CHAPTER SIX
I stare at the bewitched item that lay on my bed. It has been an hour and I have no idea what to do with it. Pacing obviously did not work as the anxiety levels only keep going up instead of decreasing.
My hypothesis was unquestionably out of range.
The initial plan was for me to come home, give my brother a long lecture on being punctual and then getting some sound rest. But since things usually never work out my way, I had to deal with some unnecessary matters that only gave me all the more reason to drive a stake through my heart.
Not that I'm a vampire though, really.
Wave texted me a few minutes ago that she'd be here any minute. I had called her as soon as I got home and spilled all the details. Tyler on the other hand did not return any of my texts or calls. Even the voicemails that I left apologizing to him weren't replied either.
This was a really horrible day.
The number 10 printed jersey was bothering me so much that I had to hide it everytime I heard footsteps near the door. Apart from Xander, nobody needs to know that I agreed to wear Asher's shirt. It was kinda harmless at first since this plan was basically a truce between Asher and I to ward off Queen Loco. I usually wear Ty's baseball jersey to his game to show support so I thought this wasn't a big deal, given that Asher begged me to wear it. But only now do I realize what a dumb decision that was and what I was getting myself into.
I should consider attending a kickstart campaign to avoid making a fool out of myself because apparently I'm an expert in that field.
"Would you quit stomping around with your elephant feet already? Some people are trying to sleep here!"
This is the support my beloved brother shows me when I mess up. First of all, he was the reason I had a run in with jerkface today and Asher being his football mentor wasn't helping. Xander is a talented kid and for him, a freshman, to be assigned to the captain of the football team as his mentor was phenomenal- minus the fact that his mentor happened to be my latest tormentor.
Funny that rhymed. Life really hates me.
I chose to ignore Xander's whining because he always snores like a wounded warthog and putting up with his crap for fourteen years is not easy. God forbid he will be 15 this October and I pray that he magically turns into a responsible gentleman soon. The middle-school childishness is still hanging around when it should be slowly going away. But one thing is set straight, that is of course the part where the male complex sets in.
Since my little brother is in high school now, he tends to act kinda 'macho'. Which I really, really hate. It's only a matter of time till he gets a girlfriend.
Just then the door swings open, giving me a mini heart attack. A solemn looking Waverly casually walks into my room, not bothered the slightest about my current state.
"Knock please next time. You don't want your friend to be dead now would you?" I apprise.
She shrugs and mutters sorry in haste. "What was so urgent that you needed me here right away?", she questions. All I did was show her the t-shirt and she figured out the rest easily.
Her initial reaction was to make her mouth look like a freeway for flies but that soon turned into a sly grin, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes. Oh no.
She ponders for a while, torturing me in the process. "Ray don't make this difficult. I know there is something extremely fishy going on between the two of you." She paced around the room and came to a halt in front of me, "Asher is a looker, yes, but that doesn't cross him out for being an ass. What surprises me the most is how fast you submitted into becoming 'a thing' with him!"
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