Chasing Fallen

Chapter 17

Dedicated to AbstractScars

"Who might you be?" I repeated.

All the color was drained from her face.

"You can go ahead Annie. It's alright." Easy coaxed her with a barely there smile.

She stared at her perfectly manicured toes and lightly but her rosy pink lip.

Easy chuckled breathily at her and turned to me. "Annie, this is Camille Campbell. Camille, this is Annabelle Richcrotcher-McGuire, my mother."

What?

I'm sure the shock I felt was evident on my face because she started laughing nervously and slapped Easy behind his head. "I'm his stepmother."

"Oh?"

The awkwardness was palpable. She started staring at her toes again. "Don't forget to remove your shoes," she said quietly and made her way back up the stairs. "Have fun, Conner."

Easy watched her leave until she was gone, then he turned to face me with a slight frown.

"What are you doing here?"

Did a full 180, crazy.

"I-uh, Noah sent me..." I wanted to get out of here. It was getting chilly. Most likely because of the walking refrigerator known as Easy, apparently, Conner McGuire.

"Does this have anything to do with why he didn't come for the final game?" He now had a deadpan.

"Yes. Do you mind sitting down for this? Um, this might take a while."

Why am I nervous.

He shook his head and made his way up the stairs. In a hurry, I started hopping up and down trying to remove my sneakers. The first one was no problem, the second one however, was stuck. I might as well have been playing pogo because the darn thing wouldn't come off. Blind sighted, I stepped onto my other discarded shoe, slipped and fell onto my behind.

I was in the middle of rubbing my bum when I saw Easy looking at me with a frown.

He immediately averted his gaze when he saw that he was caught looking.

Was that a blush?

"I'm okay!" I squealed and got up abruptly. On the bright side, the other shoe was off. Serves me right for wearing just about tight everything today. I hiked my jeans up and pulled my tank top down.

I bounded up the stairs to catch up with him. "Okay, I'm set." I said when I was now next to him. He did his version of a snort, which is just puffing out air, and continued walking.

We passed the lounge and I looked at him in confusion. "I thought we were going to the lounge," I told him.

"We're going to my room."

"McGuire, are you trying to seduce me in your own house?" I teased.

"No. It is the only place we can talk without Conrad butting into our conversation."

"Aww! That's no fun. I was hoping to show you some of my moves."

I managed to get him flustered. I was proud of myself.

He gave me a foreign look and gestured for me to follow him, whereas I was giving myself a mental high five.

His room was navy blue in color. The edges of his ceiling were lined with LED strip lights that could change color. He had a sleek acoustic system with speakers built into the walls. His room was orderly except for his table which had a bunch of papers strewn on it. He had a lot of posters on the walls of American football players, bands and some cartoons. There were however, only two posters which caught my eye. Both were from two older animations; Danny Phantom and Samurai Jack.