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Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Dylan’s P.O.V

I grunted when Brian bounced up and down in his spot on my back. “Faster, horsey!”

If he didn’t shut up, I was going to climb on his back and see how he liked it. But I knew my mom would never allow me to do that. I may be able to get away with screaming at him, but breaking him was one thing I couldn’t do. I was on my hands and knees on the living room floor, making horse noises, and trying to be exciting for Brian. He had been crying all morning because my mom had left. She was going to be gone for two days. He doesn’t like it when she leaves.

“Luke, get your ass in here! I’m not this thing’s father!” I yelled.

Luke popped his head into the living room and instantly started laughing. “What the hell are you doing?” he came in all the way, and just laughed at me.

“Shut up, you bastard. Mom left, remember? Meaning, Brian goes psycho. So guess who gets to take him to the mall?” I said, from my position on the floor. Brian kicked my thigh and I grunted again. Why, oh why, does this kid love to hurt me?

“Not me! I can’t handle a kid in a mall!” Luke shouted at me.

“Not just you, you idiot! We are going to take him to the mall. So, you go get Brian ready, and get him off my back, while I get ready too.” I commanded.

“What? You can’t boss me around, I’m older!”

“But I’m stronger! So just do it, or I’ll break your nose!”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but still complied to what I said. He came forward, and grabbed Brian off my back, telling him to go get dressed so we could go to the mall and maybe get ice cream. Brian, is a video game addict, along with sweets. Whether it’s ice cream, chocolate, or candy, it doesn’t matter. He loves it all. I’m telling you.

I went to my own room to put on a pair of jeans and get rid of the shorts I was wearing, and put on a clean t-shirt. We were on our week long Thanksgiving break, and we don’t have any snow yet. But, I was pretty glad that we had a week off. Meaning, I didn’t have to sit through an awkward history class with Amanda after we went to that party.

I felt really bad about that. Not about almost kissing her, but having a drunken Sam show up. I talked to him about it, but I guess his inner jerk is coming out. He just yelled at me about ‘stealing’ her when she wasn’t his in the first place. Which, I pointed out. Let’s just say, Sam is not happy with me. So, we got into a fight. By fight, I mean a fist fight. He, now has a split lip, and I have a bruise forming on my jaw. Oh, and Sam was sporting a pretty bad black eye.

I went out to the living room, to find Luke and Brian waiting for me. “About time.” Luke muttered, handing me Brian.

I shook my head. “Oh no, I’m driving. I can’t handle a kid and drive.” I continued when I saw him about to argue with me, “I say, that if I get to drive, I can also hold his hand and watch him in the mall. Agreed?”

Luke smiled. “Deal, brother. Okay Brian, let’s go. Go get in Dylan’s car.”

I grimaced, waiting for Brian’s normal response.

“Ew! His car is icky!” he cried through the room, thought he started walking towards the front door anyway. Yeah, there it was. His general reply to having to go in my car. It wasn’t really that bad. It was just messy in the back seat.

I got in the drivers seat, and twisted the key in the ignition, while I waited for Luke to get Brian buckled in the back seat. The kid can’t really do anything on his own. Or if he can, he doesn’t want to because he’s a spoiled brat.