Chapter Thirty One - He gets into Trouble
I tapped my foot against the tables edge in my English class. Brooks was now in detention which I think is silly. To start off, the detention is during school time. Wouldn't detention for a delinquent be attending class? Also, the reason as to why he is on detention is because we were kissing beside the school. I mean that's hardly a reason to put him on detention.
But that would never stop him. As I gazed out the window I noticed a familiar figure. I smiled and checked to see if the teacher had his back facing the window which he did. I gave Brooks the okay to army crawl into class. Once he started at the tables he began crawling beneath them. A few chuckled were let loose through the class but he kept going. People moved their legs beneath their table so he could find it easier to make his way over to me.
When he reached me his head was facing my legs but he had to stop because our teacher turned around and he began to drown on a lecture about this new historical television show that is airing tonight which will be beneficial to our learning. As I looked at my teacher my attention was focused on my knees where I could feel Brooks' head drawing closer.
I tried to seal them shut and I tried to hide my eyes widening but I couldn't help but become distracted because Brooks' head was now between my knees. This was not a good position for me. The longer the teacher talked the more Brooks' fingers trailed my inner thigh. Finally he turned around to write something on the board and I sandwiched Luke's head between my knees which made him laugh and then crawl to his seat beside me.
"Mr. Brooks, are you not supposed to be in detention?" My teacher inquired.
"I completed my duties." He lied with a smirk and it seemed to have gotten him off the hook.
"Very well, get your books out." I glared at Brooks and he pouted. It looked like he wasn't even phased about how close his head was to my...skin.
Looks like I was the only one affected by this tension.
Wishing my parents goodbye and a safe trip was easy, I didn't shed one tear. Little did I know that the second they departed from the airport that Tara would take over the whole parental role. It was nice to know that she was taking some responsibility for a change. I had been dreading this moment, not because of Tara but because the two boys in my life, with the biggest egos known to man were about to share a house together for two weeks and I was stuck in the middle of them.
As I drove us home -Tara and I- she began a checklist on her iPhone of all the things we needed to achieve today to make the two weeks ahead, steady cruising. This included grocery shopping with the hundreds of dollars I was entrusted with, also chores which will be assigned on a rotation roster which include clothes washing and cooking. Now, I that I'm not scheduled to cook by myself because that generally always turns into a disaster.
For example, Last Easter I decided to be proactive and help mum out with the cooking. Upon being bombarded with the excitement of all the ingredients needed to make a dish, I became carried away and my mind was combined with a little of Jamie Oliver and Marie Curie (Subtract the radiation, add the scientist element), which led me to experiment with my materials. Long story short, it was a disaster and my mother has never let me cook again.
I didn't even touch the stove!
Considering we lived a fair bit away from the airport I succumbed to sucking in my pride and listening to Tara ramble about the designated rooms in which the boys will live in. At first she suggested that they were to share my parent's -well dad's unless this all goes well- room, which I immediately frowned upon. I mean, the boys can't tolerate being on the same planet let alone sharing to same room.
Then she suggested the couch vacancy, but once again I frowned. Two weeks on a couch is not suitable. I sighed with relief when she didn't mention that Luke and I were to share my parents bedroom, what a disaster that would be, considering there is only one bed. It didn't take a genius to work out that two intimate teenagers of opposites sexes in the same room would be a bad idea. You'd think that with all the money my father had we would have at least one guest room, but no, he isn't really a fan of having guests stay. Looks like he didn't think that plan out.
"What if Colton takes my room and I take mum and dad's room?" She suggested and it wasn't a bad idea. But then again, we were still stuck with Brooks.
"Where shall Luke sleep?" I asked and her forehead creased.
After some prominent thinking she spoke. "What if he takes your room and then you can share mum and dad's room with me?" Now that was a good idea.
"Great," I said smiling but then I remembered, my parent's bed mattress was stiff, extremely stiff and that was bad for Tara's back. Ever since she was little she always had a curved back and so we got her a mattress specifically designed for her back. Soft and comforting. Two nights on my parents bed and she would struggle to move, let alone attend her netball practices.
"But Tara, you're forgetting one thing in your plan. Your back, you wouldn't last a week on their bed. You'd be in so much pain and it would not be good for your spine." I told her and she groaned.
She lifted her legs and placed them on my dashboard. She twisted her ankles, cracking them as she did so and her converse sneakers blocked a portion of the glaring sun out. I would normally complain with the argument that she wasn't the one who cleaned my dash board so she should get rid of her shoes from it, but this arrangement was beneficial considering I was squinting as I drove which I no longer have to do.
She chewed violently on her piece of gum as though it was a tool to help her think better. She jerked her head towards me and glared, "Alex, I trust you and all but I don't trust Luke's hands. I don't want you sharing a room with him, you won't." She told me firmly and I nodded.
"Maybe the boys just have to suck it up and share the room." I sighed.
She shook her head, "That would drive them crazy and I do not want any unnecessary arguments. Plus two teenage boys sharing a bed? You're out of your mind." She stated and I nodded.
What were we going to do?
"You can share with Colton." I said knowing it was the only option.
"I wish but we both know that my bed would be too soft for him, he would sink in." It was true, I read some where that growing males should have a strong mattress as it is better for their growing bones and spine. I can't fathom the reason as to why, but apparently it is so.
"Well maybe Colton doesn't have to stay with us, I mean there isn't any room for him." I shrugged, hiding my smile.
"No Alex, dad trusts that Colton stays with us whether you like it or not. There is only one solution. You have to share mum and dad's bed with Colt." I shook my head at the thought. Was she crazy?
"No, trust me, there has to be another option." I said quickly.
She looked me dead in the eye. "Alex, there is no other way."
Brooks and I collected would not be happy, nor okay with this arrangement.
The moment I pulled into the driveway I instantly felt a chill. So many possibilities ran though my mind. My brain became a mind map, branching off on all the situations and ways possible that I could not end up sharing a room and bed with Colt. Finally, I worked my way around it and I came up with a suitable possibility.
"Why can't I share your bed?" I suggested to Tara and she slapped her head as though she had never thought of it.
"Well that's settled, I really didn't want you sleeping with Colt." She sighed and something gave me the impression that it wasn't because of me with a boy in a bed as an overprotective instinct but something completely different.
After unlocking the door I settled down at the kitchen bench and I began preparing the shopping list while Tara cleaned the bathroom so there was room on the vanity unit for the boys shaving cream and such, other than hairspray. I cross checked the fridge and wrote down the vegetables needed for the dishes Tara mentioned that were easy and tasty to make. In the middle of writing 'mince meat' there was a ring of the door bell.
"You get it Alex." Tara's voice drifted down from upstairs.
Grumbling to myself I advanced to the from door in which I opened. There standing in dark jeans and a red button down was Colt, carrying a backpack and a big brown paper bag. He offered me a smile which I rolled my eyes to, I mean come on, this guy publicly humiliated my boyfriend and we didn't even receive a sorry, then I find him in my bed and he acts all hurt. Screw him.
"Come in," I mumbled, making my way back to the kitchen which I noticed he was following me to.
"My mum gave me this bad for supplies." He stated, placing the brown paper bag on the kitchen bench.
I nodded but my eyes were glued to my notepad. In the corner of my eye I noticed he was just standing there, pretending to look around but he was just waiting for me to talk. I watched as he inhaled deeply before looking straight at me. Oh brother.
"Listen, Alex," So he didn't call me Ally, this was a change, "I'm really sorry for the formal, I never meant for you to get hurt. There is just this thing between Luke and I, you shouldn't have been stuck in the middle. But the thing is, I had no idea about Mikaela. I honestly didn't know that she was going to humiliate you like that, I would have stopped her if I had known."
"She came up with the whole idea of making the King and Queen and I saw it as an opportunity to make the public aware of Luke and his um...traits. Anyway, she thought it would be a great idea if you were Queen, she was genuinely smiling. I thought you'd look beautiful as a queen so I agreed. She said she'd get your tiara ready while I fixed Luke up. I didn't tell her my plan, she didn't tell me hers. I know it looked like I played along with your situation but I really didn't and I'm sorry."
I was at a lack of words after Colt's detailed speech. Was I supposed to believe that he had no idea about Mikaela's plan? That they weren't in it together? Because when I looked up at him and saw the guilt and honesty in his eyes I knew that he was telling the truth but I wish he didn't. I had to make amends if we were going to be sharing the house together so I accepted his apology. Then I also knew that I had to fix the troll dividing the friendship between the egocentric alpha males.
It is not it my place but it's the right thing to do. I know Luke won't be thrilled with the idea but I do not want a whole lot of arguments under my roof. I mean if the pair keep having to act the way they have been with the intense glowers then one of them will end up in jail with the other dead.
"I forgive you." I said softly and he smiled.
"Thank you Alex, I promise, I will not let you down." He sounded like a little kid who needed to earn my trust.
I simply nodded and returned to my list. After a few moments a sensor went off in my body. It was my Brooks' sensor and my whole body could depict and make itself aware of his presence.
"Hi." I heard him say though gritted teeth. I looked up and noticed he was wearing skinny jeans with a white shirt, he also was holding a back pack but his eyes were firmly planted on Colt's back. I walked towards him and rolled my eyes. Boys and their testosterone.
I hugged Brooks and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He held me tightly and his smell flooded my nose and I became intoxicated. I noticed something odd and it was that he twisted his pelvis away from my body. When I pulled away I sent him an odd look but he just smirked and shrugged. It was then that I looked down at his jeans and well, let's just say I was flattered.
"Boys, great you've arrived." I heard Tara say, snapping me out of my blush.
"Alex, why don't you go help Luke set up in mum and dad's room and I'll help Colt in yours." She said, smiling.
Hang on, wasn't Luke supposed to be staying in my room?
"I hope you don't mind me asking but how long have your parents had that bed for?" Brooks asked and I looked at him skeptically.
The bed itself they've had for years but it still looked new. One of Italy's finest furniture which was modern and never needed replacement.
"Longer than I've been alive." Tara said with a guess.
"With all due respect but I don't think I want to be sleeping in the room that my girlfriend was conceived in." Brooks really knew how to make me blush, didn't he?
"Luke, the sheets have been washed and changed multiple times since then." Tara said reasonably but he shook his head.
"Sorry, I'd rather not." He stated without fair point.
"Fine, Colton?" Tara asked, offering him the room but he waved his hand.
"Parent's rooms are a no go zone for me." He said, shuddering at the thought.
"Babies, the pair of you. Annabelle can act more reasonable than you." I stated and Brooks laughed at the short temper that I developed.
"You know what? Fine. Alex, you take mum and dad's bed and the boys can share your room." Two boys in my bed. No way.
"I am not sharing a room with him." Colt said slowly. I swear, these boys were going to get a punch in the face soon.
"You two are acting like little kids. Suck it up." I said and the boys looked taken aback.
"I can just take the couch." Colt suggested.
"Fine by me." Luke said smugly.
"No one is taking the couch." Tara's voice was firm, strong and some what scary. "This is how it is. Luke you take Alex's room, Alex you take mum and dad's room, I will take my own. Colton, you can either bunk with me which I don't think will be comfortable for you, or you can bunk with either Alex or Luke." Not this suggestion again.
"He isn't bunking with Teddy." Luke said firmly, folding his arms over his chest.
"Her name is Alex, asshole." Colt spat.
"And that's a door, use it, asshole." Luke shot back.
"Enough!" I shouted. "It's settled, you two share the room considering Luke wont allow Colt to share, that's final." I had had enough of their bickering.
"I'm taking the bed." Luke called shot gun.
Colt clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth before muttering, "Asshole."
I unfolded my arms which I subconsciously folded and I walked towards Brooks. I gripped hold of his muscly bicep and dragged him up the stairs which he did so quickly. When we reached my room I noticed Tara had stripped my old bed sheets off and she had placed new and clean bed sheets on the mattress for me to put on.
"Hi," He said, knowing my anger.
"Hi," I said slowly,
"I'm really sorry Al, I was a dick." At least he can admit me.
"Yeah, you were." I agreed and he smiled.
"Is there like a mattress that he can use?" Brooks asked, feeling slightly guilty.
"An air mattress would not be a sustainable bed for two weeks." I retorted, as I began to fix the bed with Luke's help.
"I'm not getting into bed with him." His words were laced with venom.
"Luke, can you try to be nice for two weeks. Please, for me." I used 'for me' as a persuasive mechanism in hope that if Brooks really cared about me, he would do this.
"For you." He dead panned and I smiled.
"But I'm still not sharing this bed with him." He said as a condition.
"Fine, he can take my parents bed." I agreed.
"Why can't you bunk with me?" He asked as if it were crazy that this arrangment hadn't been suggested earlier.
I raised an eyebrow, "I think we both know why."
"No, I don't think I do." He said, playing dumb.
"Because, you know. You and me, bed. Easy math." I said gulping after I finished talking.
I didn't notice that he made his way around my bed and was now right in front of me. He towered over my body, his hand trailing up and down my arm gently. My heart beat picked up as his chest was so very close to mine. He began to lean in and I craned my neck up. Our lips hovered so very close to each other before we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"Alex, Tara instructed that we need to go to the store to get groceries." Colt said, standing awkwardly at my bed room door.
"Um, yeah, okay." I said awkwardly before squeezing Luke's arm and moving away.
Colt moved so I could walk past him, where I raced down stairs to get the shopping list. I gestured for him to leave and he did so. I noticed he had the keys to his car in his hands so I assumed he was driving. Colt had a nice porche. No eighteen year old needed such an expensive car but that's not what his parents thought.
The drive to the shops was quiet. We listened to the tune of Temper Trap and little effort for conversation was made on both parts. When we entered Coles, I picked up a carry basket and moved my way around the aisles, retrieving anything on my list.
"Hey pretty girly." I long slurred voice said from behind me.
I looked in my peripheral vision to see if he was talking to me and sure enough he was. This man may be in his thirties, scruffy beard, and he was drunk off his face. The stench of alcohol was so strong, just radiating off his body. He looked scary, kind of like the criminals that you see on all those crime shows similar to Law and Order.
He was scaring me, his hand gripping onto my skin. I gulped and my heart beats pace was running one hundred miles an hour. All the what ifs where spiraling in my mind. Where will this go? What will happen? Knowing that he's drunk made me aware of the fact that he, himself was most likely not aware of his own actions. I needed to get out of his grip and away from him, fast.
"Excuse me." I excused but he wasn't making an attempt to move nor allowing me to.
"I don't think so girly." He drawled and now I was terrified.
"Let go of her," The deep and now saving voice of Colt boomed. I silently thanked who ever was listening that I was to be saved.
"I don't think so big fella, I reckon I'm gonna keep her, and lick her all over." I was vulnerable and I felt unclean. I didn't want to be there, I didn't want it to happen. All I wanted was the warm comforting smell of Luke's arms.
"Colt," I whispered in fear but he was already on it. Grabbing hold of the man's shoulder he pulled the man away from me. He whispered a firm word in his ear before punching the guy in the gut.
"GO." Colt said in a whisper/shout and soon we were zooming around the store like crazy people. I was so scared still but Colt took control. It was like I wasn't even there anymore, I was in a daze still seeing the man's face each time I blinked.
I was thinking, what if Colt wasn't there, what would have happened?
I didn't notice we were at the counter, Colt dealt with the money and he walked me back to the car. "Thank you, thank you for being there." I whispered sincerely.
"I wish I could have punched him in the face but they have security cameras." At his words I laughed slightly. Never have I ever been so grateful of Colt.
"I wouldn't have let anything happen to you." He said after we drove. I stared longingly out the window and allowed his words to repeat in my head. So Colt does care.
At dinner I told Brooks what happened and he was furious to say the least. He was angry and jealous that he wasn't there and Colt was. I couldn't blame him, he has always been protective of me so I understood. Tara made a delicious spaghetti which was finished between the four of us. I hadn't realized that Tara was such a good cook so when I complimented her I was more surprised to find that Brooks cooked the sauce.
"I take home economics," He stated smugly. Classic Brooks.
I collected the plates and glasses and began staking the dishwasher. "Hey," Brooks soft voice travelled behind me.
His hands snaked around my waist and he kissed my neck. "i'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I promise, I will always be." I heard him mutter into the fabric of my shirt.
"I know." I whispered back.
"I am going to have to go out for a bit. But I'll be home as soon as possible." He said in a way that gave me the idea that he didn't want me to ask where he was going but I really needed to know.
"Where are you going?" I inquired with my head tilted.
"I'll be home before you know it." He ignored my question and soon he left the kitchen and was out of the house.
"Where is he going?" Tara asked, packing the left over spaghetti away.
"He didn't say." I answered, feeling somewhat hurt.
"Oh, i'm sure he just went to see his mum or something." Tara answered in attempt to comfort.
"Or something." I muttered.
It was eleven at night before I fell asleep. My eyes were drooping but I promised myself to stay awake. Brooks still hadn't arrived home and to say I was worried was an understatement. There was debate over where Colt would sleep but he said since Luke wasn't showing up that he should get the bed.
The house was sound asleep, Colton in my bed and Tara in her own. I was scared out of my mind when I was woken by a phone call at 3am. My mind raced over all the possibilities while I answered.
"Alex." His voice was hoarse and it scared the crap out of me.
"Where are you Luke?" I pestered, my eyes now wide open in the dark room.
"I'm at the police station."
"What?" I screamed.
"Alex, just please come and bail me out. I'll explain on the car ride home." He answered.
"I should call your mum, wake Tara." I said quickly, thinking aloud.
"No," He yelled. "Don't call my mum, don't wake anyone please, I just need you." It was obvious that he was stressed and I was freaking out. I hauled myself out of my parents bed and walked towards my cupboard.
"I'm coming." I told him before hanging up. I got changed and crawled out of the house.
What kind of trouble has this boy gotten into?