Now Or Never

Chapter Twenty - Six

Chapter Twenty - Six:

It's okay. You can do this. You're a super tough, socially-excelling, independant sixteen year old. You do NOT need to be afraid of silly conversations. Capiche? Capiche.

I made a stern face in the mirror, smoothing my hair. I looked down at my outfit, and I had never felt more thankful towards Aiden for letting me steal his Guns'N'Roses T-shirt.

If I hadn't worn that to bed, I would've worn one of my super-tight tanktops. Probably my black one. And that would've displayed my granny-panties to the entire world.

Throwing the shorts back into my bag, I pulled out a pair of traditional red and black plaid pajama pants. I was feeling vulnerable after a revealing episode like that.

I thumped down the stairs, making sure eeveryone knew I was coming. I did NOT want to overhear any unwarranted conversations. I loudly stomped in to the kitchen.

"Can you keep it down? We're trying to have some peace here." Kevin's brother, James, snapped.

"Someone's in a bad mood." I muttered.

"Yeah, well, you would be, too. If you came to visit your brother during Christmas break and you're REALLY fucking tired, so you calmly stroll in to the guest room where you usually stay, and you see your half-brother lying in bed with a semi-nide girl. And you're all like 'Woah. Kevin's FINALLY getting some.' but then that chick wakes up and screams fucking murder. All of a sudden, you're not exactly tired. ANd you're not exactly in a fucking GOOD MOOD!" He ranted, yelling out the last part.

I stared at him for a moment, shrugging my shoulders at him. "As I said before, someone's in a bad mood."

He glared at me. I put on my coldest glare, taking a step closer to him and clenching my fists.

"Woah! WHAT is going on OVA here?" Kevin uttered in an overly-fake accent. He was clearly trying to ease away the tension by supposedly making us laugh. I rolled my eyes, and 'accidentally' bumped James' shoulder.

His scrawny frame tilted to the side and his face fell in to surprised expression.He was clearly taken aback by the sheer force of my strength.

That's right, kiddo. I'm the fucking bomb. I'm the chick that did Insanity for two frigging years.

Is it me or am I feeling extra cocky today?

When I had shoulder-bumped James, I had grabbed hold of Kevin's non-existing shirt collar. Basically, I stuck my nails in the skin underneath his collar-bone, pinched it, and dragged him away while he squealed in pain.

I dragged him in to the living room, and then let him go. When I glanced at him, his glasses were lopsided, and his eyes were scrunched shut. I felt a little bad when I saw he had bright red imprints of my nails right under his collarbone.

Hey, at least I didn't pinch his moobs. Because that...would just be AWKWARD. And weird. Ew.

"A five foot girl," James paused, laughing, "just dragged a six foot man away by his fucking collarbone!"

"I'm 5'1" I yelled back at him. When I turned back around, Kevin was staring right in to my eyes, and standing wayyy to close for my liking.

I took a step back. "So why am I standing here?" he asked me calmly.

I glared at him, grabbing his shoulders roughly and pushing him up against the wall.

"How did you get in my bed last night?!" I spat, inching a little back when our noses brushed.

"That's all?" he asked me, looking amused.

"Answer me, you motherfucking pervert!" I growled, digging my nails into his sinewy skin.

"Woah, calm down!" he panicked. "There was a thunderstorm and I got scared and I usually go sleep in the guest room when there's a storm because it has an active soundproof system and I just forgot that you night mind if I slept with you? I mean, on the same bed and I'm really sorry." He apologized, taking in a deep breath.

If you saw a teenage guy, looking adorably disheveled and apologizing his ass off, you would forgive him, right? Wrong.

"And you just forgot that I could possibly mind, because I'm our school whore, aren't I? The drug addicted, alcoholic, loserish girl who sleeps with teachers to get straight A's. Right?!" I freaked, my voice cracking hysterically.

Honestly, I don't even care about the pathetic rumor mill of our pathetic school, but it just stings when a random guy thinks it's okay to get in bed with you while you're asleep.

"No, no. I don't think that! I think you're really nice, and innocent and simply misunderstood. I wo---"

"Whatever. Just forget it." I sighed, feeling tired and bored.

I turned around and collapsed on the sofa next to Hah-mez, who was watching The Fosters.

"Yo, Kevin!" I hollered. He impatiently waited for me to reply. "We're still going to the mall, loser." I joked.

And he just stared, surprised by my sudden change if attitude.

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