Cheek to Cheek

Chapter 11

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What an infuriating jerk. I hadn’t wanted a battle, and now I was stuck in a war. Boys against girls in the ultimate battle of butt-smacking, face-slapping, groin-kicking fun. Oh joy.

On Jake’s little “team” so far was Jake and John, or all that I knew of. On my team was Melissa, Tabby, and Maria. I wouldn’t even call it teams. I’d call it people who were just willing to participate to defend their genders.

To Jake, as usual, it was just a game. Like always. He didn’t expect any harm to come from this. I did, of course. I’m a spaz, for crying out loud. Yet, I just wished he would take this more seriously. He had no idea how this was affecting me.

However, I couldn’t expect any more of Jake Marks. He was selfish; he only did what was best for him.

I went home with Tabby again, who had promised she’d be okay with whatever Louie said if he was over. I just couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that she was coming to be with Louie, to try and earn a second chance. I didn’t want her to get hurt, but I felt it would go nowhere.

As we entered the house smiling and giggling about the day’s events, sure enough, I noticed Louie in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator. Jerry was on the couch sipping orange juice in a small glass. As we slammed the door, they turned to face us.

Jerry smiled and waved. “Hey, Kat. Hey, Tabby,” he said. He gave us a heart-warming smile. Tabby smiled back. Louie merely waved, barely acknowledging our presence, and continued to raid the fridge in an indecent manner. I glanced over at Tabby; she didn’t appear to care. She walked straight past Louie with her head held high.

“I’ll be waiting in your room,” she called out behind her. I dropped my bag on one of the chairs by the bar in the kitchen.

“Alright, be right there,” I replied. Louie stepped away from the fridge to let me through, eyeing me cautiously.

“Hey, Kat,” he gently said. I pretended to ignore him as I pushed aside a bowl of leftover soup to find a couple of sandwiches.

“What’s up?” he asked. I closed the fridge and shrugged. I was hungry and upset, definitely not the moods I was in for a casual conversation. However, Louie followed me to the table and leaned in toward me as I sat down.

“I heard about your little ass-slapping contest,” he continued. I hesitated at first, but grabbed my sandwich after a couple of moments. Louie’s face neared mine.

“I wanna play,” he whispered. I spit out the bite I had just taken, choking in surprise. He couldn’t be serious, right? Were all guys this inconsiderate of a girl’s feelings? And how did they find this stuff out anyways?

“Oh, I heard about that,” Jerry chirped up, rising from the couch, “What have you gotten yourself into, little sis?”

“Nothing. It’s none of your guys’ business anyways,” I replied, wiping the ends of my mouth with my sleeve. Louie scoffed.

“Whoa, calm yourself,” Jerry said. He grabbed the sandwich from my plate and took a bite into it. “I was just curious.”

“Yeah,” Louie agreed, “Besides, it sounds like fun. Something I might wanna join if it means I get an excuse to touch your ass.”

“No, thanks,” I replied, standing, “One pervert is enough for me to deal with, thank you.”

“Oh, so there is something going on between you two?” Louie asked. I shook my head, avoiding eye contact.

“As if. Not my type,” I replied. He leaned in closer, his breath on my face. I gazed at his chest, still refusing to look him in the eyes.

“What is your type?” he asked in a breathy voice. I closed my eyes.

“Not your type either,” I said.

“How do you know what my type is?”

I looked up at him into his twinkling eyes. “Annoying jerk type is pretty easy to spot,” I replied with a smile. Jerry placed a hand on Louie and pulled him away.

“Dude, leave my sister alone,” he said, his voice clearly dripping with annoyance. Louie shook his head, still staring at me.

“Whatever. Jake already got Andre into the match too,” he said. Great. The last thing I needed was more people participating. I grabbed the sandwich back from Jerry, already half-eaten. I took a large bite.

“So? Why would I care?” I said, my voice muffled by the food. I began to walk towards the hall into the direction of the room.

“Hey, didn’t Jack join too?” Jerry asked. I stopped in my tracks.

“Jack?” I asked, “Jack who?”

“Uh... Shubbington, I think,” Louie replied. My shoulders tensed. Jack was in the game now... Jack would be smacking my butt... Jack would be touching my butt! I smiled to myself. This could play to my advantage.

“You know him, right?” Louie asked curiously. I shrugged and walked away.

“Yeah,” I said, “I know him.” Once out of view, I ran to my room, nearly dropping the sandwich on the way. I opened the door quickly, startling Tabby who was doodling in her notebook.

“Jesus, Kat! You scared me!” she said. I jumped on the bed, grabbing her hand.

“Tabby,” I said, “we’re gonna need more players.”