Chapter 13 ~ Peppermint Sticks ~

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P.S. Sorry if anything is worded wrong, I'm writing this off of three or so hours of sleep and a major headache. If anything is worded wrong, please tell me and I'll try to fix it right away. :) Thanks.

Chapter 13 ~ Peppermint Sticks ~

“Tell me, did you have any siblings?” He rounded my chair, letting his fingers skim over my exposed neck.

“Yes, one.” I shied away from his hand. He chuckled, pulling his hand away and folded his hands behind his back.

“Sister?” He interrogated.

“Brother.”

“How old?” I bit my lip, looking at him. His brown eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow. “You have a question.” It wasn't a question; he knew. “What is it?” I backed all the way into my chair as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either sides of my chair. Peppermint filled my nose and I resisted the urge to inhale it deeply.

“Is-well..” I stopped myself before I blurted it out. I'd surely be slapped if I asked.

“Tell me!” He demanded raising his hand; prepared.

“But I'll be hit!” I squeaked, cringing into the chair as his face came closer.

“I'll hit you if you don't. Now, what is it?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Are-are you asking me questions about my family to p-prove Blake wrong?” My eyes closed, waiting for impact, but it never came.

“Yeah.” Opening my eyes, I found him scratching his neck and looking at the floor. He noticed my gaze and glared. “You will tell me everything.” He charged back over to my chair, placing his hands firmly on my shoulders. “You will tell me everything!” His eyes searched my face for any sign of being dismissive.

I mentally shook my head. I'd never tell him everything. I'd make something up.

“How old is he?”

“Sixteen..I mean nineteen. He's now nineteen.”

“Where did you use to live?” I looked at the floor, trying to think of some place that I knew, but wasn't home.

“My Pop's liked to move a lot, but Mom got him to finally stay in Lake Elmo, Minnesota.” I mentally smiled at my half lie. Pop's did like to move a lot and we had lived in Lake Elmo, Minnesota, but it was for a very short amount of time. Pop's never did settle down in one place.

“What's your favorite color?” I blinked, the memories of Minnesota leaving me.

“Gray.” I answered; gray being the first color I thought of.

“Figures.” He snickered.

“How so?” I glared.

“Gray's a plain boring color. It fits your personality perfectly.”

“You don't know me.” I spat angrily. His signature smirk was immediately plastered onto his face as he leaned forward towards my face.

“You're right, but I will. Now, continuing on. Hm,” he stroked his chin thoughtfully. “What's your favorite season?”

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