I walked into my house, expecting Jeremy to be spazzing out in the kitchen or hallway or something. Instead, I heard banging around coming from the basement. I groaned, but walked around the house to the door to the basement and bounded down the steps.
"Jeremy!" I called. "Jeremy, what are you doing?"
I turned the corner to the media room and saw him trying to crawl out of the tiny window. He had his head mostly through but it was turned back to face me.
"What the hell, Jeremy?" I questioned.
"I thought you were that Michael kid coming back." he said, sliding back into the basement.
"Michael?" I repeated, raising my eyebrows. Of course Michael had to go mess with my brother. "What was Michael over here for?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, his eyes still wide from whatever happened. "He walked into the house like he owned the place and leaned against the kitchen counter. Didn't even say anything to me. He just folded his arms and watched me."
I waited for him to continue, but he stopped talking and looked rapidly around the room. I sighed loudly and held my arms out, "So? What happened after that?"
"Well, I asked what he was doing here. He said he wanted to know if anything happened at school. I thought maybe he was trying to say something happened to you, so I tried to call you, but my phone was thrown across the room!"
Ghosts could move things? Unless Michael had went invisible and tossed it. I made a mental note to question someone about ghosts' capabilities. But first, I'd have to have a talk with Michael about messing with my brother without consulting me first. I didn't need Jeremy up my ass about why Michael's so weird.
"Wait," I said, realizing something, "so, he walked into the house and just questioned you and threw your phone across the room and you didn't say anything about it?"
"Bridgette, I'm not done!" Jeremy yelled. "After my phone went flying, he told me that it wasn't smart for me to tell anyone he was here. When I told him to go fuck himself, the lights started flickering, so then I told him that something weird happened where I sort of went into the hall at lunch without realizing I was doing it. I was sitting at the table and then next thing I know, it's like I sleepwalked into the hall during lunch. When I was done talking, he told me to never tell anyone what happened, to have a nice day, and left."
My mouth pulled down at the corners, "Michael didn't say anything about you..."
"Hey Bitchette," Jeremy used his little nickname for me, waving his hand in my face, "that's not the point here! What the fuck is up with your friend?"
I didn't know what to say, so I shrugged and turned on my heels to go back upstairs, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."
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"I got a call from the school," my mom began just as I walked into the living room. She didn't even look at me. She just kept staring at the TV which was showing Real Housewives at the moment. "You've missed all of your classes after lunch seven times now," she finally peeled her eyes away from some blonde lady with way too much plastic in her cheeks tossing her drink on a short brunette with so much eyeliner that she could pass for a raccoon. "What's going on with you, Bridgette? You never acted like this at your old school. Is it the move?"
"No, mom," I sighed. "Trust me, I really like the people here and I'm getting along great with people in school. It's just...hard, I guess. Some of the material is more advanced than what I had before. My friend's been tutoring me."
"That boy with the sunglasses?" she guessed.
"No, it's a boy in my forensics class. His name is Calum."
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FanfictionAshton had all the answers to every question Bridgette had, but he had to stay silent for her own good. First in the Westfield Drive series COMPLETED ✓ (Trailer cred to: calumsclique) copyright © 2014 kwrites