That nickname is as original as your personality
“Stop twitching.” Michael hissed at me.
“Shut up.” I shot back at him.
“Wow, great comeback. Think of that yourself, blondie?”
“You’re one to talk, that nickname is as original as your personality.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“I have never wanted to hit a girl so badly before.” he muttered to himself.
“Are you two still arguing?” Hunter asked as he opened the car door. Trey stood behind him trying to hide a smirk.
“Why did you even bring him along?” I scowled at Trey who coughed to hide a laugh.
“We needed more hands to help move the boxes.” he said with a shrug, moving to open the trunk which was full of Hunter and my things.
It was the day before my birthday and we had decided to start moving our things in today to avoid a confrontation with our parents. Not like they were going to be home tomorrow or anything even with it being the day of my birth, however we planned on telling them when they got home that night so we could leave right after and not worry about all the boxes if there was a fight.
This whole week, Trey had enlisted Michael and a few of his closer friends to watch over me. While the others took a further away approach to making sure nothing happened to me, Michael followed me around everywhere even when Trey was here and he made sure to express vocally how much he hated doing it. We were constantly taking shots at each other, but it had died down somewhat. Trey told me it was just because Michael was concerned about me hurting Trey, but I suspected it had a little more to do with the fact that Trey has been hanging out with me more then him since he met me.
“Well I got the key, so let’s go on up and unpack our things!” Hunter said excitedly, holding up the key with a big grin.
Michael and I shot each other one last disgusted look before getting out of the opposite doors and going around the back to grab some boxes. We hauled them all up the elevator and I began to unpack our things while they kept bringing the boxes up. Luckily the movers had already taken our furniture over yesterday so it was just smaller things that I was unpacking. Our parents were so oblivious that they didn’t even notice our rooms were completely furniture free, using sleeping bags on Hunter’s floor to sleep on.
“One last box.” Trey finally said, walking into the room, which was now my bedroom.
“Thank you.” I grinned at him.
“Do I get a kiss for helping?” he asked with a naughty smirk, stepping close to me.
“I don’t know, if I give you a kiss then I’d also have to give one to Michael to make things fair and I don’t think I could stomach that.” I teased him, though my stomach fluttered at the thought of kissing Trey.
His smirk never faltered as he took a few steps forward, now so close to me that I could clearly discern the dark blue streaks in his dark eyes.
“I won’t tell him.” he said, biting his lip and flickering his eyes down to mine.
My breath caught and the flutters in my stomach now were making me feel light headed, a feeling that only increased as Trey moved slowly forward as if to torture me further until his lips slightly brushed against mine, but before anything could happen someone walked into the room.
“You should be lucky I’m not your brother. That would have been awkward.” Michael said.
I quickly pulled back from Trey and glanced over at his friend.
“Really, Michael?” Trey demanded, throwing his hands up. Michael just gave him an innocent shrug and wiggled his eyebrows.
“What, did you want her brother to catch you two? He’s in the other room right now but I can go get him and we can recreate the scene if you want.”
“Idiot.” Trey shook his head, reaching over and punching Michael in the arm.
“Yeah yeah, anyways Hunter promised us chinese for helping and he wants to know what you want.”
“Oo, I want chic-”
“Chicken chow mein, yeah he said you’d say that. Trey?”
I pouted at him as he didn’t even glance my way. Trey gave me an amused look and reached over to grab my jutting lower lip with his thumb and finger making me squeal and swat his hand away. He just gave me that impish grin of his and took my hand, leading me into the other room so he could look at the menu.
Once Hunter called in the food, we took a moment to look around the apartment with some pride.
“Wow, it looks good.” Hunter told me, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Good job guys!”
“Good thing we don’t actually have that much stuff.” I grinned at him. “It didn’t take as long as we thought.”
“Mortal combat until the food get’s here.” Michael suddenly commanded as he reached down to turn on the station and grab us controllers.
I watched them play the game for a bit and went to grab the food when it came to the door. We spent the rest of the night playing video games and eating food until finally Michael and Trey decided they should leave. Hunter and I had already decided it was pointless going home that night since our parents were eating out for dinner so wouldn’t even notice we were gone and had decided to spend it at our new apartment. We’d already told Ms. Erickson about us moving in and after a few tearful moments she had made us promise to come over to her home on Sunday for dinner with her and her family.
“All right, that’s enough TV. You have school tomorrow.” Hunter finally announced.
“Fine.” I groaned, getting up.
I quickly got ready for bed and settled in my room.
“Can I come in?” Hunter asked from the door.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked him as he walked over to my bed. He sat on the edge of the comforter and frowned at me.
“You know, I feel like I should apologize. I haven’t been the greatest brother recently and I know I’ve been hard on Trey, but I wanted to say that you can always talk to me about anything.”
He looked very unsure and nervous and I smiled slightly at how adorable my big brother was being.
“I already knew that.” I smiled at him. “And I know you’re just looking out for me with Trey, but it’s not necessary. I know he won’t ever hurt me.”
“He seems to really care about you.” Hunter nodded. “I’m starting to see that, and it might not mean much but he has my approval if you want to date him.”
I beamed up at him. When I was younger he had made me promise never to date anyone he didn’t approve of and I had always respected that wish, now was no difference.
“It does mean a lot to me, Hunter. You’re my only family too, you know? I love you big brother.”
Hunter pulled me in for a hug and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
“Love you too sis, now get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”
I nodded at him and he turned the light off as he left the room.
The next morning I was a bit disoriented as I woke up in the alien room, but once I remembered where I was, I was instantly in a better mood. I skipped into the kitchen to find my brother lighting a candle that was stuck in a piece of toast. I laughed at the sight.
“Happy birthday, Tessie!” He shouted as he saw me, splaying his hands out to display the sight.
“Aww thank you!” I cooed at him, bending down and blowing out the candle.
“Here you go.” He said, handing me a present.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” I frowned at him, but took the present anyway.
“Don’t worry, it’s not much.” He promised.
I ripped open the box to find a DVD of the Shining, a movie I had always wanted to own but had never gotten around to purchasing, and a key.
“That’s to the apartment.” Hunter said, pointing to the key.
“You’re the best!” I laughed, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you! I can’t believe you remembered that I wanted this movie!”
“You only complained about wanting it every time it was on TV.” Hunter rolled his eyes. “Of course I remembered.”
I gave him a sheepish look and he ruffled my hair.
“Eat your breakfast, you have school in an hour.”
“Yes sir!” I saluted him.
An hour later when I arrived to school I was met in the parking lot by Trey, as had become our custom.
“Happy birthday, Kitten!” he said.
“Thank you!” I smiled.
Trey smirked down at me, “I have a present for you.”
“You didn’t have to get me a present.” I said for the second time.
“I don’t care, I did. But it’ll have to wait for tonight.” He shrugged.
“What’s tonight?” I asked as we walked into the school.
“Our date.” Trey glanced at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
My stomach lurched with fluttering again and I blinked at him with wide eyes before I recovered and tried to hide my surprise and delight.
“And who said I’d go with you on a date.”
Trey’s smirk widened and he leaned down so that his face was level with mine. My breathing hitched and I licked my lips nervously.
“Well I wasn’t asking in case you did say no.” Trey said in a slightly husky voice. His eyes flickered to my lips but he pulled himself back and waved at me. “I’m picking you up at 7.” He said before walking away.
“He is so whipped.”
“AHH!” I screamed, jumping slightly and looking over to see a now bent over, roaring with laughter Michael standing next to my locker.
“You jerk!” I hissed at him.
“Not my fault you don’t pay attention.” He shrugged.
I jumped again and turned around to find an even less welcome person then Michael.
“Tyler, what do you want?” I asked, surprised that he was talking to me.
Tyler scowled at me, his nose wrinkled slightly as if he found the sight of me displeasing. I couldn’t exactly say that I felt much better at the sight of him.
“Do you know how much money you made me lose.” He growled.
“Not my fault you’re a pig that bets on girls.” I smirked.
“Thanks to that video you sent out, no girl will go out with me anymore!” he tried to keep his voice to a low volume but managed to inject as much venom as possible into the words. To me it just sounded like whining.
“Not my problem.” I shrugged.
“Bitch!” Ty shoved me into the locker and Michael was instantly grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
“Don’t touch her. You call her a bitch one more time and I will pound your face in.” he threatened in a calm voice that managed to still sound terrifying.
“M-michael.” Tyler stuttered. I guessed in his fury towards me he hadn’t seen him standing next to me. Michael shoved Tyler away from me.
“Leave Trey’s girl alone.” He commanded.
“Trey’s girl?!” Tyler asked, his voice rising slightly. He gave a slightly hysterical laugh and looked at me. “Wow, you really are a whore.”
I didn’t even see Michael’s fist shoot out until it connected with Tyler’s nose and there was a cracking sound. With wide eyes, I watched as Tyler screamed and grabbed his nose.
“You dick, you broke my nose!” he yelled, his voice sound nasally.
“Don’t call Tessa a whore.” Michael shrugged.
A few teachers ran outside to see the commotion that had by now drawn quite an audience.
“To the office now!” someone yelled at the two boys.
“Thanks, Michael.” I whispered to him before he walked off.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends.” He told me sternly.
I rolled my eyes at his parting words.