College experience

Chapter 8

I'm ready to murder my siblings! My 5 year old brother won't STFU and my 8 year old sister doesn't know how to count!!! Why did I agree to this!

Jeez Briar. Anime addict much.
           I shuffle through the titles, half of which are in Japanese, and the other translated partly to English.
           Tokyo Ghoul. Nope.
           Black Butler. Nope.
           Fairy Tail. Nope.
           Your lie in April. Nope.
           Blue Exorcist. Nope.
           Bleach. Nope.
           Come on! Where is it!
           I flipped some more, aggravated as fuck and a little pissed.
          Ah ha! I smirk in triumph. Found if. I looked at the title, running my finger over the raised font on the front. Finally found it!
          Deadman Wonderland.
          My favorite anime ever. Why do you ask? Well, my uneducated peers. There is only one reason really!
          They can control their own fucking blood!!! It's fucking bad ass.
          I was getting ready to put the disk in when I heard the door open and then close and the lock latch. I turn slowly, taking in Briar's appearance.
          "Dude, you have an anime obsession." I deadpan and if I could sweatdrop, I would.
          "Yeah," he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment. His face was tinted pink, and I smiled.
          "So," I start. "What got you so flustered?"
          He flinched slightly.
          "Some girl wouldn't stop flirting with me during art today." He shivered again in what looks like disgust.
          "She wouldn't stop hanging off of me. She kept asking to feel my biceps and kept running her fingers down my arms. It was gross." I almost growled at the picture in my head. No one touches my Briar.
          Wait. My Briar. I didn't just think that! No! I deny it completely.
          "What was her name?" I manage to get out through my gritted teeth, thankful that I wasn't facing him.
          "I'm pretty sure her name was Paige." I froze, slowly turning to face him.
          "Did she have brown and purple hair?" He nodded.
          "Blue green eyes?" Nod.
          "Really squeaky voice?" Another nod.
          "Obsession with puffing her chest out and emphasizing her cleavage?" Nod.
          "God fuck me!" I yell, startling Briar and almost snapping the disk in my hand. This isn't fucking happening. It can't be!
           But it is, and it sucks.
          Briar comes over to me and gently pries my hand open to retrieve the disk that I'm crushing. He comes over slowly, afraid to set me off. I get it, but it just makes me even more angry. I snarl and he stops.
           The TV starts playing my show and I calm down enough to let him lead me to the couch. We calmly sit down, him hugging me to his chest. I'm to lost to even care about how we look, and I would totally deny it later if anyone mentions it.
           "It's okay, Andrew." He whispers in my ear, stroking my hair at the same time. I relax a little more into his strong chest.
           "That's the girl I was running from on Tuesday." I say quietly. He hums in response, remembering what it was like for me.
           "She was my ex. Her name is Paige Taylor. While we were dating, she used her powers to seduce my brother into having sex with her. It broke me, and I never had another girlfriend again. I forgave my brother, but I booted her out. She has been trying to take me back ever since." I was crying silently then, reveling in the warmth that he was giving off.
           "I'm glad you told me." I heard him mutter into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "So, that was the last time you dated a girl?" I nod. "So, does that mean your into guys?" I froze at the innocent question. I nod slowly.
           "Does that mean your not a virgin?" He questions. I shake my head no. "Yes, you are?" I shake my head. "No your not." I nod. He sighs in relief.
           I wonder why it sent butterflies through my stomach when I heard it.