My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 24

Chapter 24:

I opened the front door after waving Trevor goodbye. Tossing my purse on the floor, I leaned my head back on the door.

Tonight seemed so unreal.

I practically went on a date with Trevor and he wanted to hang out again next weekend. Just the two of us.

Oh my gosh.

I'd been on dates before, when I had first entered high school, but sophomore year I'd realized that not all dates go so well, so I'd kind of been boycotting them for the past year.

Plus, a date with Trevor would be different then a date with some stupid freshmen who you just grabbed a pizza with and called it good.

I actually care about Trevor.

It's not like I'd admit it to anyone though. Claire and Amarys would make way to big a deal about it, my mom would flip out and start giving me parent talks, and Anthony, well I wouldn't want to be in the same room as him if he ever found out.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by, "Is he your boyfriend?"

At first I expected it to be my mom, but as I listened to his annoying yet cold voice that immediately flooded me with memories of fighting and heartache, I knew it was him.

I turned my head to my mom who was in the kitchen.

"What is Ethan doing here?" I snapped.

"Bree, please use a nicer tone," she said simply without looking up from the carrots she was chopping. "Come on, he's your little brother."

I scowled at the smug grin on his face.

"He's just in town for a while," she sighed. "I didn't even know he was on his way until this morning."

Rolling my eyes I plopped on the couch. Classic Aunt Jen. Dropping the kid off whenever she feels like it.

I frowned at his staring at me.

I turned away and pretended to sort through the mail. Looking back, he was still staring.

"Cut it out," I said testily.

"Cut what out?"

"The staring."

"I'm not staring."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Um yeah, you are."

"Prove it."

I groaned in frustration. Were we seriously playing the same game we played when we were 6 and 10?

"Would you two please knock it off!" my mom shouted from the counter. "At least try to act civil to one another!"

Me? Be nice to the little demon? It was like she wanted me to make friends with a terrorist.

"So," I said grumpily.

"Sooooo," he groaned.

"So how's California?" I muttered, trying to start a conversation that might not lead to his murder.

"It's whatever."

"Do you like the beach?"

"It's way better than this beach."

"Well there's a plus," I pointed out.

"Everything's a plus. Everything's better there. School, sports, malls, houses, the people. Plus Aunt Jen's cooking is amazing. I've been eating like a king."