He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 7 - I Promise I Will Take Care Of Your Car Like Kim K Does With Her Ass

It was now 5pm, and the only thing on my mind was what Dylan had told me about Braxton's mom.

The feeling of regret had flown through me. I should never have gotten involved with Braxton and Dylan's fight, I should of let Braxton continue, it was Dylan's own fault.

But now I have a psycho who wants to kill me because I had to step in and punch him in the face.

I've been thinking about he whole situation since I got home from school. Pacing up and down my bedroom, re-thinking everything.

I understand why Braxton was so angry now, but although I had gotten involved, you don't pin a girl up to the wall and threaten her.

I may have been scared at the time, but I had gotten over it, and am now fearless again.

Just wait until he does something else and then my anxiety will come shooting through.

Deciding to finally get changed into something more appropriate for a soccer game, I walk to my closet and start scanning through all my clothes.

What was I supposed to wear? What are you supposed to wear to a soccer game? I wouldn't know, considering I've never been to one.

I've watched it on TV now and then, only because my big brother is a huge fan, but I've never payed attention to any of it.

Speaking of my brother, I needed to ask him if I could borrow his car for tomorrow. I had to get a ride from my dad this morning because to my luck, my car had broken down yesterday. My brother told me he would take it to a garage today.

My brother bought a Porsche Macan a few months ago, and I was dying to drive it. I just always needed a good enough excuse to use it, hoping he would give in.

I walk away from my closet, telling myself I'll pick some clothes after I've
finished speaking to my brother, and walked to his room, knocking twice before entering.

Stepping inside his room, I watch him slam his laptop screen shut while pulling his headphones out with his other hand and quickly zipping up his trousers.

"What the fuck Skye!"

"Alex..." I stare with my eyes bulging out my head, what did I just walk into.

"Do you ever knock?" He screamed, clearly embarrassed of what I just saw.

"I did knock! You just didn't hear me because you were too busy watching-"

"SHUT UP!" He screamed again, his face turning bright pink.

My face was starting to recover from the sudden incident, "Lets pretend this never happened"

I slowly walked backwards out of his door, closing it behind myself and re entering with a bright smile on my face.

"Yo, brudda! What's good?" I said, bouncing my arms in the air, trying to play cool about the situation.

"We never speak about this again..." He spoke, seriousness lingered in the air.

"Speak about what?" I smiled.

Sighing, he started again, running his fingers through his hair.

Wait, aren't you supposed to wash your hands after you do...you know what.