Girl V.S. Boy

Chapter 11

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I have Writer's Block. :(

Picture at the side is of the dress Elle got :D

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Chapter 11 (Girl V.S. Boy)

After the movie, I got up and stretched myself out while Brandon gently picked up a sleeping Isabella in his arms. “I’m going to put her to bed,” he said, getting up from the couch.

“Okay,” I said, sitting back down on the couch. Brandon carried Isabella upstairs while I sat by myself. I felt like going to sleep myself, just to avoid Brandon.

He came back downstairs a few minutes later, plopping down on the couch, way on the opposite end of me. He took the remote and began flipping through channels with a bored look. I stared at the screen, watching as he flipped through my favourite TV shows.

“Do you have a ride home?” Brandon asked, still looking at the television screen.

I nodded, still not looking at him. “Yeah. My dad.”

“Alright,” he said simply, his tone flat.

I sighed and began playing with the string attached to my hoodie. This was so awkward. An hour and a half more to go. “You were really good with Isabella,” Brandon said, looking over at me quickly before looking back at the screen, which now settled on Robot Chicken.

I nodded. “Thanks. You were really good with her, too.”

Suddenly, I got a text message. It was from Jacob.

How is the babysitting going? Are you and Brandon working well together?”

I rolled my eyes and quickly texted back.

It was good. Brandon… It’s awkward.

Not a minute later, I got a text back.

Be a man, Elle! Show him you are not affected by him!

I texted back with an exasperated eye roll.

I don’t like him!

I began to ignore the rest of his texts, which were basically saying that I was in denial and that I did like him. Honestly, I didn’t like him! Not as a crush, a friend, or an acquaintance! I hated Brandon James! He was the most evil guy on the face of the earth!

Suddenly, my phone was grabbed from my lap. “Hey!” I yelped, reaching out for it.

Brandon frowned, pressing buttons on my phone. His face hardened as I saw he was looking through the texts. “Give me my phone back,” I demanded angrily, glaring at him.

He ignored me as he continued to stare at the screen with an angry look. “You and Jacob talk about me?” he asked.

I sighed. “Give me my phone, Brandon.”

Brandon shook his head, pulling my phone away to keep me from reaching for it. “No. Do you guys gossip about me?” he asked angrily, a vein in his neck looking like it was about to burst.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, give me my phone back!”

“What do you guys say? Did you tell them about my mother? Huh? Did you say that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“No! I swear!” I said, shaking my head.

Brandon’s jaw clenched and for a moment, I was a bit scared. He finally chucked my phone into my lap, giving me a hard look. “Liar,” he said, his tone icy.