Freak Show (Carnival Series book 1)

Chapter 9

"So, Trevor," my Dad starts. He had been pestering Trevor with questions for the last 10 minutes, and just when we thought he was done, it turns out he wasn't. 

"Why did you always prank my daughter? Did you have an actual reason? Or was it for the fun of it?" Trevor sat in silence, trying to come up with a reasonable answer to the question. 

"I'm not really sure why I did that. Sorry," Trevor explains. My father sat  quietly ini his seat at the dining room table, trying to figure what to do next. Since Trevor and I had to spend 24 hours together, Trevor was staying the night here, at my house. We were all sitting around the dining room table, my little sister in her own little world. My father put a chunk of the pork chop he was eating in his mouth, and chewed slowly, contemplating the scene before him. 

"It doesn't matter anyway," I tell my dad. "He already apologized." My dad looked back down at his plate, his eyebrows raised as if he didn't care that Trevor apologized. I smiled and looked at Trevor, who was mortified. I kicked his foot, doing my best to hold back my laughter. Trevor had barely touched his food, either from answering so many questions he hadn't had the chance to eat or he was too nervous to. 

I pop a piece of broccoli in my mouth to avoid laughing. My mom looked up at me, also amused by the outplay of events. Well then. I stand up, taking my plate and Trevor's to the kitchen. I was done watching my dad and Trevor have an awkward conversation. Trevor walks in slowly, still horriified at what just happened. I let out a small laugh, and keep putting food and dishes away. 

"That was horrible" Trevor says to me, so quietly, I almost didn't hear it. 

"That was hilarious" I say back. Trevor looks at me, puzzled as to how I could enjoy such a situation. I look away and finish washing the dishes. Then I walk out of the kitchen, and up the stairs to my bedroom. Trevor follows, probably not wanting to encounter my father again. I sit down on my bed and cross my legs. Trevor walks in slowly and shuts the door. 

"You were terrible." I say to him.

"You are terrible" he snaps back. I grin and pull my laptop out from underneath my bed. I go on twitter, and tune Trevor out. I tuned him out so well, I forgot he was there. I scroll through, and yet again, I find a tweet about Trevor. I go to his page, and click the follow button. I look up at Trevor who was sitting in my bean bag chair across the room, doing something on his phone. 

"Follow me back," I commanded. I sends me a puzzled look. "On twitter," I add. He nods and looks back at his phone. 

"What's your user?" He asks me. 

"Amaddyl" (Author: if you guys want to follow me, this is my actual twitter :) He looks at his phone again, and i heaar a notification from twitter. Trevor Moran followed you. I smiled to myself, proud that I got a follow and all these other girls were sitting, begging. 

"Let's take a picture," Trevor says to me as he gets up from the chair. I scoot over on the bed for him to sit down. He holds his phone up and as soon as he did, I saw how ratchet I looked. 

"Oh my God, hold on a second!" I take his phone and fix my hair in the camera. Trevor rolls his eyes and snatches it back. "I wasn't do-"

"You're gorgeous, let's just take the picture," He holds the phone back up and takes the picture. We take a few more, because we have to get it right. Finally, we decide on one, and Trevor posts it to all his social media. I go back to my random internet things, and Trevor remains seated next to me. I lean back on the pillow, and Trevor does the same. I go on youtube and as soon as I did that, Trevor freaks out. 

"Oh my God, go to Our2ndLife PLEASE." I roll my eyes and obey. Trevor and five other boys shared a channel. 2 million subscribers?! 

"Wow, Trevor, why are you so popular?" I ask him, in utter awe. He grins and shakes his head. 

"I have absolutely no idea. It was completely by chance." He tells me. I laugh and scroll through the videos. I click on one by... I think his name is Connor Franta. We sat and watched each of the other boys' videos, and finally, I wanted to watch Trevor's video. Trevor stood up, his face red. Jeez, he blushes a lot. I smile at him and click on the video. I sat and watched it, and i actually thought it was funny. I like the video and close my laptop. Trevor was watching me closely, as though I was a foreign object placed before him for speculation. 

"What?" I half laugh, half ask. He says nothing, just continues to watch me. "Trevor, this is kind of creepy" He doesn't say anything, but he does crawl towards me, getting really close to my face. "Trevor, this is kind of too close for comfort." 

"I don't care. You're so beautiful. I wish you wouldn't reject me," he whispers. I could feel my cheeks getting red. I honestly have never experienced this before. "Your laugh, nothing else in the world could make the same amazing sound as that. Please don't blame me for doing this." He leans in and I felt the tingles inside my chest spark as his lips crashed against mine. I shut my eyes and allow the thrill of the kiss take over. He cupped my chin in one hand, deepening the kiss. 

Suddenly, reality kicks into hyper drive, and I pull away. "What are you doing, Trevor?!" I shout at him. He slouches, looking down at his knees. I scoff and run out of the room. This can't happen. Why did I let him kiss me? There are so many things wrong with this situation, I can't even handle  it. I could feel tears streaming down my face, falling off my chin and dropping onto my shirt. 

"Andraya, come back. I'm sorry!" Trevor calls after me, but I don't stop. I run straight out the door and onto the street.