Chapter Eleven

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               Brody's POV

When I got home last night an ear full is what I got, not just from Hannah but Consuela too. 

Though, they were both yelling at me for two completely different reasons. Hannah was mad at me for getting home so late and leaving her alone with Consuela whereas Consuela gave me a stern taking to about sex and abstinence. 

Apparently she could tell I was up to something sexual. I say she's a witch. While we had the 'sex' talk all I wanted to do was leave the room but Hannah was restraining me. I honestly think she was enjoying watching me squirm from how uncomfortable I was. 

I don't know why everyone insisted on embarrassing me all day today. What did I do to deserve this? I wasn't even up to anything that sexual. We made out for like 10 minutes, at the very most. 

I think today was 'National embarrass Brody day'. 

After that long, and awkward, chat with the terrible two I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. You never really realize how tired you are until you actually see your comfortable looking bed. 

I stripped down to just my boxers and walked to my closet to look for pajama bottoms to wear. I went with my plaid ones and a black t-shirt. Turning off the light, I jumped under my covers and closed my eyes to let myself fall into a restful sleep.

Just as I was feeling sleep over take me I heard my phone going off from my jeans pocket. Ugh, how could I have forgotten to take them out? So stupid of me. Reluctantly, got back out of my warm bed and checked who would be calling me at...

I turned to look at the alarm clock that was placed on my bedside table. 9:27

Wow, I didn't even realize it was the early. 

Looking down at my phone, I checked what was the cause of the noise that came from my phone and realized it was a text message. From Vincent. How did he even get my number? I distinctly remember him only adding his number in my phone and surely he couldn't have memorized mine that fast. 

Guess who? The text message read. I smiled. 

Taylor Lautner?  I replied. 

Slowly, I walked back to my bed and got back under my cover, clutching my phone. I knew it was Vincent, but I wanted to mess with him a little. My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand and I looked at my screen, laughing. 

Even hotter! Try again. 

Sorry, Taylor Lautner is as hot as it gets. 

I could not help but laughing a little louder. Vincent might not appreciate my saying Taylor Lautner was hotter then him but it was somewhat true. Okay, fine, they are on about the same level. 

It's Vincent and u have just put a dent in my ego :( 

I was just kidding lol 

This time, his reply didn't come as fast as the others and I was almost falling asleep until my phone made that annoying sound that iit makes when I get a message. 

Good bc I am waaaaaay hotter then him :P 

I did not say that, he is definitely hotter 

go to sleep, ur delusional

I think I will do just that. I'm tired. 

Alright, goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite :)

I laughed at that and replied.

Goodnight Vincent.

With that I turned my phone off and slipped it on my night stand. I yawned and closed my eyes again. I would not take this day back for the world, it was so amazingly perfect.

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