He Calls Me Lu

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

“Bren? What are you doing here?” I asked as I heard—and smelled—someone enter my room. It was Brenden’s deodorant. I turned around in my desk chair to see Trevor in my room.

Trevor looked almost exactly like Brenden. Except with sapphire blue eyes instead of emerald green. And a bit more muscular. “It’s not Brenden. But you’re close.”

“Trevor, what are you doing in my room?” I asked, standing up and crossing my arms.

“I just came by to say hello. I was bored with nothing to do and Brenden is still out shopping with Mom, so I figured you’d be alone and bored, too. Your mom let me in.” He kicked off his shoes and laid down on my bed, his arms crossed behind his head. “Though, she did call me Brenden, so I don’t think she got a good look at me.”

“Well, hello. And goodbye,” I said, turning back to the laptop on my desk.

“I don’t wanna go just yet, babe.” I turned back around.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not yours to call babe, Trevor,” I said, my voice softening with each word. “We can hang out if you don’t try anything.” He nodded.

“So what you wanna do?” he asked.

“Let’s just chill. That’s what I do with my other friends,” I said, turning back to my laptop.

“What are you doing on that computer?” He got up off the bed and walked up to me, standing behind my chair.

“MySpace stuff,” I replied. “Why?”

“Just making conversation. Let me look at your pictures,” he said, pushing me out of the chair. I slid off the shiny surface of my chair onto the floor as he sat down. “There are no pictures of me on here.”

“Well, duh. I don’t exactly hang out with you, Trev,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest.

“We’re gonna take a picture together and you’re gonna put it on MySpace,” Trevor said, picking up my camera from my desk. He leant down towards me, the chair tipping. It crashed down and he landed on top of me, the chair on top of him.

“Trevor!” I yelled. “Get off of me!” I tried to laugh, but he was crushing my diaphragm. Flash! He snapped a picture and laughed at the look on my face. I pushed him off, grabbing the camera. I ran out of my room, down the stairs, and outside to my front porch. As I was running down the porch steps, he tackled me to the ground.

“Ow! Trevor, you douche bag!” I laughed, pushing him off again and sitting up. I had cut my arm on something, and it was bleeding. And on top of all that, my white shirt was all grass and mud stained.

“You’re bleeding!” he yelled, pulling me up by my uninjured arm. He dragged me into the kitchen and wiped my cut clean. “What do we do with it? There isn’t a Band-Aid big enough to cover that.” And he was right. The cut went from my elbow down to the back of my hand.

“What did I even cut it on?” I asked—more to myself—as I examined my arm.

“My zipper,” Trevor said. I gave him a look that said ‘what the hell are you talking about, boy?’ “Well do you have any other bright ideas?” I thought about it and shook my head.

“No. But how did my arm get near your zipper?” I asked.

“Must’ve just happened when I tackled you,” he said, reaching for my arm. “I think it’ll be okay. What do you think?” I looked up at him. He was staring at me with a weird look on his face.

“I’ll be fine. Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, pulling my arm away.

“It’s nothing,” he said, looking away. I grabbed him shoulder and turned him back around to face me.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t tell you. I would show you, but I made a promise.” I gave him a confused look. And he kissed me. Again. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there for a full twenty seconds. And that’s quite a long time. Enough time for his hands to find my waist and his tongue to probe my teeth.

For a second, I was mesmerized by the smell of Brenden’s deodorant on Trevor and how good the kiss was, and I kissed him back. As his hands slid up the front of my shirt, I realized exactly who I was kissing. “Trevor!” I pulled away. “No more!” He turned away and started walking towards the door.

“I’m sorry. I told you I made a promise. I’m sorry. I’m bad at controlling myself. I’ll see you around, Court,” he said, gripping the door handle.

“Hey, Trev,” I said, watching as he turned back towards me. “I forgive you. But maybe we shouldn’t hang out again for a little while. I’m sorry. We better get that picture before you leave, though.” A big grin made its way to his face and I couldn’t help but smile back. He ran over to me, grabbing the camera from the counter on the way. “Wait. First, help me stop bleeding,” I laughed.

After I was taped up, I grabbed the camera. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek just as the camera flashed. I gave him a look and he turned to face the camera sticking out his tongue. I took another picture. “That’ll do, don’t you think?” I asked, facing the camera towards him. He nodded and smiled.

“Bye, Court. See you around.” He kissed me on the forehead and ran out the door.

“Shit,” I mumbled, walking back up to my room. “Why do I have to be so damn sexy?”

“I was just wondering that same thing.” I turned to where the voice came from and my mouth dropped open.