Living With Boys

Miss Moved On

Chapter 4: Missed Moved On

I watch as he pick up another chip and throws it in my hair. That's the fifth time and it was funny at first but now I'm getting upset. I ignore it and look back at my book and another chips lands on my book.

"Tank stop, or you're going to fail and you won't be able to play on the team. I don't think the scouts want to check out your bench riding skills." I joke. I didn't know what I was getting myself into by tutoring Tank.

"I'm bored this crap sucks." I'm sure he's the only senior taking AP Trigonometry. After the blow out I had with Devon I went to the game. They won and after that Tank and I got food and ever since we've been hanging out.

"It's AP Trig it's not supposed to be fun. " I throw the chips that's in my hair at him.

"If I do this next problem right say you'll be my girlfriend." He says eating some chips. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet. I really do like Tank a lot but until two weeks ago I was certain that I was going to be with Devon.

You may miss out on a good relationship because of Devon who made it clear that he doesn't want to be with you.

"Okay but I get to pick the question." I flip through the exam study packet and find the hardest one, page 341 number 36. I tell him the page number and wait for him to solve it. After three minutes of waiting I decide I gave him to hard of a question. Another two minutes past and he's finally finished.

"I got x=y-32 squared." I flip to the end of the book and find the answer. I knew he could get it right.

"Wow you actually got it right." I exclaim.

"Are you trying to call me stupid Tyler." He smiles deviously at me before his fingers attacked me. As he tickles me I yell and laugh like there is no tomorrow.

"Stop! Please I can't take it anymore." Tears come out of my eyes an insane amount of giggles erupt from my gut. The next thing I hear is the door slamming. Tank finally lets up and we both look up at the person who came into the house. Well in this case people, Devon and Isaac.

"Tank? What are you doing here touching my sister?" Isaac spits with a lace of anger.

"Tyler was just helping me study that's all." He says putting his hands up. "You're right he is protective of you, like a bulldog." He whispers to me. I chuckle at his comment but stop when Isaac eyes me seriously. I look at Devon who's fist are clenched. Devon doesn't even need to be here he's not my brother he shouldn't even care.

"We can talk about this once Devon leaves." I say to Isaac but look at Devon. Before Devon can argue Isaac speaks.

"Yo Tank can you give us a minute."

Tank stands up and walks outside.

"You know what I don't have time for this, you guys always treat me like I'm a naive 5 year old girl. Tank and I are dating so back off. He's a good guy unlike you two man whores who sleep with anything with a vagina. You can yell, you can't tell me not to see him, you can threaten me or him, but guess what? It won't work even if we do break up I won't talk to either of you. Also Devon, go to hell you womanizing ass face player. I don't give not one shit about you, you're dead to me." I spit. I can tell my brother was confused about my anger towards Devon but oh well he doesn't need to know his best friend fingered me in the car.

Tank came back in saying he had to go but he'd call me later. I literally exploded with happiness when Devon cringed after seeing me and Tank kiss. I'm not using Tank to make Devon jealous that'd just make me a mean person. I mean it, I'm done with Devon Rivers but it's still nice to see him squirm.

Later that night as I am braiding my hair to go to sleep someone knocks on my door. I yell for them to come in, Blake steps in my room his dark hair in the same crew cut dripping wet from his shower, he was standing at his full height 6'4. He closes the door and sits on my bed behind me, I turn in my swivel vanity chair to face him. This must be about Tank.

"There's a lot of things I want to talk to you about but first I want to say that I'm sorry. You're not a slut and I shouldn't have said you looked like one, but you have to understand that I just want to protect you." He disdainfully ask "Who is this guy Tank?"

"Tank is a good guy he's nice to me and he's on the football team. He's a senior." I whisper the last sentence because I'm not sure how he will react.

"He's to old for you."

"No he's not its only two years, he just turned 18 last month." I argue.

"Okay. I trust you." My mouth hits floor now.

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother." Blake usually gets mad and all  yelly.

He chuckles. "Why don't you want to dance anymore." ugh not this.

"Fergie told you?"

"Yeah, she's worried about you."

"I just don't dance anymore bad things happen when I dance."

"You can't still be blaming yourself for what happened to Devon's parents?"

"I am, it is my fault. If I wasn't dancing that night they wouldn't have been in the car and died. You can't change my mind I'm not dancing anymore."

Blake sighs and rubs a hand down his face. "You loved dancing and you're good at it you shouldn't stop doing what you love because of something you had no control over." with that he got up kissed my forehead and left.