by Riley, Alexa
I shake my head and go to make myself something to eat even though I don't feel hungry anymore. I can’t believe Cyrus almost kissed me. Grrr. My stupid freaking brother.
Derick starts rambling on about what they should do today, not noticing the tension in the room. I peek over at Cyrus every now and then, but he still has that pissed look on his face. He keeps looking over at me, but I have no idea of what to make of it. It’s putting me on edge.
I eat my food standing at the counter.
“You wanna come with us, Sammy?” Derick asks.
“What?” I got lost in my thoughts about Cyrus for a moment while I was eating.
After I thought about it more, the almost kiss is a good thing. At least I know he’s into me. Now I just have to get him alone so we can talk about this. We only have a few days left before he heads out. Thoughts of writing to him while he’s away have a smile forming on my lips.
“You wanna go to the beach with us?” Derick says. “I need to remind all these boys around here that I’ll fucking kill them if they start messing with you. Doesn't matter I’m not around. I’ll still find out, and when I come back I’ll kick their asses.”
I shake my head. His comment is nothing new.
“I’ll go change.” Cyrus stands before I can answer Derick.
“Yeah, let me go grab some stuff,” I say before I lick the syrup off my lips and watch Cyrus leave the room.
“I need a shower,” Derick says and leaves next.
I drop everything into the sink. I’ll wash the dishes when we get back.
I head towards my room to pack a beach bag. I should probably pack a picnic basket, too. Maybe Derick will meet some girl on the beach and leave Cyrus and me to be alone. A day at the beach with him sounds perfect.
I enter my room but stop when I see Cyrus is there pacing back and forth. I shut the door quickly and my heartbeat picks up. Maybe he’s going to kiss me now. I smile, but it drops away when his eyes meet mine and he stops pacing.
“That shit cannot happen again,” he says in a low voice.
I swallow hard and feel a lump start to form in my throat. But I push it away and focus on the anger that’s rising in my chest.
“What happened to not cursing around me?”
“This isn't a game, Sammy. You’re sixteen.”
I straighten my spine. “You were going to kiss me,” I grit out. “That wasn't one-sided. Plus, I turn seventeen next week.”
His breathing grows heavy and I can tell he’s fighting with himself about what to say next.
“You stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you. We only have a few more days to make it through,” he finally says.
“Get out of my room,” I tell him and open the door. He stands there for a second before he nods his head and walks toward the open door. He stops when he’s next to me.
“Put on a fucking shirt.” I see red, but he’s already out the door, so I slam it behind him.
I’m so mad I want to scream. “Fuck you, Cyrus Walsh. I’ll make sure you don’t have to spend one more second around me.”
Little did I know he wasn't going to make that an easy task…
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