said, pointing to the stove.
“I didn't know making out was a sport,” I said, stomping hard toward the kitchen counter and slapping the package of meat over to open it, portraying the role of the abused brat.
“Do that over the sink and watch your mouth, Connor. We say nothing when your swim meets run late either. Your sister is cheer captain, and the big game is this weekend. You should try out for cheerleading next year. I'm sure you would be great. You have such a tiny frame for the pyramid, and you don't seem to fear anything, especially with that mouth of yours.”
I would rather die first. “I don't do cults, and I'm not drinking the Kool-Aid,” I yelled to her as she headed up the stairs to shower and change.
“Connor, you are way too young to be so cynical!” she yelled back, trying to still sound pissed, but I heard humor in her tone. She knows I'm right. They take cheer to a whole other level. Constantly practicing, having to wear the school colors of red and white daily and at private meetings. Please, they are probably out terrorizing little children as we speak.
Reptile Boy stood there the whole time, grinning at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he ran off. What a brat.
Chapter 8
Dinner was exceptionally brutal, sitting with my parents, trying to make small talk. All I wanted to do was break into song and dance from the excitement of a possible ability. Right after dinner finished, I rushed to my room and called Tony to tell him the good news.
“I knew you couldn't hold out much longer. You miss me, don't you?” he said. “Okay, okay, tell me what happened.” “Yes, you're right. You're all I think about night and day,” I said. “No, seriously, my abilities may be developing.” I told him what happened about three times. I couldn't
stop myself, my mouth was going a mile a minute. “Cool, that's awesome. Hey, how about I come by in about an hour so you can show me?” he asked.
“What, um, sure,” I said, jumping off the bed to try to find something nice to wear. That was a challenge for me. Everything I owned just about had some sci-fi connotation or simply jeans and T-shirts.
“I feel an hour is plenty enough time for you to put on your cute jammies,” Tony said and hung up before I could say a word. He thought he was so funny.
I was scrambling to find something decent to put on, but wearing my brother's pajamas would show him I didn't care. Yes, it is sad that I can still fit some of his clothes.
Who was I kidding? Tony was adorably cute. Okay, seriously, he was a doll with those long eyelashes above those light brown eyes and the way he smirks when he looks back at me…
“Connor!” my mom yelled from downstairs, yanking me right out of my lovely daydream. Snap out of it, Connor. The first boy that shows you attention, you get all giddy.
“Yes, Mom,” I said, so not wanting to answer back. “Come clean up the kitchen. Your sister is not back
yet. Practice ran later than expected,” she said.
“No, it didn't. She knows exactly what time to come back so she won't have to clean,” I barked back, knowing full well Ebony is full of crap. She pulls this all the time, and they let her get away with it.
“I will talk to her later about it. Just come down here and finish up. We already did most of it. I have to get your brother ready for bed,” she said.
She has the worst timing. I ran down the stairs, rushing to the kitchen, causing my dad to yell something about not running down the stairs. I grabbed the broom and got busy. My mom thanked me with a kiss on the forehead then rushed off. They didn't leave me that much to do, so I quickly cleaned up what was left and had thirty minutes to spare.
Tap, tap, tap.
No way. Please don't let that be Tony knocking at my back door already. Sure enough, there he was, standing on my deck with a nauseating grin. The shade on the back door was open, so he got full view of my ensemble.
My hair was a mess because strands of it
“I didn't know making out was a sport,” I said, stomping hard toward the kitchen counter and slapping the package of meat over to open it, portraying the role of the abused brat.
“Do that over the sink and watch your mouth, Connor. We say nothing when your swim meets run late either. Your sister is cheer captain, and the big game is this weekend. You should try out for cheerleading next year. I'm sure you would be great. You have such a tiny frame for the pyramid, and you don't seem to fear anything, especially with that mouth of yours.”
I would rather die first. “I don't do cults, and I'm not drinking the Kool-Aid,” I yelled to her as she headed up the stairs to shower and change.
“Connor, you are way too young to be so cynical!” she yelled back, trying to still sound pissed, but I heard humor in her tone. She knows I'm right. They take cheer to a whole other level. Constantly practicing, having to wear the school colors of red and white daily and at private meetings. Please, they are probably out terrorizing little children as we speak.
Reptile Boy stood there the whole time, grinning at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he ran off. What a brat.
Chapter 8
Dinner was exceptionally brutal, sitting with my parents, trying to make small talk. All I wanted to do was break into song and dance from the excitement of a possible ability. Right after dinner finished, I rushed to my room and called Tony to tell him the good news.
“I knew you couldn't hold out much longer. You miss me, don't you?” he said. “Okay, okay, tell me what happened.” “Yes, you're right. You're all I think about night and day,” I said. “No, seriously, my abilities may be developing.” I told him what happened about three times. I couldn't
stop myself, my mouth was going a mile a minute. “Cool, that's awesome. Hey, how about I come by in about an hour so you can show me?” he asked.
“What, um, sure,” I said, jumping off the bed to try to find something nice to wear. That was a challenge for me. Everything I owned just about had some sci-fi connotation or simply jeans and T-shirts.
“I feel an hour is plenty enough time for you to put on your cute jammies,” Tony said and hung up before I could say a word. He thought he was so funny.
I was scrambling to find something decent to put on, but wearing my brother's pajamas would show him I didn't care. Yes, it is sad that I can still fit some of his clothes.
Who was I kidding? Tony was adorably cute. Okay, seriously, he was a doll with those long eyelashes above those light brown eyes and the way he smirks when he looks back at me…
“Connor!” my mom yelled from downstairs, yanking me right out of my lovely daydream. Snap out of it, Connor. The first boy that shows you attention, you get all giddy.
“Yes, Mom,” I said, so not wanting to answer back. “Come clean up the kitchen. Your sister is not back
yet. Practice ran later than expected,” she said.
“No, it didn't. She knows exactly what time to come back so she won't have to clean,” I barked back, knowing full well Ebony is full of crap. She pulls this all the time, and they let her get away with it.
“I will talk to her later about it. Just come down here and finish up. We already did most of it. I have to get your brother ready for bed,” she said.
She has the worst timing. I ran down the stairs, rushing to the kitchen, causing my dad to yell something about not running down the stairs. I grabbed the broom and got busy. My mom thanked me with a kiss on the forehead then rushed off. They didn't leave me that much to do, so I quickly cleaned up what was left and had thirty minutes to spare.
Tap, tap, tap.
No way. Please don't let that be Tony knocking at my back door already. Sure enough, there he was, standing on my deck with a nauseating grin. The shade on the back door was open, so he got full view of my ensemble.
My hair was a mess because strands of it
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