How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

11 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

chapter 11 is it?

wow, sorry it's been a while, im having trouble figuring out how i should run with this story, but i'm getting there! feedback is always appreciated though!

hope ya'll enjoy and keep reading and listening to me music ok! the music people it's all about the music....

ok sorry rambling just then.

katary

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As I walk in the door of our house I can't wait to reach the couch. I turn the TV and I feel J sit beside me. I lean my head against him and he tries to take the remote. We start fighting over the remote for a while until we both decide MTV is the best choice.

I suddenly wonder how my brothers' day went, if he got as much crap as I did or more.

'So, were you harassed much today?' I ask him and he just shrugs his shoulders at me. 'Hm, that bad aye?' I add and he just shrugs again. 'Dang I didn't get it that bad to be honest! I think it's cos I'm a chick...' I say thinking this time he'll actually say something. Suddenly the front door opens and in walks the gang. I look over to them and they start sitting in the living room. 'Hey guys, how was your day?' I ask them all and they all just shrug. Great. More shrugging. 'Damn, they should make shoulder shrugging the official teenage boys language!' I laugh and they shrug. Again. 'You're all no fun you know that?' I add and get up to go to my room. Stuff all this shrugging, it's making my shoulders sore and I haven't even done it once.

I reach the bottom stair and realise my poor gut hasn't had anything to eat since lunch. I go to the kitchen and check the fridge. Nothing. Cupboard. Nothing. Fridge again. Nothing, again. I try the cupboard one last time and notice a bag of Doritos right at the top. I hop on the bench and I'm just about to grab them when another hand takes them before I can. I turn my head and there's Todd holding the pack of chips.

'Todd, I saw those first. Give them back.' I say sternly. Even though I'm kneeling on the bench, he's still a good couple of inches taller.

He laughs in my face and adds, 'Sorry, but I grabbed them first. I win.' He smirks at me and starts walking away.

Oh hell to the no he's walking away with my snack! I stand on the bench and jump onto his back. He stumbles forward and I quickly try to grab the packet of chips from his hand.

'What the fuck?!' He yells and starts shaking to try and get me off, but I've done this move a million times before and I'm a pro. I also know he's very sensitive at the back of the neck so I yell out 'The Claw!' and clamp my hand on his neck. He suddenly becomes paralysed by my hand and stops moving. I tighten my grip for just a second and he starts to collapse. I laugh my head off and jump off his back. I have totally won this round. I grab the chips out of his hand and guide him back into the living room where I notice all the boys are in.

I hide behind him and they don't notice I'm there. I kick him in the ass and he stumbles away and before he even has a chance to turn around I'm already halfway up the stairs and manage to make it to my room and lock the door before I hear yelling erupt from the living room. I laugh my head off at them for being such dorks and I walk over to my speakers and push play on my ipod. Linkin Parks' 'Crawling' comes on and I turn the music up really loud to let them know they shouldn't bother trying to bang my door down cos I won't hear them. I go to grab my school bag and realise I've left it downstairs. Damn, I want to get my homework done and out of the way. But I know if I even take one step out that door, I'm mincemeat. So I look around my room.... I think I should start drawing something; I haven't done that in a while.

Although I love drawing, I find it hard to draw anything straight out of my head. I visualize something and I can see it so clearly, but when I draw it, it never comes out how I visualised it, and it really pisses me off. But I can replicate pictures or landscapes pretty well, so I grab one of my art books and start flicking through. I decide I'm not really in the mood to be drawing any portraits so I decide to grab a landscape book. I flick through and find the perfect picture of a wharf. I grab my favourite pencil and get down to work.

I'm drawing for about and hour and decide I've had enough. I really wanna get my bag from downstairs; I just don't feel it's safe with all that testosterone in the room. The poor thing is probably suffering in silence. Ha ha ha.

So I open my door as quietly as I can and try and walk downstairs as stealthily as I can. I start thinking I'm a ninja and that my bag is a damsel in distress. So I get down real low and pretty much start crawling on the ground. I've made my way into the living room and the boys haven't noticed me yet.

I see my bag at the side of the big couch and notice Adams sitting next to it. Okay, this should be easy, he's pretty dense. (In a tunnel vision kinda way)

I start pulling on the bag from behind the couch and notice it meeting me with resistance. I start pulling a little harder and it won't budge. I move my head around and notice the strap is stuck on the corner of the couch. I look up and around and none of the boys have seen me yet. I reach around to the strap and as I'm pulling it a hand grabs mine and I look up straight into Adams eyes.

He has a playful smile on his face and then says, ' Well well, lookie what I have here.' He pulls on my arm and drags me up so all the boys can see me. I look at all of them and they all have the same look on their face. Payback. I smile feebly and think of all the ninja moves I could do so I could run away. I didn't have any shuriken or smoke bombs so any ideas involving those where written off. I just needed a super good diversion so they'd get distracted and I would have a chance.

They slowly start advancing towards me and my mind is failing to help me out.

Shit, shit, shitballs, I need something super quick!

I look at the tv screen and see an ad with Jessica Alba on it.

'Holy shit, Jessica Alba's naked!' I yell out and they all turn towards the TV, eyes wide. I take my moment and yank my hand out of Adams grasp and make a run for it with my bag.

Adam feels me let go but he realises too late and I've already got a wide enough berth that they won't be able to get me. I sprint up the stairs and quickly lock my door to my room and collapse on the bed. Completely wiped out. I sit up after a few moments and look at my bag. Mission accomplished I think! Score for me, with just a little more practise, I totally could become a ninja.

I open my bag up and grab my phone. I notice there's a message from Damien *insert swoon here*. I read it and smile.

*Hey its Damien, thanks for today, I had a great first day.*

I furiously start texting back to him

*Hey, sweet as. I had fun today, was great to get to know you again.*

I wait a while fidgeting until I hear the beep.

*Same here, your still the same I must say.*

Confused, I wonder what he meant by that.

*Eh? How am I the same? I thought I've tamed myself down by now lol*

He replies and adds

*Oh no, you're def more feisty than you used to be, it's just that people are used to it now! Ha ha*

And here I was thinking that since I started high school I was a lot more refined. Obviously my imagination playing tricks on me.

*Ok ok, from now on I wont be so... feisty, when you see me at school tomorrow, I'm gonna act like a total princess!*

*Ok hime, I shall be patiently expecting you tomorrow, to be as refined and royal as possible. Sweet dreams hime.*

I smiled at his nickname, it's cute. And I will most def be acting and dressing the part tomorrow, he better be prepared!!!

*I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into Damien! I'll be seeing you. Night :P*

And with that I lay back on my bed, even more excited than I was before for tomorrow to come around.