Clayton
We arrived home to a house full of people and I instantly regretted not choosing to drive halfway and stay somewhere overnight to drive the second half. That or staying over at Emelie’s instead of coming back to the house.
The music was loud; the people were even louder.
The living room was subjected to some type of Nerf gun war and I’d been hit with flying bullets from all directions.
Jay and Blake cornered me in the kitchen, and when Blake shot, I was hosed with water instead. “What the fuck?” I wiped away the moisture from my face.
“We missed you.” Jay chuckled before offering a wink to Blake. “Blake and I have been going a little stir crazy. No one around here is as fun to fuck with as the two of you."
“What about X and Eli, or hell, even Brent? There’s plenty of idiots to harass.” Blake wrinkled her nose. “Eli makes me pay for my harassments, and though I do like his form of torture, a girl needs to recover too.”
It was my turn to wrinkle up my nose in disgust.
“How did your trip go?” Blake asked as she lowered the weapon. At this point I was already soaked and uncertain if this was a truce. Knowing them, it was a simple tactic to get me to let my guard down. I noticed the way her finger continued to tap at the trigger, even though the barrel was pointed to the left.
“It was good,” I told her as I pick up the red Solo cup that sat upside down on the pile near the liquor. “It was nice to get away and my parents loved Emelie and Ethan. But I didn’t doubt for a minute that they would.” I could see that Jay was very observant of my movements, but Blake was distracted as she looked around at the commotion near us.
Guys were getting rowdy, girls were laughing and squealing.
I grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the top, still looking at Blake as she laughed at something behind her.
“I’m glad it was a good trip,” she finally said, turning back to face me. “I know Emelie was nervous.”
Picking up the cup, I lifted it to my mouth and took a small sip to play out the role. It was cold from being in the fridge, which made the plan even more perfect.
“Corbin made it entertaining with his continuous hassling of Palmer.” I lowered the cup, holding it in front of me. “He annoyed the hell out of that girl to the point where I started to fear for his safety.”
This made Jay and Blake laugh.
“Corbin annoys everyone,” Jay interjected, still watching me close. I nudged my head to the side, hoping that he understood it was his warning to move away. He grinned, sidestepped, and was careful to keep it less than obvious.
From that point, it all fell into place. Blake looked behind her when someone hollered, I lifted the cup out in front of me, and just when she turned back around, I tossed it. She jumped back, yelling out a few profanities of her own. When she looked up at me, her nose was flaring and her hair was plastered to her forehead.
“Mess with the bull…” I shrugged without finishing the sentence and it only seemed to piss her off more.
“You are so gonna regret that.”
“Oh, yeah?” I leaned back against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest. “What do you plan on doing, pipsqueak?”
We stood there in the kitchen staring at one another for a few seconds, me smiling, of course, and her growing angrier with each passing second. “I’m telling.” She arched a brow and I laughed harder.
“Aww…” I poked the tiny bear a little more. “Am I gonna be grounded?”
“No, but you will be running away like a scared little girl.” She dropped the gun, spun on her heels, and as she moved away, she yelled out for Elijah. And my heart hit the fucking floor.
“You better run, man.” Jay hunched over laughing. “Like, now.”