Short Stories

The Devil Doesn't Like Me

Dalton grins, leaning back.

"What tell the entire school that I Dalton Sanchez spent the night at Amethyst Graizer's house only to wake up in the middle of the night to find her drinking pickle juice straight from the jar while standing in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear with animated pickles on them."

"Shut up you fool!" She hisses as her eyes grow wide. She looks around to see if anyone had heard Dalton. If anyone did, they surely were not going to acknowledge it.

Dalton's grin seemed to grow wider as a hint of mischief dances in his eyes. He watches her as he talks louder, "Amethyst Graizer used to drink pimmm mmhmm..."

Amethyst had reached across the table and slapped her hand across his mouth.

"Shut. Up."

He nods as he watches the anger in her eyes.

"If I let got will you stop?"

He doesn't respond triggering Amethyst to dig her nails into his skin.

"Will you stop?"

He nods. Slowly she pulls her hand away and sits back in her seat. Dalton props his feet in the seat next to him, clasping his hands together.

"Well since Mr. Barner paired us together-"

"-like always." she cuts in.

Dalton grins, "You are welcome. Anyways, unless you want to do the assignment by yourself, which you are more than welcome too."

"Not happening."

Shrugging, Dalton places his chin in his hand, "Why don't you come over at five and we can have dinner and then work on the project?"

She leans foreward bringing her face closer to Dalton noticing his cheeks turning red.

"Dalton..."

"Y-yes?"

"This isn't your way of getting me alone with you by blackmailing me, is it?"

Amethyst bites her lip to keep from laughing as Dalton's face turns another shade darker. He sits up, pretending to be flabbergasted.

"N-No. What type of man do you think me as Amy? J-just be at my house by five or you are doing the assignment alone."

With that, Dalton stands and walks abruptly out of the cafeteria leaving Amethyst chuckling alone at the table.

With a sigh and a glance at her watch, Amethyst stares up at the house she has memorized by heart from the years she spent here. The whole way until eigth grade, Dalton and her had been the best of friends. They were inseperable. If they weren't at her house, they were at his. This slowly changed their eigth grade year as priorities changed and high school loomed in the distance.

From the outside this house looks very elegant. It has been built with fir wood and has burgandy brick decorations. Tall, rounded windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a very asymmetric way.

The building is rectangular shaped. The house is fully surrounded by wooden sunscreens structures. The second floor is smaller than the first, which allowed for a large balcony on one side of the house.

The roof is high and v-shaped and is covered with metal tiles. Two large chimneys sit at the side of the house. Many smaller windows let in plenty of light to the rooms below the roof.
The house itself is surrounded by paved ground, with a small pond at one side and various potted plants all around the house.

Adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Amethyst knocks on the door.  There is shuffling and a bang.

"Momma can you get the door, I have to get this chicken out."