The Third Year

Chapter 29

Here is another chapter, y'all! Sorry it's super short, but it's something:) Please read, comment, vote, fan, etc. Thanks a bunch!! God Bless!

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Chapter 29

Michael’s POV

I did absolutely nothing this weekend. Like nothing at all.

Finally on Sunday afternoon, I was so exhaustingly bored, I decided to start my homework before it got too late. Grabbing my bag, I pulled out my math homework and started working through the problems, checking my phone every minute or so.

I had been constantly checking it all weekend, waiting to hear something from Ivy. Turns out, she doesn’t have any form of social networking except for Instapic, which she is private so I can’t see her photos till she accepts me.

Finishing up the first problem, I leaned back in my seat and stared at the work in front of me. Growling, I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with me checking my phone. Standing up, I grabbed my phone and walked into the kitchen.

Opening the knife drawer, I tossed my phone in, slamming the door closed. I stood in the kitchen, staring at the drawer when Simon walked in. 

“Dude, it’s a simple concept. You just grab the handle and pull,” he said as he opened the fridge.

I flipped him off while his back was to me. Looking over to the drawer again in frustration, I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair in agitation, leaning against the counter.

I heard the fridge close and Simon pop open a soda.

“Wow, what’s got you all worked up?” he asked, slurping the soda.

I opened my eyes and looked at my brother. He had an eyebrow raised, waiting for me to start talking. Deciding I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was brooding over Ivy, I told Simon the entire story. From the first time she ran down our street to our fight and make up session in the rain Friday night.

At some point during my story, we had made it back into the dining room. I was sitting at the head of the table, Simon to my left. He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he listened intently to my story.

When I was finished, I leaned back too, mimicking him as I waited for him to speak. After a few moments of us just staring each other down, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table. I ran his finger around the top of the aluminum can as he put his thoughts together.

“Come on, Simon, say something. You’re killing me here,” I growled, shaking my leg up and down anxiously. The way he was tracing his finger around and around the can was making me feel nervous all of a sudden.

“Well, Michael. I don’t know what to tell you other than you’re whipped, man. And by a girl you hardly know, I might add,” he said smiling at me cockily.

I stared at him openmouthed, in shock. He’s kidding me right? After everything I just told him, that’s all he has to say?! Gapping at him in shock, I tried to put everything together in my head.

Finally, I sputtered out a response. “Wha- you-I, Simon! Seriously?! Nothing?? No, ‘it will work out’ or ‘just bang her’? Seriously! Wow, you’re a disappointment,” I said exasperated as I pushed myself out of the chair, marching into the kitchen. I was fuming by the time I made it to the kitchen.

Jerking the knife drawer open, I grabbed my phone and slammed the drawer closed again. Turning, I saw Simon standing in the doorway, staring at me. He was leaning on the doorframe, ankles crossed, his arms once again crossed over his chest. I watched as he glanced down at the phone and then back up at me. He cocked an eyebrow, smiling slyly.