Unexpected

eight.

I've never been the type to ignore people when things got tense or uncomfortable. If I were, Harrison, Caleb, Justin and I would've stopped being friends a long time ago. Brandon's always been cool so we're always on good terms. But back to the point, I'm not a quitter. I don't give up when things goes off the rails. Yet here I am, avoiding a certain blue-eyed boy as though we weren't sleeping in the same cabin and in the same room. I don't know, it may be childish but it's the only thing I thought to do.

I'm pretty sure Andrea noticed something off with me and Harrison but she hasn't said anything about it, thank god. That's one talk I'd never want to have with any of our parents. That would be the death of me. 

"Hiya," a voice says from behind me, causing me to drop the bowl of flour I was holding with a yelp. Turning around to blue eyed monster, I see the amusement written all over his face which did nothing to help my developing annoyance.

"Why the fuck did you do that," I exclaim, quickly covering my mouth when I realized that our moms were in the living room and in ear shot of anything said between us. 

Shrugging, he walked over to get the broom and dustpan for the scattered grains of flour that covered the floor. At least he's being a gentleman and cleaning it up, I think to myself. 

"Here ya go," he says while stretching his arms to give me the cleaning tools. "Bitch. You made me drop it, you clean it up."

"Stop cursing, dummy. You know your mom would kick your ass," he responds. "You just cursed idiot. Don't act like my mama won't slap you upside the head too," I retort. 

Before he could respond, another voice interrupted us. 

"Both of y'all better stop cussin' before I take off my belt," my mom yelled from behind the closed kitchen door. 

"Sorry," Harrison and I both apologize in unison. 

We both look at each other, almost bursting out in laughter until I slapped his arm that was reaching towards me. "You clean it up," I say with a blank face. 

"But-"

"You already know I'm not going to do it so you might as well," I cut him off, knowing that if he got his words out we'd go back and forth for the rest of eternity.

"Fine," he huffs, bending down to sweep it all up. Unconsciously, my eyes drift down to his well-defined butt that stood out mostly because of the gray sweatpants that he was wearing. How is it that guys get the most round and perfect butts but girls had what I like to call "butt dimples" and stretch marks? It's unfair. 

"See something you like?" Harrison's voice fills the small space which makes me jump slightly. 

"Yeah actually. Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice butt?" I speak, not giving my brain time to think before allowing my mouth to spew out whatever it wanted. Well it's too late to go back now. Might as well own it, I think to myself.

Standing up, he turned slightly to look at his butt, smiling slightly to himself. "Actually no one has besides Caleb but you know, he's Caleb so that didn't count. Thank you," he responds. 

"No problem." Turning to get more flour for the pancake mix that I was making before I was rudely interrupted, I stand on my tippy-toes to get the bag of flour on the top shelf which is at an unnecessarily high height. 

I push down more on the counter hoping that it'd add a few extra centimeters to me so that I'm actually able to reach the bag but just as I thought, it did nothing at all. Looks like I have to grab the chair again.

As I drop down to my regular height I feel the front of Harrison pushed up against me, one of his arms on my side while the other reached for the bag of the flour and easily grabbed it. Placing it down on other side next to me, I was now trapped in his arms. 

Applying more pressure from his front to my back, I hold back a gasp when I feel his warm breath fan across my neck. "You have a nice butt too," he whispers in my ear. Giving it a small bite, I could feel heat travel down to my southern region. Luckily I catch myself before I press myself against him and making the situation more heated. Clearing my throat, I attempt to break the sexually charged tension.

"Thank you," I start to say, "for the flour. That's it."

The added from his body quickly vanishes as he steps back, "No problem," he replies in a mocking tone. Next thing I know, he was out of the kitchen and I was standing there alone with my sexual frustration. 

Why is he like this?

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okay this book is no longer on hold. i think i got my mojo back and i have somewhat of an idea of what and where i want this book to go. since i have you here, i might as well let you all know that i will have shorter chapters since they seem to be less stressful for me and won't seem to drag for no reason. since the chapters will be shorter, that most likely means that the book will have a decent chunk of chapters so that's fun. 

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter. i hope my writing has slightly improved seeing as i'm taking a creative writing class. if not i'm sorry :/

~me