Finding The Boy In The Player ((Book 1))

~~Chapter 29~~

I ignored Ethan’s pleas to tell him, what I and his friends were talking about behind his back. But I simply replied a, “It doesn’t matter” or “Stop asking, I’m not telling”.

 

Finally, Ethan gave up saying, “Fine, I’ll just ask my friends later” and walked me back to Aunt Jade’s house.

We were talking meanwhile getting to Aunt  Jade but before we finished our conversation, Ethan;s phone rang.

Ethan searched his pocket for the phone and looks at the screen. Then gave a heavy sigh, not answering it.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing" a twinkle of amusement flashes in his eyes.

"No tell me, what's wrong, you just looked down from one second to the other" I reasoned.

"Not until you tell me what you were talking about with my friends" Ethan shot back.

"Nah" I said dismissing him and walked on to my home.

 

As I was about to knock on the door, because I saw lights were on inside the house, Aunt Jade swings the door open.

 

“Daisy! Where have you been?! Keith said you got lost?” Aunt Jade gave me a worried look.

 

I gave a fake laugh. “He said I got lost?” I repeated, amused.

 

She only nodded, willing to hear my excuse or side of the story.

 

“Does he think I’m an idiot? How can I get lost if I’ve been here for more than 2 months?” I asked, in utter disgust. “Ask Keith later why I got ‘lost’ ” I emphasized the word ‘lost’.

 

I briskly walked into the house, ending our conversation. I was done talking about Keith for today.

 

I heard Ethan tell Aunt Jade a “good-bye” and Aunt Jade replying, a “Thank you so much”.

 

I dismissed them both, walking up to my room, up the stairs. I was about to close the door, but something got in the way. Like a foot… a foot I didn’t like.

 

“What do you want, Keith?” I gave a large sigh, trying my best to push the door still, but it wouldn’t budge.

 

“I wanna talk to you” Keith almost begged to speak with me.

 

“Yeah, well I don’t. But I bet unt Jade would LOVE to hear why I got LOST!” I gave another fake laugh. “Really? Lost? How dramatic can you get? I went for a WALK. Without YOU” I corrected him.

 

“What was I suppose to say? Daisy slapped me in the face and ran away from me?” he asked sarcastically.

 

“YES! As a matter of fact, that makes much more sense than me getting LOST!” I shouted at him angrily

 

In a swift movement, he had my door opened wide, and he strolled in like he owned the place, closing the door behind him..

 

“Get out of my room” I said sharply, giving him a death glare.

 

“Or what? Your gonna kick me to the moon?” Keith said with a sly smirk, coming closer to me.

 

So close he had his hand on my elbow. His touch sent a chill down my spine. One I didn’t quite like. It felt like the old times. I hated the old times. I shrugged him off, harshly.

 

“Don’t touch me” I hissed.

 

But he ignored me and he again touched my hip, instead this time.

 

“Get off me!” I yelled. “Get out!” I pushed him.

 

He only back a few inches back, but not far away enough.

 

“Daisy” he exhaled sharply, looking like he was fighting with a five year old. What?! “I understand why you keep being mean with me. You keep thinking that I-”

 

“You cheated on me?” I finished his sentence, sharply. “Because that’s exactly what happened when I saw you the last time” I added.

 

“No it’s not! I-”

 

“Children! Stop yelling at eachother, please!” Aunt Jade swung the door opened, looking from me to Keith.

 

I could see the change, and twist in her face. It said something along the lines of: ‘Oh, you made up?’.

 

I exhaled sharply, this time. “Aunt Jade!” I exclaimed running to her side and hugging her arm. “Tell Keith to leave me alone and stop bothering me! He’s being a monster all over again!” I pleaded.

 

She only sighed, looking down at me. “I came up here to say, dinner is ready” she said looking at both of us and excusing herself out.

 

I followed her, because the last thing I needed was to be left with the same conversation and person. But to my dismay, Keith was on my heels too, walking to dinner.

 

I gave a stick out tongue to Keith, and replied with a kissy face. And that got him an eye roll.

 

Dinner was quiet. Which was kinda awkward, but I didn’t mind. What I did mind was every movement Keith did, which got his skin trying to touch mine.

 

Whether it was his foot, trying to stretch out or his hand trying to reach the salt. All which I found were dumb excuses.

 

But hey, who more experienced with excuses than Keith himself?