Unexpected.

Chapter eleven: bat shit crazy.

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. - Mae West.” 

Chapter eleven:

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September 25th, 2013. - 7:30pm.

The doorbell rang, I pranced down the stairs hoping it was the pizza man.

I grabbed the money off of the counter making my way towards the front door. I opened the front door revealing Princeton's face, and in his hand was my pizza.

I gave him a confused look, opening the door wider so he could come in.

"Oh uh- I caught the pizza man on my way up, I told him I was going here anyways so I just took it." Princeton said walking into my house.

I closed the door behind him following him into my kitchen.

"But I didn't pay for it?" I said tilting my head to the side holding up the twenty dollar bill.

"I know, because I did."

"But-"

"Shut up, Miyah." Princeton said rolling his eyes.

I walked up to him, handing him the money.

"Here."

"What are you doing?"

"Paying you back?" I said in a duh tone.

Princeton wrapped his fingers around my hand closing my hand with the money in it.

"I don't want your money." Princeton said looking me in the eyes.

It was like I was in a trance, his gray eyes held a sparkle in them. I gulped pulling my hand back.

I shoved the money into his hand walking around the island.

"Don't argue with me, just take it." I said grabbing plates out of the cabinet.

"Are you hungry?" I said moving towards the pizza box.

"I'm a growing boy, I'm always hungry." Princeton said grabbing the plates from my hands.

"I got it." Princeton said pushing me out of the way.

I rolled my eyes, walking towards the fridge.

"Sprite, or Coke?"

"Coke."

I grabbed a sprite and a coke out of the fridge closing the door shut with my foot.

Princeton followed me upstairs, balancing the plates and backpack all in one.

I pushed open my bedroom door, setting the drinks on the coffee table, I plopped down on my couch brushing my hands off.

Yes, I had one of those rooms.

Princeton followed behind me setting the pizza down on the table, he dropped his backpack off his shoulder letting it fall onto my floor.

Princeton plopped down on the couch next to me, sprawling out.

"I'm so tired." Princeton said yawning.

"Coach is kicking our asses in practice lately." Princeton said closing his eyes.

Princeton's a football player, quarterback actually. I was actually surprised he made the team, let alone quarterback.

His curly hair was sticking up in different angles, his face looked so innocent.

I snapped out of my stare, grabbing a piece of pizza and biting into it.