Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 16

*Warning:kinda of a long chapter, but it wasn't long enough for me to split into two parts so enjoy!*

Seth let me go!" I screamed.

"No!"

I gagged once more, unable to get another word out.

Seth ignored my pleas and desperate struggles extremely well. With his football strength, he easily was about to continue to pin me to the ground and soak me with water from our front yard hose. And then he would pour dish soap on me and hose me off again. And he did it like I was a rag doll with no spine.

At first, I thought it was funny. Having a protective older brother always made me laugh when he 'punished' me for anything to do with boys. Like when I told him I held hands with a boy, his eyes popped out of his head and he made me wear sanitation gloves for a week.

But that was when I was ten. I knew more than I cared to about what he did when rap music was playing. More than two minutes of this water was unacceptable when he had never even had to get his mouth washed out with soap when he had his first kiss in fourth grade.

After an applause-worthy persistent effort, I was able to free my leg of his knee and bring it upward. And no, not towards me...more towards him. Him and his jewels.

"Son of a mother-loving Brentwood student!" Seth cried out as he crumpled from my blow. He fell to the ground next to me in utter pain.

"Sorry, Taylor," I laughed to myself as I sprang to my feet. "Seth is gonna need more than a week to recover."

I snatched the running hose from the ground and began to mercilessly spray Seth with its frigid water.

"How does that feel? Not good, huh? Maybe I should pour soap on you to wash off that awful body spray you've soaked yourself in," I snickered.

"I hate you," he choked out, and continued to lie in a fetal position on the grass.

Instead of responding, I waved pleasantly at the passing car, whose occupants were video taping our quarrel. He was going to hate me for a while should I get a hold of that video.

"I hope that ends up on the football instagram," I said gleefully.

Seth sputtered out. "No!" He yelled. Suddenly he was on his feet and glaring at me with all of the rest of his dignity. "So help me that video ends up anywhere, I will release the video of you getting tackled by that chicken when we went to Aunt Karen's farm three weeks ago."

My mouth fell open. "I was wearing overalls in that," I mourned loudly.

Seth smirked and crossed his arms across his chest. "Do you yield?"

"No. This is not over. Because I just got unfairly soaked by a hose after being pulled into a pool just because I kissed my best friend!" I growled.

"And Baron," Seth added bitterly.

"I did not kiss Blake," I fired back. "We almost did but then stupid Graham came and interrupted us."

"Now that shit is messed up. You can't be almost kissing Baron and then twenty minutes later be making out with Graham. I may not be the perfect example of a good boyfriend, but I have never cheated on a girl."

"It's not cheating if you were never in a relationship," I defended.

"What the hell do you call kissing?"

I paused. "Testing the waters?" I tried.

Seth rolled his eyes. He walked over to the side of the house and turned off the hose. Like a pretend good child, he rolled it back up and put it in its spot underneath the bushes.