Becoming Badass

Chocolate Cake.

I sit on the edge of the couch staring at the ground with a blank look and slowly hitting my palm against my forehead. I forgot to keep track of how long Dylan has been "apologizing" to me. I mean it did start out that way but then he drifted on to why he did it, why he should've done this, how he will try to avoid it in the future, why he's apologizing now, why he's- I don't fucking know I drifted off. I've been trying to get him to stop so I can shove Blake out of my room but he just keeps going and going and going and going..... And going. Okay I'll stop now.

"My point is I love you and I'm sorry, okay? Hug?" I hear Dylan say and I blink a few times before realizing he's done.

"Love you too." I look over at him and give him a quick hug before standing up and stretching. "Well gotta study for that test so.... Bye." I take a step forward and wince when I hear the door opening.

"We're home!" My mom yells.

"Great! I'm starving, did you bring food?" Dylan sighs loudly getting up and walking over to them. You see if I did that I would have my ass handed to me.

"Dylan." My dad says and I hear Dylan laugh.

"I'm just kidding-"

"Actually that's a great idea. Why don't you guys take Dylan out for a nice dinner? Here, I'll give you money. Have to make everyday count when Dylan's here." I search my pocket for money then reach over to my bag pulling out 60 dollars and shove it in my dad's hands. I throw my wallet on the floor and begin pushing all three of them out the door.

"What about you?" My dad asks as I keep pushing them.

"Oh I'm not even hungry plus you need quality time with Dylan. Bring me back a slice of cake or whatever, just go and have fun." I say as the stop at the door but I continue to try and nudge them.

"Alex, this is your money- you earned this, we can't take it." My dad says trying to give me back the money.

"Yes, and now I'm giving it to you three as a gift to go and get yourselves some dinner. I can always work more but I want you to eat and enjoy. Now go, go have fun." I motion them out, my mom and Dylan smile and give me a quick thanks before walking out. My dad lingers behind and kisses my forehead quickly.

"Thank you, Princess. I'll bring you back something and if we come back too late I'll make sure those two don't eat it. Love you, bye."

"Love you too." I sigh quietly as he walks out, closing the door, and locking it. I drag my feet to the couch and flop on it taking a deep breath. Why am I always so fucking exhausted? "OH SHIT YEAH" I fall on the floor, get up quickly, running down the hall and to my room bursting through the door. I find Blake laying on his back, head hanging over the end of my bed examining one of my white lace panties (bought it when I did the whole shopping spree of operation try to be cooler. So it's never been worn, yet. ) He raises his eyebrow looking at me.

"You have the weirdest collection of panties. Some are huge, some are like kinda small, then some barely cover anything. Want to model this one for me?" He holds out the underwear and I rip it away from his hand throwing it back into the closet.

"Why are touching my underwear?" I ask crouching down and pinching his nose tightly. He sits up grabbing his nose, glaring at me slightly.

"Needed something new, I already looked through all your bras, 34B." He grins looking at me and moves away when I try to grab his nose again. "I got bored, what do you expect? You left me in here for-" He checks his phone," 2 and a half hours."

"Oh shit, that's the shortest lecture I've ever gotten. You're lucky, usually it's like five hours." I sit on the edge of my bed sighing and run a hand through my hair. "Sorry I locked you in here, if they caught you here it might've lead to them finding out I was suspended."

"And back to the reason why I came here. Are you seriously cool with all this? I thought you'd be freaking out since-"

"Since I'm the girl with straight A's, always on time or earlier, never missed a day of school, always stayed out of everyone's way, always-" I lay down on my back staring up at the ceiling with my hands over my stomach.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Tend to drone on, sorry. Family habit." I sigh softly and rub my eyes, they feel immensely heavy. The bed moves a slightly and I feel the space next to me dip. I keep my hands over my eyes, glancing over slightly, Blake's in the exact same position I am. I drop my hands to my side, and feel my eyes close.

"How are you going to hide the fact your suspended?" Blake asks after a while and I open my eyes, did I fall asleep? Whatever.

"I'll wake up at my usual time leave the house and do whatever. Or come back after everyone leaves. I'll decide tomorrow." We lay in silence again then I break it. "I'm hungry." I get up and walk out of my room to the kitchen. I hear Blake walk behind me. "You should probably leave before everyone comes back, then they might really think we fucked."

"And the problem is?"  He asks as I open the  fridge looking through it and I roll my eyes. I shut the fridge and grab the box of cinnamon toast crunch reaching in and eating them.

"Well aren't you a gentleman." I mumble shoving more in my mouth and Blake laugh softly walking over to me and pulling the box away.

"Okay there, Princess." He hands me a napkin and looks through my cupboards.

"Don't call me Princess." I wipe my hands and mouth.

"I won't, Princess." He says grabbing a bowl and setting it on the counter filling it with cereal.

"Dude, that's what my dad calls me."  I grab the bowl and begin eating the cereal, dry.

"Well what if you have a daddy kink-"

"I MOST CERTAINLY DO FUCKING NOT." I yell out causing me to choke on my cereal. I cough loudly as Blake pats my back laughing and I settle down glaring at him. He pulls the bowl away from me and looks through the drawers until he finds a spoon putting it in the bowl, walking to the fridge. He pulls out the milk and walks back to the bowl, opening the jug, I immediately stop him. "What are you doing?"

"Making cereal?"

"When you're with me you eat it dry." I pull the milk away from him.

"You fucking weirdo." He grabs the milk back.

"No." I reach over to grab it but he holds it out of my reach. "Stupid-" I jump slightly trying to reach it but he keeps it out of my reach.

"Alex we're home!" I hear the door open, my eyes widen and I yank the milk away from Blake shoving his head down behind the counter. My dad walks in smiling and places a white container on the counter then looks at the bowl of cereal, frowning slightly. "Oh you're already eating, we can save this for later then."

"What is it-?" I ask put my hand on top of Blake's head as I see him shuffle from the corner of my eye.

"Your favorite," He grins opening it, "Chocolate cake."

"I haven't even started eating the cereal so I can eat the cake." I say closing the milk with one hand.

"Nope, finish your cereal and then cake. I'm going to change my clothes and then we can eat it together, okay?" He closes the container, and I nod my head then he walks out.

"You have to go now." I look at Blake and grab his arm pulling him up and out of the kitchen. My heart is racing so fast, it feels like I'm going to have another attack. I open the door quietly and motion him through. "Thanks for checking up on me I'll see you on Monday, bye." I whisper and close the door as I see him open his mouth.

I run back to the kitchen and pour the cereal back in the box, put the milk away, and place the bowl in the sink sitting on a stool  waiting for my dad. He walks in smiling and grabs two forks sitting next to me, as I open the container again. I take a fork and begin eating with him as he tells me about his day.