Chapter Ten
What happened from that moment onwards seemed to all occur in slow motion. I could count every blink of disbelief as Shane stared at the flashing phone on the table, as my own eyes widened in horror. He made a motion towards the phone, his eyes never leaving the flashing screen.
Not going to happen, I thought, at the same time making a wild movement toward the phone.
Whether or not it was a natural instinct as a swimmer, I had no idea, but the way I dove across the table, grabbing the phone in the process and rolling over to land on my feet would totally rock theatres on slow-mo!
“Aisha Michelle Pierce!” the harsh voice of my father boomed, and as I gazed up, the sight that met my eyes slapped the prideful smirk of my face.
“No, not my d’avril original!” Bethany whined, just as the last standing glassware on the table tipped over with the falling table cloth into the pile of broken glass and scattered silverware lying around me.
My mouth fell open. I was so totally bad-ass for making it without a scratch!
“C’est une catastrophe!” François had rushed in with Pedro at his heels. His open mouth and eyes formed three perfect o’s as he rushed forward towards me. At least someone had the decency to look my way without frowning or looking like I’d just stabbed them in the shoulder.
“Yeah, but I was pretty bad-ass if I-”
“The dishes! They were the pantry’s finest!” groaned François, as he joined Bethany in moaning their grave loss.
I narrowed my eyes. Hey, the flowers were still in good shape, maybe we could hitch a priest and we could get the funeral taken care of immediately, so that we could move on to the reading of the will.
“I’ll help you up,” Pedro outstretched a hand. When I didn’t take it he frowned.
“Oh! You’re talking to me?” I drawled sarcastically, taking his hand.
He snorted. “You’re not hurt are you?”
The stupid grin returned. “Nope! I was pretty bad-ass if I do say so myself!”
“Good!”
“Jayden! Come and get this cleaned!” François called, already halfway through the kitchen doors. Pedro gave me a smile and followed.
“Aisha!”
I turned to face my still frowning father.
“Yes daddy?”
“What in the world possessed you to- I don’t understand why you -How could you-” He sighed deeply. “You know, I can’t- I’ll have to calm down before I-”
As I watched the frustration play out across his face, I cringed. This was going to leave ten more years of age on my father. With all the trouble I seemed to cause, by the time I turned eighteen, he’d be a corpse!
Bethany was sulking in a corner, while Darren was looking at me like I’d finally lost my marbles, even though I’d many times explained to him that I was already pretty much over that edge ever since he was introduced in my life. But it was Shane’s expression of scrutiny that made me step back.
“Fu-ow!”I yelped as a sharp pain shot through my right leg. I glanced down at my jeans. Maybe I hadn’t gotten away scotch free like I’d first thought.
The denims had been wet already, so the blood covering the side hadn’t brought on a different sensation, but just the sight of the dark red liquid spreading across the worn blue fabric made me nautious.
I clasped a hand over my mouth.
“Oh gross!” exclaimed Darren, stepping away like it was contagious. I couldn’t even retort.
My eyes sought out my father, who knew how squeamish the dark liquid made me, but Bethany had fully caught his attention as she sulked. I blinked quickly as I felt something prick my eyes.
I sniffed loudly as I attempted to wipe the droplets away.
R-i-p!
I glanced down to see Shane stooped down holding the torn piece of my jeans in his hands. “What the hell Shane! What are you doing?” My voice quivered but still managed a dangerous edge.
The long red mark on my leg was enough to send my eyes upwards.
“Stop squirming,” he instructed as he stood. I regarded him uneasily.
This was practically his fault. He was the one who had initiated my action- and I’m not talking about this evening- since if he wasn’t such a jerk, I wouldn’t have to put on a fetish to scare the shit out of him, and I wouldn’t have to take such a dive (as bad-ass as it was) to protect my online identity!
“What are you-” I gasped as he scooped me into his arms, and naturally, reached for a weak spot. “Put me down!” I threatened, pulling on his ear lobe.
“Jeez, relax bird-brain. He’s just helping you,” Darren said, following as Shane begun towards the living room.
“I can walk on my own!”
“Yeah, sure…” Shane drawled sarcastically. Oh right, the wound. I leaned into his chest forcefully as I glared at him. He winced, and then smirked. “I wish you would though. You’re heavy as hell!”
He received a jerk in the ribs for that wise crack.
When he plopped me down on to the sofa, I had to admit I was a little impressed on how well he got Darren to work with him in setting up so that my leg could be propped up. The little brat would’ve never done it for me it was only the two of us. It must be a sibling thing.
“What is that?” I eyed the dark bottle Shane held in his hands uneasily, sitting up as he poured a clear liquid onto a cloth.
“Hydrogen Peroxide. It’ll stop infection and get out any splinters,” he answered. His brown eyes stared intently at my leg- the most serious I’d ever seen him.
I frowned. “I knew that idiot.”
And that was the closest that I knew we would ever come to being civil towards each other, and strangely it felt almost… nice.
“F*ck, Shane!”
Spoke too soon.
As the pain flared, I glared at Shane, clutching my hurt leg protectively.
“Just- stay- still!”
“Ow!”
As he struggled to keep me from going fully werewolf and ripping out his eyeballs in return for the pain in my leg, Darren was observing from the side with a wry smile.
“What’s your problem, brat?” I spat. Shane had just bandaged my wound, but the ordeal had done something to me inside. My respect for first-aiders, doctors and nurses was so high at the moment that I was tempted to stop by the hospital and pass chicken combo’s all around!
I could feel the steam pouring from my ears as he held up my cell phone- the Wattpad page in open view- cackling. My hands immediately slapped my pockets.
“What the-How the-”
“Get a load of this!”
“Give me my cell phone Darren!” He pulled away as I lunged at him from my chair, laughing as I fell and bumped my head. “Ow!”
Realizing the advantage, the brat waved the phone in front of my face. “Want this?”
I hopped up and wobbled after him as he ran around, waving my phone. Then the unthinkable happened.
“Shane, catch!”
And suddenly I was doing yet another wild dive to reach my phone, and Shane, caught totally unaware, plummeted downwards as I crashed into him. Somehow, in the midst of the hubbub, my foot had managed to make contact with Darren’s face, and he had ended up at the bottom of our tangle.
That was probably going to leave a scar.
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