It All Started With An Apple

Chapter 15

“I’m sorry,” I drawled, making my way into the room.  “I doubt he would be into you.”

Garrett’s clapping came to an instant halt.  My mom laughed at him.  I coked an eyebrow, not able to help letting out a small snort.  His face read, A guy?  Brianne?  Was I not allowed to have guys that were just friends?  Obviously not.  No one in the world seemed to think so.

“A boy?”

It was kind of insulting how shocked he was.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back on the wall.  “Yes, a boy.”

“A real boy?”

I laughed.  What else would he be?  Pinochio?  “Yes,” I said slowly.  “He’s no longer wooden.  He was granted humanity from the magical fairy.”

“She’s on her period, isn’t she?” Garrett asked immediately, directing his question at my mom.

“Excuse me!” I shrieked as my mom nodded in response.  “That is private information, not to be disclosed with men.”

I know what you’re all thinking.  But Brianne, Dannon knows!  Yeah, well, obviously he doesn’t count.

Garrett waved his hand dismissively flopping onto his bed and grinning at me.  I stared at him, my lips pressed into a straight line.  “So, who is this guy?  I want to meet him!” Garrett laughed at my expression.  “Come on, Brianne.  It’s questioning time.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.  I scowled out the window, annoyed to be in this situation.  But, then again, I was annoyed with every little thing that everyone did at the moment.  So, maybe if I weren’t on my period this wouldn’t be as infuriating as it was.  “For one, that doesn’t make sense,” I snapped, my gaze turning back to my brother.  “For two, you don’t need to question because he’s not my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t tell me who he is!” Garrett exclaimed.  “Where’s my information, woman?”

For a college student, he was really immature.

“His name is Dannon,” I replied after a moment of trying to contain my irritation.

Garrett smiled brightly, all of his teeth showing.  He patted the spot beside him.  “Come,” he said.  “Sit.”

With a small sigh I dragged myself over to his bed and plopped beside him.  Garrett grinned at my obedience, patting me on the head.  I slapped it away instantly, letting a glare flash across my facial features.  Just because I listened to him, it didn’t mean that I was going to allow him to touch my head.  I hated it when people did that.

“I’m going to let you two have some time alone while I go get dinner ready.”  My mom smiled adoringly at Garrett and I before trotting out of the room, humming a Casting Crowns song under her breath as she did. 

Dinner at two-thirty in the afternoon.  Yummy.

“So,” Garrett drawled, wriggling his eyebrows, “this Dannon guy. . . .”

I grumbled under my breath, my eyes up at the ceiling.  If I had known all the questioning and cooing I’d be dealing with, I would never have thrown that apple across the cafeteria.  That was Kyla’s plan all along.  To get me to chuck a piece of fruit just so I’d be irritated the rest of my life.  That was incredibly nice of her.

Wow.  This period was hitting me hard.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said with a sigh.