The Know It All.

Part 5

A picture of Brandon's right up there!

After my chat with the teacher, I was pretty much lost in thoughts all day.
I wasn't exactly sure whether I have seen a new side of Aaron today or not.
Did he care, or was he possibly just feeling bad for punching me? I wish I could have a decent chat with him for once.
I was walking down the hallway, getting ready to head home. I was so ready to sleep all day, but I was stopped by a familiar voice calling for me.
I turned around, my eyes meeting with Brandon's. "Riley, hey" he said, examining my face. He was probably checking for any bruises, which surprisingly, I had none.
"Are you okay?", he asked. He seemed worried about me, which I appreciated. I never had a guy friend show so much concern towards me, even though i've known him for such a short time now.
"Yeah, i'm fine" I assured, seeing the same girl from earlier walking next to us with her group of friends.
She gave me the deadliest glare ever, causing me to do the same.
This was ridiculous.
The way we were treating each other. I mean why me? I'm just a simple boy minding his own business. Yes, a boy.
Why would she compete with me to get Aaron? I could never see him that way.
Fuck no.
Her over me any day.
"Earth to Riley" I heard Brandon's voice interrupting my little moment.
"Oh yeah sorry...", this was awkward. What am i supposed to talk about?
"You need a ride home?" he asked. I immediately said yes, glad he offered.
I would've hated to walk home during the rain.
We walked out the school together and to his car, but before we could go in, something seemed to ruin Brandon's bubbly mood.
He kicked the car's door with his foot, cursing under his breath.
"What's wrong?", I asked confusedly.
"Someone popped my tire" he said throughout a long sigh.
I looked down at the tire he was talking about, and he was right. There was no way he could drive that.
Seriously, why would someone do that?
"Whoever did this needs a life" i said. There was only one person who seemed to have a problem with Brandon right now. Aaron.
Brandon only clenched his jaw angrily.
I took my phone out of my pocket, and dialed my dad's number.
"Hey dad, can you pick my friend and I up? Some lowlife popped his tire" I explained to him.
After telling me he'd be here in a few minutes, I closed the line and tucked my phone back in my pocket.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him" Brandon furiously muttered with a maddened expression.
"Hey maybe it wasn't him" i found myself defending him. What the fuck am i even saying? Of coarse it was him.
Brandon scoffed. "Who else would it be?" he asked in an obvious tone.
I looked around for any sign of him and i did in fact find him. Well, not really. He was just driving our way in his blue mustang.
Yes, a mustang. It was a fancy car.
He rolled his window down, acting like a douche as he took his glasses off.
"This should teach you not to mess with me" he said. "And this is only a tiny glimpse of what I'd do if you ever think of outsmarting me again" he spat. His eyes met mine, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed me up and down.
What the hell?
And that was it before he drove away, drifting in the distance.
That look he gave me. It was weird.
It sent chills down my spine and I didn't like it.
I turned to look at Brandon who had his fists clenched angrily.
Thankfully, my dad came at the perfect time.
I've never been more happy to see him. Well that sounded mean, but you guys get it.
He stopped for us and without wasting any time, we both went in.
"Hey guys" he greeted. "I see you've already made a friend Riley" he happily said, embarrassing me. He made it sound like i never had or made any friends before.
"Yeah your son's great" Brandon spoke, which caused me to smile.
"I'm Brandon by the way" he introduced himself, shaking hands with my dad.
"Nice to meet you" my dad said.
He drove Brandon to his house and they had a few conversations during the ride. They got along pretty well which was nice, because my dad's kinda judgmental when it comes to my friends or lovers.
Once we were alone in the car, my dad turned to look at me, furrowing his brows at the sight.
He didn't properly look at me since I went in the car because I sat in the back.
"Why's your nose all bruised up?" he asked worriedly. Shit. It was definitely bruising now and at the worst time.
I didn't know how to get out of this one.
"A ball" i answered immediately, without even thinking. My mouth worked faster than my brain.
"The basketball went through my face during gym class" I lied. I had to.
"God son, you have to be careful" he sighed. "I didn't pass on such good genes for them to get ruined" he clicked his tongue.
I chuckled. My dad was such a goof.
"Nah i'm joking" he shook his head. "But seriously, pay for attention" he looked at me through the mirror.
I nodded my head. If only you knew the truth dad.
A few hours later, I found myself sitting on my bed with books scattered everywhere.
It's only my fourth day at that school and my life has officially twisted upside down.
I've already had homework too, in case that wasn't clear enough.
I groaned, tossing my papers away and going on my phone instead. I was scrolling through my instagram feed, until I received a phone call from my mom.
We're in the same house and here she is calling me.
Shaking my head, i answered the call "yes mom? We're in the same house. You had to call to talk to me?"
"Too lazy to come up" she simply said and in a low voice, confusing me.
"Come downstairs. We have guests" she added. That explains her unintelligible words.
We literally knew nobody here yet, who could that be?
"Who?" I asked.
"New neighbors. They're here to congratulate us on the new house" she exclaimed.
Really? Sighing, i left my bed and threw away the crumbled bags of chips in the trash.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, fixing up my messy hair.
I could already hear the loud chatter downstairs from up here.
I left my cozy room which I was already missing, and dashed down the stairs.
I was kinda excited to meet the neighbors, until I saw him.
I stopped in my tracks, pretty sure my mouth was wide open.
Aaron. Yes, Aaron.
He was popping a piece of gum in his mouth, not bothering to associate with anyone in the room.
Please don't tell me he's my neighbor. Tell me he's a kid they found on the street. Please, please, please.
"Oh Riley!" my mom chirped my name cheerily, motioning with her hands for me to go join them.
"What a handsome boy you are" the unfamiliar lady, which I guessed was Aaron's mom exclaimed with sparkling eyes.
A warm smile planted it's way on my lips. "Thanks" i responded.
At least she was much nicer than her son, who by now, stopped popping the annoying gum he was previously chewing on.
He seemed surprised to see me, but it didn't take long for him to avert his gaze.
My mom was giving me that look, telling me to introduce myself.
Ugh mom, if only you knew.
"Hi i'm Riley" I said, pretending like I had no idea who he was.
He seemed impressed by that. I swear i saw him smirking there for a second.
What's up with that? It's so irritating.
"Aaron" he simply said with that cocky fake smile of his.
He was also eyeing me up and down, which got me feeling highly uncomfortable.
His gaze was piercing through mine.
Ignoring that, I sat down across from him but looked down at my feet.
I had never in my life, stared at my feet for that long.
Our parents were deep in conversation, which got me thinking that maybe he was as well.
That wasn't the case though.
I looked up at him one god damn time, I don't know for what reason, but I regretted it.
Our eyes met almost immediately, and he was not breaking the intense eye contact.
What does he want from me?
I gulped.
I turned to look at my mom, waiting for her to finish speaking.
"I have a lot of homework to do, can I go finish?" I asked her with pleading eyes.
That always worked on her.
And as i thought, she gave me a little nod which was my cue to leave.
Thank god.
I introduced myself already and it's not like I was talking to anyone, so why stay?
One more second in that room with him and i'd die.
I didn't look at him, not even for one second. I just got up and excused myself, going up to my room in a heartbeat.
I needed some time to think.
He hates me, I hate him. So why was he looking at me that way? It wasn't a look of hatred.
I groaned and fell back on my bed. My thoughts were interrupted with a little knock on the door.
"Mom, i'm not going back downstairs" I complained aloud, knowing it's her.
She usually does that. She lets me go when people are watching, but comes back and drags me downstairs once we're alone.
The door opened, and to my shock, it was not my mom.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Why? Why? Why? I wanted to get away from you.
"Why?" I heard that deep voice asking. His deep voice.
Okay, for a guy, he had a really nice voice and accent. One that a girl would die for.
Like a hispanic accent or something, although I knew it wasn't hispanic. I noticed his parents did as well.
That's not what's important though. What's important is that he followed me here and came in with no permission.
"What do you want?" I asked with a following eye roll.
"Who even gave you the permission to come in?" I asked as a matter of factly, annoyed by that.
"I don't need permission" he answered with that egoistic look on his face.
Trash bag.
Yes you fucking need permission, who are you the queen of England?
"Your mom told me to follow you, I couldn't say no" he explained.
God damn it, mom.
"Yeah you could've" I said, rolling my eyes annoyingly.
"You know you're lucky I'm letting you talk to me this way" he added. I wanted to understand just why he loved himself so much and acted as if he was something big.
"What are you gonna do?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.
I was sick of him and his behavior.
"Oh you don't wanna know" he stretched his arm out, his veins almost popping out of his skin.
And I was supposed to be scared by that?
You can just tell he spends hours at the gym, is that what he was trying to show me?
"I'm not scared of you" i got off my bed, facing him with my whole body.
Okay Riley shut up, he can eat you.
He scoffed, and brought his face closer to my level and his eyes, oh my Jesus.
They were on the wrong person's face I swear.
"You're lucky you're pretty" he said, placing his thumb on my bottom lip.
What's happening? Why was he touching me like this? And pretty, who does he think I am?
Is he...could he be...gay?
No, no.
A guy like him obviously only likes vagina, that i'm sure of.
But the weird thing is, I wasn't trying to get away or stop him. His touch was captivating, and it was dangerous. Everything about him screamed danger.
No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't look away.I wanted to, but something in me wasn't letting me.
He laughed in my face, before pulling his arm away.
"You're pathetic" he spat.
What the hell?
He was calling me pretty just a second ago, touching me like i'm some hopeless person dying for him.
"I knew you were gay" he shook his head, a narcissistic smirk playing on his lips.
"I'm not-" i was about to prove him wrong and tell him that I wasn't gay, but he stopped me.
He placed his hand on my mouth, blocking me from speaking or saying anything.
"Don't even bother" he said, leaving my room seconds after without looking back once.
Not saying one more word, just leaving me confused as fuck.
Did he really just come in here to do that?