Why me ? -Caspar Lee

Chapter 10

Finally, the last lesson was over.

The bell rang, and everyone stormed out of class. I grabbed some books out of my locker.

"Maybe we can walk together to our houses ?" Caspar said from behind me. That kid knows how to scare me.

"Well, you are lucky because I didn't get a heart attack. Did you never see me going to school ?"

"Uhmmmm... no."

"Because... I come with my bike. My parents are scared to let me walk alone. That's why I have to ride home."

"Oh." Is all he could say. He looked dissapointed. Like all the pizza in the cantine was taken.

"Well uhm... I'll see you tommorow ?"

"See ya."

I ran out of the noisy halls, to my parked bike.

I unlocked it from the tree, and started to trap. It was a 15 minute ride.

...

Lalalalalalalalalalala (A/N It's the smurf song).

Lalalalalalaalalalalalala

"HEY WATCH OUT !" A black Porshe almost killed me.

"DAFUQ DUDE ? IS YOUR GOAL TO KILL GIRLS WITH YOUR CAR ?" I yelled.

Suddenly, a guy around my age stepped out of the car.

It was one of Cassandra's defenders.

Carter

"Wtf bitch ? If you just saw my car coming, there would be no problem." He said. But I saw guilt in his eyes.

"Whatever, I'll continue and I hope I never have to talk to you again." I said with confidence. I grabbed my bike with anger, and I continued.

....

"Mom, dad I'm home !" I said. Mom was cooking dinner and dad was nowhere to be found. While Justin and Trevor were playing with cars. It's funny how a guy from 20 still plays with toys. He took 1 year free, so he needs to search a collage this year.

"Yo Jen." Trevor said.

"sup." I said. I needed to take a picture of him, playing with my younger brothers cars.

"How was your day sweety ?" My mom asked.

"Ugh... Frucked up." I answered.

"Oh no, why ?" She asked me.

While I was answering, I was taking the stairs. And I secretely took a picture of Trevor.

"Well... My chair broke in two at history." I started.

"HAH, FAIL." Trevor yelled.

Well, I have a picture of you playing with toys.

"And a stupid guy almost killed me with his car."

"OH MY GOD ! ARE YOU OKAY ?" My mom was almost getting a heart atrack.

"Yeah yeah." I answered.

"Maybe because she was to fat, her chair broke." Trevor said, joking.

"Huhuhuh look who's trying to be funny. Says the 20 year old guy who PLAYS WITH TOYS !" I said. He now stood at the beginning of the stairs.

"Don't let me come to tickle you." He said.

"Don't. You. Dare." I said.

But he already ran on the stairs. I jumped in my room. I wanted to close the door, but he already placed his foot, to block it.

Shit.

I wanted to lock myself in the bathroom, but he grabbed me by my hips, and threw me on my bed.

"No no no !" I begged.

"Too late for a sorry." He said.

"TICKLE FIGHT !" Justin screamed, while coming in my room.

"No no.. stop it !" I laughed and begged them, but they continued.

*After tickling each other for 10 minutes.

"Ugh I hate you." I said, and I threw my pillow to Trevor.

"Love you to sissy." He said, with a girly voice.

"Just.. get out of my room ! I need to do... girly things."

"Ew ew ew ! I'm going away ! Come little man, let's go and play with cars." And he grabbed Justin by his stomach, and they leaved my room."

"Bye bye." Justin said.

"Au revoir." I answered.

"Croissant you to." Trevor said, which causioned me to laugh. To be fair, Trevor sucked at french.

They finally leaved my room. Boys are sometimes so difficult.

The truth behind the fact that I wanted them to leave my room was...

I wanted to text with Caspar.

I opened my phone and I saw: 3 messages.

Caspar

C: Hey wassap.

C: ....

C: I feel so lonely.

So I texted:

J: I just had a tickle fight with my brothers. Status: I feel fucked up.

I recieved an answer in 3 seconds.

C: So I know that ur ticklish :3.

J: Oh shit... Uhm... No I'm not.

"Jenna !! DINNER IS READY !" My mom yelled.

J: Gotta go. Food is ready.

C: See ya tammaraw.

J: Byeeeee :(