Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 11

Scared if not angry. One or the other, but never both.

"Krone?"

He didn't turn to look at me. Only nodded.

I swallowed. He's not in a good mood today.

"You can't be here tomorrow..."

He stops. Shit. He stares at me. I flinch. "I swear I'm not kicking you out! Honest!" I said all in one breathe. "It's just tomorrow there's gonna be a party and you won't like it, because there's gonna be a lot of people, and loud music, and loud people, and I don't want you to get mad!" or kill anyone!

He tilted his head. Why does he always do that when I get frantic?

"A party! It's just like I said, loud, lots of people, and really annoying to say the least..."

"Then why do you have it?"

He started to working again.

"Josh, he's an idiot..."

"So you keep saying..."

"...right. And, well, his friend Roger, he found out that our parents weren't home, and so he suggested a party, cuz, usually mom and dad would never allow it, but since they're not here..."

That's right, Krone, keep working...

"anyway, Josh says he tried to stop the party from happening but now, Vivian Hale knows and she's like a goddess or something, and that means everyone else at school knows, so now there has to be a party..."

I took a deep breath

"And, well, trust me when I say you absolutely wouldn't want to be here when it happens...I mean, you might get a horrible headache or something, so why not save yourself the trouble...?"

He wasn't listening to me.

"Krone...?"

Nothing.

I sigh.

"I need to fix my ship..."

"I know! Really, I do!" I got on my knees "But you really can't be here tomorrow! Krone! I'm begging you! It'll just be for a day! Please! Not tomorrow! Please, Krone, please?"

I put my best puppy dog face.

Nothing.

Nope. Nothing. Nada. zilch.

Oh, c'mon I'm giving it my all here!

....

...

"begging makes you look weak..."

I groaned in frustration and got up.

"Fine!" I crossed my arms and glared at him, "Your in my house and I'm ordering you to leave tomorrow!"

He growled.

I ran.

Maybe this wasn't the best time to talk to him...

000

I was lying belly first in my bed drawing in my art pad, Thousand Foot Krutch 's latest song was playing on my radio, the music drifted nicely around my room. A pretty peaceful and relaxing moment. And then I heard a knock.

"Yo, dimweed..."

I knew it was Josh, put I looked up anyway, common courtesy. "Yes, Josh, what is it?"

"D'ya fix our Predator problem for Friday?"

I grimace. Oh yeah...

"Well...?"

"Like hell I'm going back there again..."

"Aw, c'mon don't be such a puss..."

"Well if you think it's so easy, why don't you do it?"

"Think I'll pass.."

"Yeah, I thought so..."

I went back to my drawing.

"So, scared of him, are ya?"

My head snaps up, he's smirking. That little...

"No..."

"Right..."

"I'm not!"

He nods, and then he smiles maliciously, "I guess your right," he says smugly, "that's why you're still drawing him, huh, freakzoid?"

I look down at my pad. I've been drawing a Yautja, no, scratch that, it's Krone. Shit!

He starts laughing and walks away.

"JOSH!"

More laughing...

000

I'm not sacred of him. I'm not scared of him. I am not scared of him...

I'm in front of the garage door, trying to make those five to six words sound convincing.

Not scared. Not scared. Not scared. Not-

The door opens and he's standing right in front of me.

I high tale it outa there...

Yep, not scared at all...

000

I'm on my computer, with a textbook open at the side and a notebook scribbled with notes, Theory of a Deadman is playing from my speakers as I try to my homework.

"I locked you out

left you naked in the front yard

burned all of your clothes

having nothing can be really hard

Now I'm on the run

I'd do it all again...

so catch me if you can! Cuz..."

"Hey Madonna, dinners ready!"

I rolled my eyes, "What are we having?"

"Leftovers..."

"Ew..." what we had yesterday was less than edible...

"It actually looks better than yesterday," he said frankly, "it moves a little though, you might want to stab it some in order to kill it..."

It's times like these I wished we could have some of the meat in the freezer for ourselves, instead of saving it for a mean ungrateful Predator that most likely will never apologize for scaring me. Jerk.

"Tomorrow's Friday..."

"Wow, Josh, you know what tomorrow's gonna be! I'm so proud!"

"Whatever," he scoffed "is he gone or what?"

No. "Yeah..."

"Chicken out again?"

"Off in the general direction in which I wish you to piss, Josh..."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Piss off..."

"Fine," he said and started to walk away, "Just don't blame me if anyone gets killed, it's their blood on your hands not mine!"

"If you'd have grown some man-balls, there wouldn't be a party in the first place!"

"You're questioning my manhood?"

"You sound just like a Yautja, you faggot!"

"Dipshit!"

"Mr. Peer Pressure man-slut!"

"Ms. Never had a friend emo!"

"Bitch!"

When I got to the kitchen I found my plate had more slug than Josh's plate.

And it indeed moved.