Riley's P.O.V
I clenched my fists in anger. He was such a messed up person. Well, literally, I was the one messed up at the moment. My face, my hair, hell even my sweatshirt was covered in flour. I tried taking deep breaths, but that guy was in deep trouble. Big time.
I narrowed my eyes at him. He was trying very hard to suppress a laugh. I moved a step towards him, and his smile turned into a smirk. He leant against the island table, waiting for my next move. What was my next move?
As I dusted my hair, I scanned the kitchen carefully. I needed ketchup, or mustard sauce. Anything I could spoil his perfect, evil face with. Scratch the word perfect. I mean, I allow him to enter my house, allow my mother to show him my freaking childhood pictures and this is how he repays me?!
Maybe I could drag him to the swimming pool and drown him. Or choke him with my skipping rope. Or slash his neck with a-
"Are you done thinking about me, babe?" He asked cockily, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Thinking about the different ways to murder you? No, not yet." I glared at him, and if looks could kill, Satan would be beckoning to him right now.
"Aw, you know you love me, Carrots."
"I think you should refrain from calling me Carrots." I spat out, completely ignoring the Zootopia reference.
"Carrots." He spoke up. This guy was testing my limits. Just as I was about to bang his face against the gas stove, a deep voice interrupted our conversation.
"What are you doing here?", I looked back to see my brother staring at Andrew. He had this cold gaze in his eyes, and his fists were clenched in anger.
"Project." Andrew replied stiffly. Wait, what was going on?
"Get out of my house." The next words by Dave surprised me. He was never that rude to anyone.
"Me and Riley are working on a project." Andrew wasn't slightly affected by my brother's cold words.
"He is?" My brother looked at me, and I nodded my head. He again fixed his hard gaze towards Andrew. "Well then I suggest you get out as soon as you guys complete your project." He spat out the words. I could literally slice through the tension at the moment.
Andrew slightly nodded, a blank expression plastered on his face. There was something definitely wrong, the way my brother narrowed his eyes at him as if he had done something and it seemed like-
"Riley?" My brother shook me out of my trance. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Can we talk later? We haven't even started the project." I asked him and he sighed, but eventually nodded.
He retreated up the stairs, and I huffed as I heard the faint bang of his door closing.
"Now what was that all about?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. He still had that stone cold expression on his face, but when he looked at me, his expression softened and he just shrugged.
"Let's just start on with the project." He said, and then smirked.
Something was cooking up in that goddamn mind of his.
"But at my place."
~*~
"I am cycling." I said, as I looked at his motorbike. "Definitely cycling. It reduces calories and strengthens your muscles."
"Why? Are you scared carrots?" He smirked at me.
"No. I just love cycling."
"Cycling can wait. It's not everyday you get to ride on a bike. My bike." I huffed in annoyance. Every single girl who had had coitus with him had rode his bike with him. Not that it was a great feat. It was a bike anyway.
"Seriously. I'll take my cycle. And I don't want to sit on that filthy seat. God knows what you must have done leaning against this bike or on it."
"Don't worry. This bike is squeaky clean. Plus my house is not that far away. "
But I wasn't listening to him. I was busy taking my cycle out from the garage. I heard footsteps from behind me. Andrew came in and took my brother's cycle.
"You can ride your bike, you know." I told him.
"You don't know where I live. And I am pretty sure you don't ride fast enough to match the speed of my bike." He said casually. Boy, was he correct.
"Oh y-yeah. I forgot."
"That's okay, nerds are mental chicks anyway."
"No. They are the school of high school. You guys are high. On drugs." That pretty much made sense to me but he looked at me weirdly before hopping on his bicycle.
"Whatever you say."
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