~Summer-Storm~
I rummage through my locker, looking for my highlighters.
I grin in victory as I find the unopened pack of the rainbow neon highlighter.
But that grin soon disappear as I feel a hand slide up my back and unhook my bra clasp.
I instantly know who it is.
"Kayden! What the fuck, asshole?!" I shout as I hear an annoyingly familiar laughter in my ears. Cursing, I reach back to hook my bra back up, but couldn't, due to having a pack of highlighters in my hand, and having a t-shirt over top. "Fuck you, Kayden!"
"Okay, calm down, Summer," he says through his laughter. "I'll do it back up."
I glare at him before retorting sarcastically. "Yeah, and I'm Beyoncé."
"Well, you do sing just as good as her." We both freeze as he finishes his sentence.
Did Kayden Paris just compliment me?!
Somebody call 911, I think he's coming down with a bad case of good manners!
I shake off my shock while closing my locker and raise an eyebrow at him. "How do you know I can sing?"
He looks at me with an amused expression. "I practically live at your house. You think I haven't heard you singing and dancing around in your room? I especially liked that shower rendition of Drunk in Love."
"I do not sing in the shower!" I lie through my teeth.
"And I have a small dick." He scoffs. "Oh, wait, that's a complete fucking lie! Just like you saying you don't sing in the shower."
I send him a dark look. "How about I kick you in the balls and see how small your dick is then?"
"No thanks." He rolls his eyes at my threat. "Anyway, are you going to let me hook your bra back up or not?"
I clench my teeth. I could get Kyla to do it, but that would mean having to walk to History with my boobs jiggling around. I consider it for a moment.
Do I want my boobs jiggling around with Kayden around?
Yeah, not happening.
Then my mind drifted to Nate, Cole and Reese.
Yeah, no. Definitely not letting my brothers anywhere near my bra.
"Fine. But no funny business." I hesitantly turn around and move my hair to the side. "And do it without lifting my shirt up."
I feel his fingers trace my back and shiver slightly.
No matter how much I hate the guy, you can't deny he knows what he's doing.
I know he was fully aware of the affect he was having on me, considering I could practically hear his smirk.
Stupid, sexy, magic-finger wielding asshole.
"I thought I said no funny business!"
"Sorry, Hermosa." His deep chuckle rings out.
"Don't you 'Hermosa' me!" I scold.
"Yes, Hermosa." He lets his fingers linger at my lower back before sliding upwards and hooking my bra back up. I sigh knowing he just came up with another nickname for me other then Summer.
When everyone else uses a nickname for me, they use Storm.
When Kayden Paris uses a nickname for me, he calls me Summer.
He's the only one who calls me that. It's been like that since we were eight.
And now, he's going to start calling me Hermosa. Which means 'Beautiful' in Spanish.
He knows full well it would annoy me, seeing as we're both Spanish and I know very well anything he says in Spanish.
"There. Done, Hermosa." He smirks as I groan silently.
He will never stop calling me that.
I grin mischievously as I come up with a great idea.
"Gracias, papi." I smirk at his stunned expression before walking away towards History.
I faintly hear him running after me a few minutes later. "Hey, Hermosa, you can't just call someone papi then leave them hanging!"