Why Me?

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: If Anyone Is Being A Douchebag, It's You

After The 4th Quarter, Sawyer and I watched some of the first season of Criminal Minds. After the third episode, Sawyer was getting bored.

"My stomach is making whale mating calls," Sawyer said, laughing.

"Same," I reply, a smile spreading on my face.

"Maybe our stomachs will reproduce," Sawyer teases, smirking.

"You did not just say that," I groan, as I get up from the couch and head towards the kitchen.

Sawyer follows me to the kitchen.

"Wanna make chocolate chip cookies?" I ask, looking in the fridge and not finding anything that sounds good.

"That sounds wonderful," Sawyer says, sitting on the counter.

"Alrighty. Cookies it is!" I say, as I get milk, eggs, and butter out of the fridge. I then opened the cabinets and got out sugar, brown sugar, vanilla, chocolate chips, and flour. Next I pulled out a bowl and whisk.

Sawyer and I make small talk as I put all of the ingredients in the bowl. I whisk the ingredients together.

I turn around to grab a cookie pan, when Sawyer stops me.

"Hey, Riley.." He says.

"Yes?" I ask, turning around.

"Gotcha!" Sawyer sings as he puts cookie dough on my nose.

"Sawyer!" I screech, startled.

Sawyer clutches his stomach in laughter.

"You...should've... seen... your face!" He gets out between laughing and taking breaths.

"I hate you!" I squeal as I wipe cookie dough on his face.

"Oh, now you're gonna get it!" Sawyer says, jumping off of the counter and coming at me with cookie dough.

I let out a scream as I take off running around the bar that's on the right side of our kitchen. A few feet behind the bar is a door that leads to an open area, where the stairs are. Sawyer chases me, so I go around the counter and head towards the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Although I'm not the fastest person in the world, I am somewhat athletic. I play softball in the spring, and workout on when it's off-season.

But, given the fact Sawyer isn't so out-of-shape himself, he catches up to me.

"Gotcha!" Sawyer says, as he grabs my waist from behind with one arm. The bowl of cookie dough is in the other.

"No! No no no!" I squeal, knowing what's next. I would attack Sawyer before he gets me, but he was somehow able to get his hand around my wrists.

Before Sawyer can wipe cookie dough on me, I collapse.

"Riley?!" Sawyer says, throwing the cookie dough on the ground and using his other arm to support me.

"Riley?!" He calls, slowly setting me to the ground, next to the cookie dough.

"Sawyer..?" I say, pretending to come to.

"Oh, Riley. You scared me," he says, relief washing over him.

"Hey, Sawyer?" I ask, my evil plan falling into place.

"Yeah?" He asks, confused.

"Payback sucks," I say, while I get cookie dough from the bowl and wipe it on Sawyer's face in one, swift movement.