where I left them either. I glance around the bathroom to find it surprisingly bare, stripped of everything that could be used to cover myself. I see something out of the corner of my eye and look at the mirror.

Where drawn into the condensation is a big winky face.

“Cole!” I scream in rage.

I slowly open the bathroom door and look around cautiously. Once I’m sure the coast is clear, I quietly leave the bathroom and go to the towel closet. I look around the empty hallway and open the door.

To find the closet empty.

“When I get clothes on and find that boy!” I clench my fists and quietly make my way downstairs to my room. When I reach the bottom stair I see a piece of paper taped to my door.

Picturing you naked? This is going to be fun ;)

Something in the corner catches my eye and I find a pair of my yellow laced underwear and the matching bra. I roll my eyes and grab them and quickly put them on, not wanting to be naked any longer. I grab the handle and go to open my door but nothing happens. I shake the handle and try again but the door is stuck.

I groan and rest my head against the wall. It’s Cole; of course it wouldn’t be that easy. He’s been pulling pranks since he was five, and believe me, he’s gotten way past the ‘pull my finger’ stunt. Slowly I make my way back up the stairs and head to Chevy’s room. When I get to his room I hear his music playing and knock on the door. Hardly waiting for a response, I open the door and step inside.

To see Chevy, Cole, and three of their other friends Max, Thomas, and Spencer. My jaw drops as the boys take in my appearance, all having different reactions to my bra and panties. Chevy, well obviously, he goes through like ten different reactions. He goes from shock, to embarrassment, to anger, to confusion, to being a typical brother and running over and giving me his sweater to cover up. Thomas looks like he doesn’t know what to do as he awkwardly looks at my brother’s ceiling and pretends he didn’t just see his friend’s sister almost completely naked. Spencer has his jaw practically on the ground and might have stopped breathing. Max, typical Max, looks seconds away from having a boner. And Cole, Cole’s laughing his ass off. As in lying on the floor because he fell off the bed laughing his ass off.

Thomas breaks the silence first. “Is it okay to look now?” He sounds almost scared to ask and this causes Cole to laugh even harder.

“I thought you’d sit in the bathroom or something when you couldn’t get any clothes, not come into your brother’s room!” Cole clutches his stomach but he and Max are the only ones laughing. “This is just rich!”

I clench my fists and take a step towards him. “You are dead meat boy!” But before I can lunge at him, Chevy is pulling me under his arm.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Chevy says annoyed, looking straight at Cole.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, you’re not going to have a best friend soon because he’s going to be six feet under!”

Spencer laughs and looks at Chevy. “Wow bro, you might want to de-claw her. This kitty’s got a temper.”

I look at my brother. “Your ‘bestfriend’ came into the bathroom while I was showering and took all my clothes and my towel. And cleaned out the towel closet. AND locked me out of my room.”

I can see the hint of a smile as my brother glances at Cole. “Don’t you think you might be overreacting just a little? I mean, it’s not like anyone saw you naked.”

“But Chevy, they could have!” With a smirk, Cole just shrugs as my brother hands me some of his clothes to wear.

Cole Turner, it is so on.