Mailboy (Wattys 2015 Winner)

4. Made in Idiotland.

"Some people just need a high-five, in the face, with a chair." 

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Zoey Willow Hunter

"IF you wanted to get me in this position you could've just asked, you know," said Nico, hovering so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. It took me a few seconds to realize what exactly was going on; or rather, feel the steaming coffee against my skin.

"Get off!" I exclaimed, pushing him off. He, of course, was taken off guard and fell on the ground. I grunted, running to my bike. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, walking behind me. I turned to face him, my skin literally feeling on fire.

I lift my bike off the ground, wiping the mud that was on it. "I'm going to go water the lawn! What do you think? I'm going to go change!" I shouted, taking deep breaths to steady the annoyance building up right now.

"What am I supposed to do now then?" He drawled, leaning against the tree in front of me and crossing his arms arrogantly. One eyebrow rose and he had a half-smirk, if that was even possible, on his face.

I swear to God, if you don't wipe that silly smirk off your face I will not hesitate on punching you in the face.

"Go to the police station, and get the mail from there." I commanded, getting on the bike, rolling it closer to him and poking his chest with every word. His smirk got bigger, if that was even remotely possible.

He let out a low chuckle. "Again, if you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked.”

"I DO NOT WANT TO TOUCH YOU, YOU ARE AN IDIOT!" It took me all the power and restraint in the world to stop myself from hitting him. I started pedaling away, the slight blow of wind that cooled my skin and anger making me feel better. I intended to take my time at home, as I dreaded every second I’d have to spend with him.

I got in the house, and looked at myself in the full length mirror beside the door, grimacing. My shirt was practically see-through, my shorts were slightly damp, and my hair was everywhere. I rushed to the bathroom and took a shower in superhuman speed. It took me ten minutes to complete the change, including shower time. Then, I threw on a pale blue t-shirt and another pair of shorts. I slung my hair into a high ponytail; instantly feeling better.

Nico Forrest was officially a complete idiot. He might have been mildly attractive —oh, who was I kidding? He was extremely attractive, with those beautiful green eyes, but I strongly disliked him. Deep down, I really did hope that he’d leave Silvercrest soon enough. I was certain of not being able to stand delivering mail all summer with him. Walters stayed home today; Jenna warned him that packing for France, England and Italy was going to take more time than he thought.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to do this all alone though?

I dialed the one number I knew by heart. Of course, she picked up within the second ring. “Lucy?” I heard a giggle, and then she cleared her throat. I grimaced, having a feeling that she was with Aaron, her one year boyfriend. I honestly did not mind him, but sometimes he seemed to be everywhere.

 “Zoey, what’s up?”

I took a bite of the apple I had in my hands and said: “I need you to deliver mail with me today.

I could see her thinking wheels going to work. Frankly, the fact that she was with her boyfriend was the least of my worries.

“Why? Is the boy being a pain in the—”

“Yes,” I said, groaning exaggeratedly. “Is there any way you and Aaron can come deliver with me today? It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Wait a sec—”I heard some shuffling in the background. “It’s cool.”