The Program [Book Two of The Test]

Chapter Eleven

"I know." I mumbled. "Thanks."

"But what you don't seem to know," He started, pulling away. "is that sitting on the couch in short shorts and a tank top while eating a frozen treat and having your hair all messed up isn't going to fix the problem. And trust me, i'm no where near an expert on love, but if you think you do really like this guy, tell him."

"That's the problem, Marcus." I huffed, throwing the whole I don't want to talk about this kind of thinking right out the window. "I can't ever tell him."

"Why? Is it because he doesn't like you? Or is it because you're afraid he doesn't?" That was definitely not logical thinking. Jack liked me, I knew this. "Do you think your heart might get broken?"

More like afraid it will stop beating.

"I don't want to talk about this. I'm not afraid that Jack doesn't like me, it's not about that. Can't you just go back to being my annoying brother and tease me about this instead of getting curious?" I could have been yelling but it was more like screaming.

"So," His word had a smirk with it. "this is about Jack? And you love him? Poor guy."

"Now you tease me?" I ran a hand through my hair. "Just stop, okay. I'm going to bed. My ice cream is gone anyway." I started getting up when he stopped me and pulled me back.

"Oh, come on, can you really blame me? My adorable sister is in love." He was still making fun of me. I was going to make another comment when the phone rang. "I'll get it." He said.

While Marcus was answering the phone, I started doing what I told him I would, getting ready to go to bed. Taking my empty bowl to the kitchen, I noticed it was only eight o'clock by one of the clocks we had. Going to bed early would most definitely do me some good anyway.

As I walked back out, Marcus was standing there with a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Um, who was on the phone?" I asked.

"Oh, it was mom. She's going to be a bit late tonight." He responded, heading back to sit down and for some reason, I followed. Standing before him, I asked another question.

"And the creepy smile is necessary because?" 

"I called someone." God, how many teeth can this guy show. And his smile just kept growing.

"Okay." I swear sometimes my brother could be like he was a minute ago, all normal-ish and stuff, and then he goes full blown mental. "I'm goona head to bed then."

"No, you're not." I rolled my eyes and turned.

"And why is that?"

"Because the person I called is coming over for a bit. He'll be here in about, I don't know, ten minutes." 

"So what, you don't need me around if one of your friends is coming to hang out." I pointed out.