Chapter 5

I have always been a mean jerk who never really understood snake porn and it just didn't make any sense to me! But do you know what I know? I am very possessive about my sister. Doesn't matter if she's mean to me or bitchy or arrogant, I can't see her hurt and cry—Especially over some asshole. He didn't have to say all that to her, it wouldn't kill to be polite or at least normal. Anna cried a lot that night. I could hear her crying from my room and I couldn't sleep. I wish I was stronger, so that I could punch him right in his face. But I had enough.

Next morning, I picked up that damned blue hoodie from her room and ran to the school. Anna didn't come to school that day. I looked into his class, he wasn't there so I waited till lunch break. He was still not there but people said they saw him.

"I want to kill Brandon Johnson, where will I find him?" I asked Johnny Tedson. I met him in the hallways with his friend, Jerome Weaste, a second year at Kerlin County High.

"Population explosion is an issue so I approve of killing," Johnny said.

"Bro what?" Jerome, his black friend said. I saw him at that rap battle too. It was the same guy who was talking to those seniors. It seemed Jerome knew Brandon from the football team. He said he saw him going to the terrace.

I ran towards the terrace with his hoodie and banged open the door. It produced a horrible sound which almost freaked me out!

"HEY!" I yelled. Now that I think about it, why do I always enter in a similar style? That ass (Brandon=That ass) sat there with a fruit juice can.

"Hi Kate" He smiled, "Oh? Is that my hoodie you have?"

"Yes,"

"How nice. You came to return it?"

I took a lighter from my pocket and set it on fire. I threw it on the floor, "Suck that!"

He smiled and slowly got up.

"Let it be. Anna had it. Who knows what it has been through, I was going to burn it anyways,"

I grabbed his collar, "My sister is not like that!"

"So, what is she like?" He came closer to me.

"Well, she is mean but she won't masturbate to jerks like you!" I moved back, "She's not a creep like you and—"

"And?" I was finally cornered and he pressed his hands on the wall behind me. His hoodie burned beside us.

"I have hated you ever since she told me you shagged her—You were like fourteen back then—"

"Wait—What? I shagged her?" He seemed surprised.

"You didn't?" Did she lie to me again?

"Anna just likes attention. I haven't shagged anybody,"

"Oh, but you still hurt her!"

"Kate, I've been hurt too. You think Anna likes me? We barely know each other. I'm not even her type. She just dated me cause I was available."

I looked into his eyes, "And we were just progressing towards a more sexual relationship. Like no strings attached. It felt wrong. I realized it's not me. That this relationship won't last so I didn't want to drag it on. I had to put an end to it. It's better for both of us. I know it'll hurt her but she'll get over it. I need to be a bit rough on her since she's so clingy,"

I didn't know what to say. He was so mature. I felt guilty that I came at him without knowing both parts of the story. Why was I so immature?

"I'm sorry for yelling at you,"

He laughed, "It's okay. You're always yelling either ways,"

"I—" He's not wrong. I touched the tips of my shirt and looked at my feet. He sniffed my hair, "You used soap?"

"Yeah, I'm out of shampoo and I forget to buy it everyday. My sister borrowed the last bottle I had," He pressed his hand over my head, "Did you use the lip balm I gave you?"

Wait—Where is this going? I pushed him away, "No! I'm not using it! I'm not a girl, I don't need it, you gay and straight jerk!"

"Gay and straight?"

"Since you like girls—You're straight and you like guys so you're gay. Boom—Gay and straight!"

"Pftt" He burst laughing.

"What's so funny?! I forgot what's the scientific name of that sexuality!"

"You're such a nerd," He laughed.

"I'm not!"

"You didn't do the skincare routine this morning?" The hoodie had burnt to ashes by then. I swallowed my saliva, "No,"

"Why Kate?"

"Because I was late,"

"Can't be helped," He took a bottle of sunscreen from his bag, "Here you go. At least put some sunblock,"

"No thanks—" He grabbed my arm, "I'll put it for you then,"

"FUCK OFF! I'LL DO IT BY MYSELF!" I snatched the sunblock and threw gallons of it on my face. It made me paler, "You look like white finger jello," He licked his tongue.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop spreading the gay germs!" He hugged me and I shrieked.

"So, are these many germs enough to make you gay?" He looked at me and I reached my bag. I took my deodorant from my bag. "Ha! You thought? I'm equipped! There goes my gay away spray!" I sprayed it at him and he laughed.

"Now, we both smell the same, Kate,"

It backfired!

"I'm..." What should I say? "I'm bullshit," Congratulations Kate, now you're a certified retard. What the fuck was I even saying?! Shut up—Me! He laughed at my stupidity and moved a little away from me "Okay bullshit, nice to meet you. I'm Brandon. Have you eaten lunch yet?" He asked.

"Can shit eat?"

"Well, you can," Why does he do this? Why is he so good at wordplay?

"I—No, are you trying to bribe me into gay?" I said. I mean, come on! You can't turn fuck boys into gentlemen by giving people food.

"What if I say I'm just giving you a treat? A really good one" He said with that 'fuck boy' smile. Never trust a man who wanna give you free treats—That too—Really good ones.

"Do you like cream?" He asked.

". . . Please don't talk about gay sex"

"Actually, let us talk about gay sex,"

"What—NO—" He took his juice can and suddenly inserted the straw in my mouth. I choked on the juice. I almost died for those five second until he finally pulled away.

"How is it?" He said.

"I CHOKED!"

"On a straw?"

"OF COURSE, IDIOT! YOU HIT ME RIGHT ON MY UVULA!"

"Small things are choking hazard,"

"FUCK YES THEY ARE!"

"Next time, let's try something bigger,"

"You've bigger straws?"

He grinned as he sipped the juice next, "How should I put it? It's not a straw exactly but yeah, it'll give you some juice too when you suck on it,"

What the fuck? Why am I so intellectually unaware?

What—That was an indirect kiss! FUCK YOU, BRANDON JOHNSON!

I decided not to run into him again. Whenever I meet him, he always does something weird. I went back home and treated my hair with vinegar and baking soda. Smelled like shit but I had to do that to remove all the green from my blonde hair. It was late night till I was done. After washing up, I did some skincare that ass (Brandon=that ass) had given and then I decided to go out. I had to buy some purple shampoo. No more yellow or green!

I went to a convenience store near the petrol pump and got it from there. We usually don't find the purple shampoo at drugstores so either I order it online or come here. When I came out, I saw some guys fighting with the employees of the petrol pump and littering around. I decided to mind my own business. Things like this are common around here, not Cali but the entire States. It was growing noisy and finally I snapped, "CAN YOU DOGS STOP BARKING!? FUCKING CUNTS OUT HERE ON TRASH HUNT!"

Oh shit.

They turned and looked at me. They seemed well built with tattoos all over their body and metal chains or knives around their necks, "Hey brat, what did you just call us?"

Oh shit! They reached me and stood right before me. One of them had a beer can in his hand.

"Look at this girly face shit," They laughed at me.

I smirked, "At least I look human enough, not like shaved pussies,"

You know what I had coming, a blow on my face. I dodged them and ran away. What a way to fuck your evening! Can't my mouth mind its own business?! They got on their bikes and cars and chased me. I wanted to cry, honestly.

But I was not like any other blonde! I knew my ways. I ran into the police station and SAFE! They just disappeared behind me. There was no one chasing me anymore. I told the policemen that I was lost. They dropped me home. I came back home in a police car and dabbed as I opened the door. I closed the door. The house was dark. People literally slept ignoring the fact that I was gone! I could've died and these people would've assumed that I went on an eternal vacation.

But then I heard mom and dad clap in their room, "Heh, they are proud of me," I climbed the stairs and then stopped, "Wait what?"

Those gangsters lay on the streets with broken arms and legs. One of them opened their eyes and looked above. Two guys stood above him. He couldn't see their faces in the dark, just their eyes shining under the dim streetlight. One of them had purple eyes and smoked a cigarette, the other one had green eyes and had held a camera with him.

"Hey," They looked at him, "You hittin' kids now?"

"Who are you?" The gangster asked.

"Chad wanna be shitted. Need I say more?"

"You don't say,"

"What?" He felt a kick on his face and passed out.

-To be continued