I Am Unpredictable (Book 3)

Chapter Twenty Four: X is for "Xtra" Special

"Wake up!"

My eyes are shut tightly and I'm in a very comfortable sleeping position. I'm not exactly sleeping—I've been awake for a while. I'm only refusing to get up because it's too freaking early for life, and also, today is a special day.

"Come on, goddammit!" I feel someone pushing me. Knowing that there is a ninety-nine perfect chance that it's Tyler, I ignore him and remain laying down on my bed.

"Jesus Christ, you lazy ass, wake up!" He finally pushes me so hard that I roll over completely, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.

Sometimes, I really wish that this kid didn't have vocal chords.

"Give me one good reason to why I should get up," I say, keeping my eyes shut.

Tyler clears his throat and blurts, "It's your birthday. I have to give you birthday punches. And if you don't get your ass out of bed, then you will be receiving the birthday punches in the face."

I rapidly hop out of bed, knowing that Tyler doesn't kid around when it comes to giving birthday punches. He loves punching people, especially when he can get away with it.

Of course, January nineteenth is one of those lovely days.

"Good morning, birthday boy." Tyler flashes a smile that kind of scares me a little, only because I know it's the "I Get To Punch You And There Is Nothing You Can Do About It" kind of smile.

Okay, birthdays are stupid. Enough said.

I gulp loudly, walking over to Tyler. I already know that he's going to force his punching, and I am certain that by tonight, I'll have a giant bruise on my arm.

Feeling the love, Tyler.

He smirks and tightens his right fist, swinging it towards my arm rapidly. My first thought is that he's gonna punch me as hard as he can, but about three inches before his fist makes contact with my arm, he slows down the speed of the swing and gently punches my arm, not hurting at all.

It feels like a baby girl is punching me.

"You got scared!" Tyler hollers in amusement.

"Where'd you get the punching skills from? Your boyfriend?" I fire, instantly regretting it.

Come on, that was a good one. 

Yeah? No? Okay, I'll stop. 

He stops punching me. I notice that the smile that was once on his face is completely gone. He looks offended by my comment, and quite honestly, I don't blame him.

I love you, Tyler...

That's when I get it.

He punches me in the arm with full force, not even slowing down like he did before. There isn't even a gap between punches—it just comes one after another. 

The punches hurt, too.

He stops when he reaches the sixteenth punch. My arm tingles from being sore, giving a sure sign that a bruise will form in its place. 

"I still have to give you one for good luck," Tyler says, glowering at me. He smirks and adds, "You'd be lucky if I didn't give you that punch in the face."

Well, that was mean. I don't blame him, though.

He punches me one last time in the arm harder than the other punches. My arm swells with raging pain. 

I really really wish I didn't insult him when he was punching me softly. Now I know better for next year.

I heard a buzzing sound coming from my nightstand. Knowing that it's my phone and someone most likely texted me, I walk over and pick up my phone, noticing the illuminated screen.