7 Things

Chapter 8

I snapped my head around in shock.

"What the hell? Who let you in?" I shouted at the grinning brunette.

"Niall told me to come get you." He chuckled, flipping his hair.

"I don't even know who you are!" I shouted.

"I'm a friend of his." He winked, nodding towards the door. "C'mon."

"What? No. I just met you."

"And this is crazy." He said in a sing-song voice.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at the grinning boy.

"What?" He asked, giving me the same look.

"Are you mocking me?"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Okay." I groaned, "Get out of my house."

"Okay." he said, putting a hand on his hip, "Get out of my house."

"Ugh!" I groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Don't you dare mimic me." I growled, pointing a finger a the mystery boy.

"Skyler?" Mason called from upstairs.

"Okay, get out. I'm serious now." I told him, pushing him towards the door.

"Not until you come with us."

"Who is us?" I asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Niall, of course." He grinned.

"Not him." I groaned.

"You don't like him?" He asked, confused.

"He's a narssistic playboy. No, I don't."

"Oh, c'mon. He's not that bad." He informed me.

"Not that bad? You have no idea." I scoffed.

"Hey, Niall really is a good guy." He said, sobering up.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, just get out. My dad will be here any minute."

"Where's your kitchen?"

"Why would I tell you?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Are you always this mean?" He mumbled, heading off towards the corridor. I followed him as he found his way into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and scribbled down on the dry erase board.

"What's that for?" I asked, curious.

"To tell your dad where you're going." He grinned.

My eyes widened, "Oh, okay. Sure."

"Ready?"

"No! I'm not going with you."

"C'mon, Skyler." He pleaded.

"I'm not moving."

"Police man says son you can't stay here-" He sang again.

"Do you sing all the time?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

He half-shrugged, "Not all the time. C'mon, we'll be late."

"This is kidnapping."

"Get over it." He shrugged, grabbing my arm.

"Rape! Rape!" I shouted.

"Shh."

"Who's there?" Mason shouted. He ran into the kitchen with a stick of salami.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

I glanced at mystery boy and he had this lopsided grin on his face. "Who are you?" He asked.