When We Met

four

|Martin|

"The cereal box is empty! Who is the fucking culprit, Lan?" Deb's voice booms in the hallway.

I groan and thrust the pillow over my face. Why does my sister enjoy tormenting me when I'm taking a highly desired nap?!

She's wilder than Jace, and that is saying something. Mind you, if he decides to ruin your sleep, no one can beat him.

"Dylan Martin, haul your lazy ass out of that pathetic excuse of a bed right now!" I hear the tap-tap of her stilettoes and wonder what time it is..

My bedroom door bursts open and soon, my pillow is snatched from me.

"Hey!" I protest, squinting my eyes when Deb turns on the light.

"Jesus, wear your clothes, Dylan." She gags, throwing back the pillow.

"What time is it?" I ask, leaning over the bedside table to grab my shirt.

"Ten minutes to seven. Don't you have a bar to tend?" She narrows her eyes at me.

"Fuck." I mutter and get up from my sleeping position. Maybe, just maybe, I'm a little too late for my shift. Fifty minutes, to be exact.

"You emptied my cereal box. How should I cost you for this felony?" She places her hands on either side of her hips and scowls at me.

"I hate cereal, Deborah."

"Then who do you think is behind this? Your pet rat?!"

"I don't have a pet rat."

"I don't care! I want my cereal!"

"Jesus, Deb. You're whining like a toddler. The shop is five minutes away. I'll grab ten boxes for you, alright? Now shut the fuck up and let me get ready."

She shows me the finger and haulers out of the room. I give out a frustrated sigh and head for the bathroom.

Seriously, though? Who whines over a stupid cereal box?!

Surely not a twenty four year old lady, right?

I pull out a black shirt and ripped jeans and pair it with my favorite rider jacket. The combination makes me look like a badass, someone I'd like to be for tonight.

I dab the cologne that makes all the girls swoon and fall at my feet, and also chokes Deb up pretty bad. A cool revenge.

I do nothing with my hair, partly because I don't even own a comb. Why should I purchase one if I don't need it, right?

I lock the windows of my bedroom and grab my phone, checking for any notifications​.

None.

Some time ago, it used to burst with message alerts and follow requests.

I push the thoughts into the back of my head and focus on how I will have to deal with a fuming Daniel.

Deb scrunches up her nose as I enter the hallway and pretends to puke.

"What is that pig smell?!" She exclaims, slapping her hands over the table to look for the room freshener.

"Seriously, Deborah? It's my cologne. And I put your favorite one tonight. Are you happy?" I waggle my eyebrows at her and she kicks at my shins. "Right. You probably can't reach much above my shins."

"I get it why girls prefer to stay away from you. You always stink like a fucking pig."

"No, sweetheart. Girls would probably​ die for my attention."