Falling For A Criminal

Falling For A Criminal - Chapter Five*

“I'll have you know that I'm going to their house this weekend and we're going to have a-”

“-you're not going to have anything because you're not going.” They both stopped arguing and gave me a questioning look. “The last thing I need is you trying to feel up my brother. He wasn't even trying this morning; if you piss him off enough, there's no doubt in my mind that he'll try and succeedto hurt you.” I bit my lip and picked up one of the french fries off of my tray. “Plus, I'm pretty sure with your feminine nature, it wouldn't really be all that hard for him to figure out that you're gay.”

Not seeming to care, Andrew grinned and ran a hand through his blonde hair. “I'm just saying; if he's being a closeted gay like myself, then I can bring him out. It couldn't be that hard.” Looking behind me, he bit his lip and moaned to himself. “Those muscles... I can picture them sweating as he thrusts in and out and-”

“-again, I don't want to hear your fantasies about my brother. It's just... Wrong.” Shuddering at the thought, I turned around and watched as my brother made his way to the lunch line; people literally parting like the Red Sea at the sight of him. I kind of felt tempted to roll my eyes, but instead, I simply looked away and continued to eat my food. Yeah, my brother had caused an uproar on his first day back with his 'freakish good looks' and his 'I don't give a damn' demeanor, but that didn't mean I had to act like I liked it. Things were complicated enough without him, and now that he was here, things would only get worse.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate my brother—well, not completely—I just didn't like that he thought the world revolved around him. He was invading myspace at one of the most random times of the year, and he expected me not to be angry with that?

My appetite had completely disappeared by the time he made his way over to the table with a group of followers behind him. Some of the people behind him probably had no idea who he was—let alone who I was—so the fact that they had even considered making their way over to where I was sitting pissed me off even more than Trace's grand entrance had. I had opened my mouth to tell him go sit with someone else, but Andrew spoke up before I got the chance to. “Hey, Trace. What brings you to our humble abode?”

Without answering, he placed his food down and made room for everyone who was with him to sit down. They pushed and shoved each other to get closest to Trace, and when that happened, I stood up and walked away from the table; ignoring the calls of the people who were sitting there. I had just barely made it out of the cafeteria when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into their chest. Part of me thought it was Trace, and I had begun to push him away, but when I breathed in, I stopped.

'Polo. . .'

Looking up at the brunette in front of me, I took a step back and waited for him to say something. “Come with me.” With that, he walked out of the cafeteria and in the direction of the tables outside. I didn't want to follow him; it was almost ten degrees outside, and getting colder. Plus, I was wearing a skirt; why the hell would I follow him? 'Yes, because you're wardrobe is the main reason you're so hesitant to follow him outside.' Mentally slapping myself for thinking that way, I shook my head and looked over at Haydn.

He seemed to be reading my mind because he rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me outside with him against my will. I was in shock for a few seconds, but I quickly regained my composure and managed to pull away once we reached the empty school parking lot. “Is there any particular reason you pulled me outside into the freezing cold? We could have just talked inside.”

“Yeah, but where's the fun in that?” Grinning at his own stupidity, he sat down on the stairs that lead to the cafeteria and began to look out at the cars in front of us. When he didn't say anything, I sighed and turned around to walk away, knowing that this was a waste of time. He hadn't said anything to me the day after he broke into my room, so why would he now?