You Can't Choose Your Family (On Hold)

Chapter 21: Why do I Screw Everything Up?

Chapter Twenty-One: Why Do I Screw Everything Up?

(Connor’s POV - Starting where Zoe comes in naked)

　

After I watched Zoe totally beat up Travis, which was quite a treat, I walked Drew back to her cabin. She was going on and on about hair products and what I should use, even though my hair looks fine now. Her voice just droned on and on. I was getting pretty sick of it, to be honest. She never stops talking. I try to talk every now and then, but then she starts again.

“Are you listening to me?” She asked in a high whiney voice.

“Hm?” I asked her.

“Ugh. You’re lucky you’re hot, because sometimes I swear your head is in the clouds! I was saying that Zoe could really use a make-over. I mean look at her hair, her pasty-skin, and her nails! I mean, I haven’t seen her wear any make-up! I mean gods! She really needs to do something with herself, but then again, she usually does look like a frou-frou. And you know what happens to girls like that…”

“Drew!” I snapped at her. “Oh my gods! She’s my friend! Cut her some slack. And no she doesn’t look like a frou-frou. And she looks,” I took a very quick pause trying to think of a word that wouldn’t upset Drew, “absolutely fine when she doesn’t have any make-up on, and I happen to really like her hair.”

Drew frowned. “Well if you think that she’s so gorgeous why don’t you go be her boyfriend.”

“Drew,” I sighed. “You know what I mean. And when were you going to inform me that we were going out?” I asked her.

“Oh, please! Everyone knows we are. They all talk about it. Are you mad at me?” she asked sticking her lip out a little bit. I could tell that she was trying not to charm speak me, which kind of touched me.

“No, Drew, I am not mad at you.”

“Are you going to tell people that we aren’t really going out?” she asked me.

I smirked. “Why would I lye and tell them that?” I asked.

Her eyes lit up, “Are you saying…?”

“Yes. I’m saying that we are going out.” She squealed and gave me a hug. I laughed and hugged her back. Then I did something that even shocked me. I kissed her. She seemed to be pretty shocked too, because she did nothing for a good second or two. Then she regained her senses and… well… how can I put this with still trying to sound appropriate? Basically, she’s an animal. She basically attacked me for a good twenty minutes before she broke away and smirked.

“I have to go do something before dinner, but don’t you wait up for me snookie-pooh, I’ll be there as soon as I can!” Then she got up and ran in the other direction. I scowled at the stupid pet name she gave me. I didn’t like it. I hated pet-names. They were stupid. And well… stupid. I walked to my cabin and sat down on the steps, thinking about pet-names still.

I couldn’t help but think of a few pet names for a certain girl though. There was “my little devil”, my “evil frou-frou”, there was “blonde”, “goldy”, “sweet eyes”, “sunshine”… the list went on and on. I couldn’t pick my favorite for her though. I would probably call her all of them.

I heard the conch blow for dinner and started walking there. I got my food and sat down at my table. I should probably feel pretty good right now, giddy almost. But if anything, I felt worse about myself. I felt a little depressed even. This was so out of character for me! Jeeze! Women really mess with your brain! Drew sauntered in, got her food and sat down at her table. Making goo-goo eyes at me for a while.