Yearbook 2K15

Love Bite Trouble

Kris' POV

"Ugh! I can't do this!" Zach yelled, dropping the pencil on the table. Half of the store stared at us.

"Look, do you need my help or not?" I asked, getting really annoyed with his 'I can't do this' BS.

"I need your help! I don't understand this!" He groaned, banging his head on the table.

I checked my clock on my phone. It read 3:15. We practically stayed in here since school got out.

"Babe," I started, "how about I drop you off at your house?"

"I don't wanna," he whined.

"Do you wanna stay in this coffee scented air all night?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"How about...?"He starts, not bothering to finish.

"How about, what?" I asked, ready to leave him here.

"I go to your house," he finished.

I was kind of shocked. Yes, he's been to my house, but my parents are home.

"Fine," I said, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Yes..." I heard him quietly cheer.

"Get your stuff and let's go, you little brat," I said jokingly. I don't know why, but when I'm around Zach, I feel so open.

"Can I hold your hand?" He asked shyly.

"What are we, middle schoolers? You don't have to ask to he your own boyfriends hand," I told him, taking his hand. Though really, my heart was beating like crazy. I may have only know him for a few weeks, but this boy does stuff to me.

We walked to my apartment that is three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It's a pretty good size for an apartment, so I don't like to think of it as an apartment. Mr. Fancy Pants over there might think it's a little small for a house.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I said unlocking the door. When I walked inside, the smell of my mom's infamous Swedish meatballs wafted through the air.

"It smells good," Zach said.

"Thanks!" My mom said from somewhere in the kitchen.

"Not even an introduction? Wow, that's cold mom," I said, leaving my bag on the ground in front of the door.

"That's not where your bag goes, Kristopher," she said.

"That's not my name," I said back, picking up my bag.

"That's the name I gave you, so that's the name you get," she said, stirring the meatballs in the sauce.

"That's not what it says on my birth certificate," I sassed back.

"Shut up," she said, ignoring my obviously smart comeback.

I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Love you, mom," I said cheekily.

"Yeah, yeah," she said.

"Anyway," I started, "I'll be helping Zachary with his homework, so don't mind me." I guided him down the hallway to my room, opening the door, then closing it behind him.

I watched him set his homework up on my desk, as I set my stuff down on the floor. I walked over to the desk where he was already doing his homework.

"Almost done," he said.

"What do you mean, 'almost done'? We came here so I could help you do your homework," I said, watching his pencil move swiftly over the paper, answering every question correctly.