A New Type of Curve

Chapter Two

"YOU CAN'T HAVE MY LAST BITE OF MAC AND CHEESE. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO I WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN." I was furious, beyond so. Silas was on the other side of the room, the bowl of my delicious, ooey-oh-so-gooey mac and cheese in his conniving, grimy little fingers.

He.

Would.

Pay.

"Come on Kitten, you didn't even let me have one bite. That's not fair." He stuck out his bottom lip at me. I pointed at him with a painted fingernail and inched forward. 

"Ah, ah, ah." He tisked, grabbing the spoon that held the last of my dinner and swept it towards his mouth. I halted my advance and raised my hands in surrender. He opened his mouth as if to eat it, and I threw myself forward.

"WHOA, WHOA, WAIT. Okay, okay. Let's - uh shit - rock, paper, scissors?" The spoon clambered back into the bowl as he looked at me in amusement.

"Are you kidding?" I shook my head feverishly, and Silas set the bowl down on my dresser. "Okay, fine, two outta three."

I grumbled, but stepped forward until we were toe to toe. This was not how I imagined my night. My plan was that when everyone left for prom, I would throw on my massive Olaf sweatshirt, throw myself in my king size bed, and binge watch the Office. But n-o. When Silas decided to tell me I was his "date," I assumed that meant he would try and push me to go to the prom with everyone. Instead, he pushed everyone to let the two of us stay at my house for sleepover.

Yeah, a sleepover. I mean, I've known the guy since diapers, and my mom wasn't really the type of mom to care. I kind of loved that about her, but she was definitely more strict when I was younger. I think she's just more relaxed now that I'll be eighteen in a month.

Anyways, the child thought it would be okay to put on my Olaf sweatshirt, throw himself into my king size bed, and decided he wanted to binge watch the Office.

Cue the eye twitch.

And now, after making my comfort food, he... he... he STOLE IT. Which led to our stare down as we began our war of rock, paper, scissors.

"Okay, rock, paper, sci-." He stopped me abruptly.

"Wait, are we showing on scissors?" I gave him a wary look.

"Let's just do rock, paper, scissors, shoot and reveal on shoot. Mkay? Kay. Rock, paper, scissors, sho-."

"Now hold on," He held up a finger, and this time, my eye really did twitch. "I think I like revealing on scissors first."

I stared at him blankly, his form towering almost a foot over me. His eyes were lit with blue coated mischief while he wagged his eyebrows at me. I puckered my lips at him and decided I was fed up with his games. I sauntered closer to him and bit my lip, causing him to look down at my mouth. I ran a hand up his arm until my fingers brushed his neck, all the while I was moving my right foot across the front of my body until it was wavering next to his right foot.

"Silas... Si..." I mumbled lightly, batting my lashes at him. His tongue shot out to wet his bottom lip as he looked back into my eyes. His body relaxed the longer we stood there, and he stepped closer. I smiled.

Perfect.

I moved my foot to the right, catching both his feet in one fatal swipe. He let out a noise of surprise as he flailed - long enough for me to jump around his form and launch for my bowl of food.

Silas hit the floor with a boom, the walls shaking with the noise. He lay on his back gasping like a fish before turning his eyes to me. I was sitting on the floor also, my back pressed against the wall and my legs crisscrossed as I snacked on the last of my food.