My Childhood Friend

Tutoring?

        

        The clattering of the keys makes my Brother and Liam look up at me. I probably look like a fish with my mouth open and my eyes slightly bulged out of their sockets. I'm very confused on why he was in my house and so close to my brother. My slightly overprotective side comes out of it's cage and i walk towards Liam . Making sure I'm not too close to him i raise an eyebrow to try to give him the feeling on why he was here. Jake knowing all the shit Liam has done to me, puts his hand on my arm and before i know it is taking me out of the kitchen.  I guess i was still staring in Liams direction because the little smirk on his face grew larger and my brother had brought his fingers to my face and started snapping them.

"Do you care to explain as to why HE'S here?" I yell in a whisper to Jake. I am going to lose my mind one of these days and he's all to blame. 

        "Mom thinks that i should have a tutor so i can "rekindle the brain cells", whatever that means. So he's here and I'm confused why he is? You did tell Mom what happened between you to right?" he questions me.

        Here's where i get caught and the roles of older sister and younger brother are switched. He takes the long silence as a knows and silently scolds me on how it would've helped things be easier if I would've told our mom. He also doesn't get how i told him instead of my Mom. Completely leaves him dazed on how I was more open with someone who wouldn't really be as interested as Mom would. And I guess that's why I told him. It's not like he's going to ask for the daily news between me and Liam. I look over to the entrance of the kitchen and see Liam searching through the refrigerator. He's been here for maybe twenty minutes and has already been making himself at home?

        "Jake, I think you should take care if him before he gets to my marshmallows. We both know what exactly will happen if his mouth gets anywhere near them. I'll be upstairs drowning Ashley"

         I finish the conversation there as i look at Liam and roll my eyes. He's unbelievable. I make my way up the and just kind of try to mentally prepare my brain on how I'm supposed to explain what happened to Ashley. It may seem like an easy task but, when you've had three years of hatred towards a person surfaced from the deepest corners of your soul, everything is harder than it should be.

        

       I open the door to my room and let out a long sigh. I honestly don't understand why my moms thinks my brother would need a tutor. Classes have only started a week ago, and what they're learning is what she's paying Liam to do. Oh god, I really hope she doesn't pay him. That's money wasted and that ticks me off. He thinks he can come in my house, be buddies with my brother, and then take my mothers money? One of these days I am actually going to kill him. 

        Ashleys laying on my bed on her phone again. And it's no surprise that she changed into some of the clothes she's left here. Another loud sigh comes out of my mouth and she looks at me and raises an eyebrow. As I walk into my closet I start telling her the short story on how Liam could be stalking me. Once I'm done changing and telling my mini story, Ashleys not in my bed anymore. She's nowhere in my room and I jog out of my room to find her reaching her way to the stairs.

"ASHLEYYYYYYYY," I whisper to her, "come here!!" I signal her over to come back to my room. She is pretty determined to go downstairs.

"Let me get a good swing at him and then I'll come straight back up here," She gives me a big smile.

       

        I give her a pleading look and she lets out an aggravated sigh but makes her way back to my room. I follow after her and figure that i should plan what I'm wearing for the party. I start looking through my closet and call in Ashley. Might as well have her pick out what i should wear. If it were up to me I would've gone in a t-shirt and jeans. And that's how the rest of the afternoon was spent, Ashley picking out things, me not liking them and waiting for the front door to open then close telling me that he was gone