Clarey
That scene from the kitchen just played in my mind like a broken record. Seeing Evan in our house was the last thing on my mind. I never really expected him to be there. He totally scared the hell out of me. I was seriously going to whip his ass if he ever did sneak in. Who knows what he's capable of doing?
Evan just haunted my mind like the plague. I really don't want to talk about him. But when he held me by the arms last night, I don't know, I felt chills run down my spine. It's almost like reading a cliched novel if you think about it. But then again, it was such a different feeling, you know. I never felt that way about a boy before.
As he held me closer, it felt like he was about to kiss me. His warm hands touching my cold skin just sent me into ripples of madness. I couldn't explain what I was starting to feel for Evan at that moment. But I promised myself that I won't let my guard down.
I bit my lip, fighting the temptation. I kept squirming my way out but he still held me tight but gentle enough that he didn't hurt me. He lowered his face down to me and....
The next thing you know, I was waking up to the ear-splitting ring of a blasted alarm clock. Not just any alarm clock, but one of those old school twin bell alarm clocks.
What the hell?
I just wanted to get a sledge hammer and smash it into smithereens. But no, I was too lazy to get up. Someone was in trouble, though. I slowly opened my eyes. “Corey.”
Yeah, my little brother's dead meat for putting that damn alarm clock on my bedside table. And let's not forget, waking me up on a freaking Saturday?
Oh, he is so dead.
As I was about to turn the alarm clock off, that's when I realized I was hugging my pillow, and surprisingly, a part of it was drenched in my saliva.
Crap. Was I making out with Evan in my dream? That explained the drool stains on the whole pillow. Eww, gross. I would never ever make out with the enemy.
Never!
As I turned off the alarm clock, I heard the faint sound of a lawnmower. It's probably dad or Caleb mowing the front lawn. I did some stretches, and as soon as I heard my bones pop I went straight to the bathroom. I was wearing a thin light blue camisole and my Veronica’s Secret boy shorts. People might see me as a tomboy or a lesbian, but what people don't understand is that I'm still a girl at heart. Apparently, no one seems to believe that. Not that I really care or anything. I remembered one time during sophomore year, I got into a cat fight with Becca Milano. She's actually Seth's girlfriend and one of Masiela's slutty minions.
It all started when she asked me how many times I was getting it on with my girl friends. I didn’t want to engage, because this is what bullies do. They thrive on the satisfaction of hurting you. She mentioned a lot of hurtful things, and when she mentioned my family, boy, my blood rushed to my head and I threw the biggest bitch fit in history.
I turned around and slapped her hard.
I wasn’t able to stop myself. Deep down, I kept reminding myself that she deserved it. That's what she got from attacking me, and bullying people underneath them just because we don’t talk back. God knows, I was ready for any amount of punishment. I will take it. That included being expelled. Knowing Becca’s background, her family could easily pay off the school to kick me out.
She didn’t say anything after that, which was strange to me. Maybe I slapped some sense into her hollow brain. Ever since that day, none of them dared to block my path. Well, except for Masiela. She still got on my nerves on some days. The bad thing is, it also landed me with two week's detention, too.
I slipped into a black shirt that had small FCUK in bold white letters on the front and some denim shorts. The shirt was a gift from my aunt and my mom almost fainted as soon as she saw me wearing it the first time. That was funny. Anyway, after braiding my hair, I put on my dark gray cap and slipped into my dark gray Converse sneakers.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard some noises coming from the family room. “Huh?” My nose scrunched up.
Corey and Caleb were on the sofa playing black ops. Dad was reading his newspaper and mom was in the kitchen marinating some ribs for our barbeque. Ok, I'm a little confused.
“Dad? What's going on?”
It was indeed an odd morning. It was a Saturday, for crying out loud. Saturday meant chores for everyone. Dad or Caleb was supposed to be outside, mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, the whole shebang.
“What's it to you? It's Caleb's birthday, he needed a break from his usual Saturday chores.” He said, not looking up from his paper. Caleb grinned at me, wiggling his eyebrows like he just got away with a crime.
Rolling my eyes in disgust, I went straight to the kitchen. Mom was busy preparing the Shish kabobs.
“So, you guys actually hired someone to mow the lawn for us?” I opened the refrigerator and poured myself some orange juice, my eyes glued to the window. I couldn't see the gardener at all. Seriously, I've never seen a gardener on our property before. According to my dad, why hire a gardener when we have three boys in our family? Then mom, who is an incredible penny pincher, by the way, agreed, because it'll save us a lot of money.
My mom smiled as she looked up. “No, sweetie, someone actually offered to do it for free. Isn't that wonderful?”
I snorted. Who the hell would mow the lawn for free? That was just plain crazy. No one on earth would do stuff for free.
Nothing is free nowadays.
Unless... I quickly ran outside, and yes, of course, you guessed it right! It was the prince of Bonita Verde high himself. Mowing our lawn. Shirtless.
“Evan?” I shrieked. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What do you think I'm doing?” He shot back with a playful grin on his face. “I'm mowing your lawn.”
He stopped the lawnmower, immediately wiping the sweat of his brow using his forearm. The sweat trickling down from his bare body was annoying the hell out of me.
“Put a shirt on, please?” I tried to pry my eyes away from his hot body, but for some reason, it was hard not to.
Yes, if we’re being honest, he has, no doubt, the body of a Greek god. Okay, maybe not as perfect as a Greek god, that was quite an exaggeration. Greek gods are ugly from what I know, but seriously, he does have a nice lean body.
He spread his arms as if presenting himself to a crowd. “Aren't you enjoying the view?”
I ignored him. “No, Evan, I'm not enjoying it, now please, put a freaking shirt on.”
“How could you say no to a gorgeous view like this?” He grinned, picking his shirt up that was draped on one of the vases that was displayed outside our door. I rolled my eyes at him as he slipped into his shirt.
“Jerk.” I muttered.
“Hey, did you, by any chance, dream about me last night?” He asked, still grinning at me like the Cheshire cat.
“Wait, how did you know I was dreaming about—” I quickly covered my mouth.
He gave a small chuckle. “So you did dream about me then?”
My hands found their way to my hips. His eyes trailed down in front of my shirt.
“French Connection,” he said, shifting his green eyes back at me. “Nice.”
“You know your brands.” I smiled, trying to sound like I was impressed. Most jerks, or should I say pervs, would rather think about the other word.
“Of course, I do. Only I was hoping it was the other one, you know.”
My eyes widened and I opened my mouth in protest. How dare he say such a thing like that?
“Well, too bad, Evan,” I said sweetly. “Because you're not getting any.”
After that, I trudged angrily back inside the house. He was seriously the most arrogant jerk I've ever met.
*
We were in the backyard setting up the table later that afternoon. Mom was stirring some punch in a large glass container while dad was grilling the ribs and hotdogs. Caleb and Corey were playing football since our backyard was next to a baseball field.
I turned my head and saw Evan walking alongside my older brother, Calvin, as they exited the house. He was wearing a black and white plaid button down shirt, denim pants and his aviators.
Holy crap. Was that Evan? My heart raced at the sight of him. I must admit, he looked so fucking hot. I tried pretending that I hadn't noticed that he was coming. I continued to slice some oranges as Evan approached me.
“Hey, babe,” he whispered. “How are you doing?”
I glared at him. “Could you please stop calling me babe? It's irritating.”
Before he could answer, my dad announced that the ribs were ready. Everyone gathered their share and we all sat down at the table. Evan chose the spot in front of me, as usual, winking at me as he sat down. We were all eating in silence when my dad decided to break it.
“So, Evan,” he said, after taking a sip of his glass of punch. “What colleges have you applied to?”
Evan wiped his mouth, swallowing his food before speaking.
“So far, I've already applied for UCLA, UC Santa Barbara, UCSD."
My mom interrupted the conversation by waving her fork in the air.
"Clarey here applied for UC Irvine." She cheerfully chirped.
I glared at my mother. Thanks a lot, mom. I flashed a fake smile before scooping some mashed potatoes onto my plate. He doesn't need to know that.
“Oh, I forgot, I did apply at UC Irvine, too. It's much closer to home just in case I don't get into UCSD.”
My eyes widened in horror. The idiot's really doing this on purpose just so he could annoy the hell out of me. Evan looked at me innocently, then shrugged.
My eyes turned to angry slits. My blood was boiling by the minute.
*
After eating, the boys decided to play some football.
“Care to join us?” Evan asked me as he threw the ball up in the air.
“Sure thing." I smiled back. I've always loved football ever since I was a kid.
“Hut hut, hike!”
Playing football always felt like heaven to me. I was usually treated as one of the guy's in our neighborhood. Apparently, some kids didn't treat me the way I was supposed to be treated. You guys know who I'm talking about.
Anyway, as soon as I caught the ball in my hand, I ran as fast as I could, trying my best not to trip, but then as soon as I was about to hit touch down, Evan had already tackled me to the ground. It was like back when we were kids again. I could never forget that day. He was right on top of me, both of us were breathing heavily at the same time. Our faces were just inches apart, our eyes locked on each other. I saw his Adam's apple bob, the only sign he was damn nervous. His lips parted, lowering his face, and I couldn't stop looking at them. A shock sparked throughout my whole body from what he was about to do. The next thing you know, he lowered his face closer to mine and...
“Clarey, honey! Are you okay?” My mom, dad, and my brothers were all running toward us. We quickly disengaged from each other, both scrambling up to our feet. We were both crimson red from what just happened.
What was that? Evan almost kissed me? The prick almost kissed me! The boys decided to play another game. I had the ball in my hands and I gave a quick glance at Evan from a distance. He caught my eyes, smiling hesitantly back at me. He then motioned at me to pass him the ball. I stared at the ball for a moment and shifted my eyes back at him, my lips fighting the urge to smile back. He was waiting for it. Seriously, I didn't know what I was thinking as soon as I threw the ball. I was too caught up with what happened earlier that I aimed it— right in the nuts!
I gasped as I witnessed poor Evan howling in pain. I swear It wasn't on purpose! Well, you could tell what happened next. My parents scolded me for what I did and sent me up straight to my room. They knew how much I hated Evan so I had no excuses left to cover my ass up.
Dumb move, I know. But seriously, I just giggled and silently praised myself for such a great job, even though it wasn't intentional. Well, too much for his love sack. I'm sure he'll keep his distance the next time he comes around. That'll teach him a lesson.
Score for Clarey!
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