There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 2. Fresh Meat and Rotten Romance.

I am currently editing this chapter for mistakes. 

24 Hours Earlier…

“Evan, breakfast is almost ready. Get your lard ass down here!”

“I’m coming.” I shouted back from upstairs in my room. “Damn, I’m Hot.” I muttered jokingly to myself, taking one last long glance in the mirror.

“Evan Joseph Harris, get down here now!” Mom’s stern voice called, practically echoing through the entire house; or at least loud enough to reach my room.

“Coming.” I carefully replied, not wanting  to sound annoyed and get the horns. I grabbed my backpack and ran down the stairs into the kitchen where the females of my household were lounging; or more so Evelyn. 

Mom was at the stove making something that smelled hypnotizing-ly amazing. “What have you been doing up there all is time?”

I looked over at my mom as I flopped into one of the chairs at the table.  “Getting ready for school.” I responded matter-of-factly; as if the answer was too obvious to even respond to her.  

Mom looked back to roll her eyes but spun back before anything caught fire and we had to move…again. I took the moment to look to my left and glance at Evelyn.

She was wearing a low cut t-shirt with a short, pink mini skirt and I could not help but shiver, “Any particular reason you’re dressed like a two dollar hooker?”

Her jaw nearly came unhinged as the sharp breath of air escaped through her lips. “Mom, did you hear what Evan just said to me??” She demanded, outraged; her brown, chocolaty eyes bubbling with both embarrassment and shock. 

Oddly, Mom didn’t enjoy my sniping remarks as much as I thought she would. She turned around, with her own pair of brown eyes squinted in my direction. “Evan, stop saying those kinds of things about your sister.” She scolded before turning to look Evelyn over.

Her  ‘judgy’ face had yet to leave. “And Ev dear, you do kind of look cheap.”

“Oh My God, my mother just called me a hooker!”

I snickered and rested my head on the counter. I was exhausted and rightfully so. The past few weeks of moving from home in Colorado to DC wasn’t as thrilling as I had imagined.

Sarcasm.

The last thing I wanted to do after moving around a pile of heavy ass boxes was go to school. A New School. 

Wasn’t moving me from everything I knew enough?

“I didn’t call you a hooker.” Mom finally answered, “but you could go and change into something a little less revealing.” she suggested, resting the plates of bacon and eggs on the table.

And, while usually I paced myself while eating, I couldn’t possibly have stopped myself from digging into the food as soon as it arrived. Eating Ramen noodles for the passed six nights’ll do that to a guy.

Mom backed rightfully – smartly- slowly, away and took off her mittens before sitting on the left hand side of me. “What’s so important about starting high school anyway?”

A strand of bacon was still hanging out of my mouth when my head snapped over to her.  “Everything.” Both me and Ev said in a strange unified response.

 Did she not know that freshman year at high school was akin to hell for teenagers? That those doors that led into that purgatory was worse than being doused with gasoline and being lit on fir?

Did she not watch Degrassi?.

 Everything had to be perfect: hair, clothes, body, eye color. And I may be exaggerating but how many people were defined by the first weird quick about them? 

“Mom, high school is a teenager’s first everything.” I said and Ev nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah mom. Evan’s right; high school is the most important thing up to this point and the first day is even more important.” She flipped her flat ironed brunette hair over her shoulder and got up to adjust her shirt.

“You know, if your shirt were anymore low cut, those fun bags will pop out.”

She glared at me before spitefully huffing and exiting the kitchen. I looked at mom with a sad face and she raised an eyebrow. “Do we have to say we’re related?”

“Yes, she’s your twin sister.”

I gave those puppy dogs and a pout. And, like she always did, she folded her arms over her chest. “That’s not working Evan; you will not deny family.”

I allowed the most pretentious scoff I could muster up echo pass my lips, “You deny Aunt Shirley!”

She mocked my response and added an eye roll. “That’s only because she slept with my boyfriend in high school.”

“That was like 100 years ago!” I cried mockingly. “Why can’t you just let it go?”

“It was not 100 years ago and I did let it go. I just decide not to talk to her; it’s a choice.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Right…” I trailed, sipping on the orange juice she shoved in my direction. “Dad would tell me I could.” I muttered, only half-spiteful. “When is he getting back anyway?”

“He’s coming from his business trip Thursday and he wouldn’t let you disown your sister.” She replied before pausing. “…At least at don’t think he would.”

 “Can you drop us now mom, we might be late.” Evelyn asked as she reentered the kitchen with her phone in one hand and her bag in the other.  She also heeded our warnings and changed into something a bit more conservative but kept her heels.

The older female nodded her head and grabbed her keys off of the counter behind her; standing to her feet before grabbing her purse that sat next to it.  

As usual, both I and Evelyn raced to the car and as usual we fought over who deserved the front seat of our mom’s Jeep Cherokee.

She placed a hand at her hip, “You got to sit i the front seat when we drove here from the airport while I was squashed in the back of the car with the clothes!”

 “Your clothes!” I barked back. “You’re fifteen for God’s sake. What the hell do you need seven drawers of clothes for; you don’t even have boobs yet!”

She squeaked out a gasped and defended-ly grabbed her bosom, “I so do have a chest.” She retorted with childlike animation before turning to mom,whom of which, watched us with a bored expression on the other side of the silver jeep.

Just as she opened her mouth to complain, I bumped her with the side of my butt and she practically flew to the ground.  She’s no match for my butt power!

She looked up; eyes wide and mouth agape. “That’s not fair, your ass is huge!”  She yelled getting up off the ground. 

I smacked said huge ass, “And fabulous.”

“Will you two be quiet and get in the car please?” Mom finally scolded and crawled into her seat as well.

 One obnoxious Car ride later

 “I’ll pick you guys up at three; try not to kill each other.”

“Can’t promise that…” I muttered and Evelyn stuck out her tongue as she closed her door.

Mom rolled her eyes before rolling up the glass and drove off.

And we kind of just stood there. Exactly at the beginning of a stony walkway to the entrance of what I was hoping was high school. The shear size of the building suggested that it could have been a college or something.

Big flags, some statue of a guy holding the American flag. The school’s flag. I was starting to notice a theme. 

But I digress.

People were hugging one another, reacquainting and sitting on the lawn while others, like us were standing awkwardly watching them; freshman I assumed.

“So what do we do now?” I asked Ev and her only response was a condescending scoff. 

“I don’t care what you do; I’m going to find some cool kids to hang out with.” She quipped before briskly walking  away in her 4 inch heels all while trying to flag down some girls.

I sighed and began my walk into Tartus and I had to admit, this whole thing was scarily intimidating. I had never seen so many kids in one place besides Disney World.

Inside was just as – if not slightly more – scarier than the outside. At least there was sunshine and blue skies on the outside. Behind the double doors that led into the building, there was just a hall filled to the brim with all kinds of different kids. Tall and short, black, white and Asian..the whole 9.

“Locker 359.” I mumbled to myself, looking down at the piece of paper that was crumpled up in my pocket all while trying to avoid hitting into anyone.

And, after my adventure through this wilderness and I finally found my locker (only took three staircases, two janitors and a very a very confusing student guide) I finally found the right locker.

“Is this how Jesus felt?” I muttered amusingly to myself as I tried to open the locker’s door. Emphasis on try.

 Because, like everything in my life, it wasn’t working. And it wasn’t until the bell’s shrill sound filled the air and the halls started to decrease in population that I noticed just how long I was trying to open it. At one point, I banged my head the door and earned weird looks from people passing by.

Great now they already think I’m a freak.

“Damnit Open!” I shouted and banged my head against it repeatedly.

“Is…everything okay?” Someone questioned, sounding a tone somewhere meshed between genuine concern and amusement.

I turned around quickly with my hair over my eyes and look at the boy standing there. He was at least 3 inches taller, had darkly colored eyes and was wearing a sheepish smile.

 All I could do laugh nervously and point to my locker. “It seems my demon locker doesn’t want to open.”

He nodded, “Did you try the combination?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” I blurted rather unconsciously and retracted as soon as the words  had escaped me.

But he didn’t freak out in the slightest; he simply shrugged and took the paper out of my hands before turning back to the locker. “I’m telling you it’s not gonna—“

Smack!

Before I could even see it coming, the harsh steal door crashed right into my face and I was knocked to the floor – on my ass no less – and the pain sent me into a spin.

“Oh My God are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m alright, My nose always bleed like this.” I bit.

He helped me up and I tried to see straight while still holding my nose.

“Damn boy, you seem to be a ray of bad luck.”

Oh he doesn’t know the half of it.

“Well, I am prone to it. I’m like a big bad luck magnet.” I agreed, keeping my head elevated.

“Let me take you to the nurse’s office.” He suggested and I was in no condition to disagree.

And so I sat in the nurse’s station while everyone else was invited back to school by the Principal in the gym. All I could do was listen to the loud cheers of the students and faculty as the plump and short nurse fixed my nose. Luckily, it wasn’t broken but it still ached like a mofo. 

“You can go now, and try to stay clear of any swinging objects this time.”  She mocked with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, Yeah.” I mumbled and got up off of the table and headed out the door. Carefully…

As I exited the room and turned, I bumped into someone and  immediately flew back, being mindful of my bruised nose.

“Oh I’m sorry…” I trailed off once I noticed who it was.

“Evan?” his deep voice sounded too surprised. I was sure he knew by now I transferred here. 

The voice was the only thing I needed to hear before the pit of my stomach flipped over. And not in the cutesy butterfly-y way. “What do you want Danny?” I dead-panned, not even pretending that I was the least bit happy to see him and simply opted to push pass him.

 On the list of reasons why I didn’t want to move, the fact that Danny Asiago – the slightly tall, all-black-everything loner in middle school – was going to this school and me inevitably running into him was pretty damn high on it. 

I could hear his quiet footsteps follow me down the hall and before I knew it, his hand had gripped my shoulder and spun me around to face him, his cold blue eyes and dark fringe. “I want you back.” I snorted and spun back around only to be man-handled again. “I’m serious, Evan.”

“And I was seriously snorting.” I quipped. “You don’t deserve it quite frankly.” 

“I’m sorry Evan. I slipped up.” He regret-ably admitted.  That’s not working this time.

“Yes, you did slip up. Four times.” I barked and made sure to put emphasis on the ‘four’. “I may have put up with the first three and I may have tolerated your ridiculous surname, but I’m not going to be the idiot again.” 

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“Yeah, Yeah tell it to Kyle, or Dave or maybe Steve…or was his name Joe?” I sarcastically hummed.  “I really don’t know.” 

“Don’t be like that. I know you still have feeling for me.”

I see being dumped still had no effect on his arrogance. And if I’m honest, it’s was one of the traits why I loved him. He was bossy, rude, cocky and an absolute dickhead. Now those may seem like horrible traits but it hooked me in and I fell for him.

I blame RomComs. 

“You’re right, I do still have feelings for you,” he smiled and chuckled lightly and I returned it but it soon dropped. “You’re right; they include hate, resentment, anger, stupidity, angst, hate, wrath, betrayal, hate, did I mention hate cause I’m feeling a whole lot of hate.” 

I spun back around and walked off and luckily, he decided not to follow.

“You’ll see Evan, I’ll get you back!” He shouted when I got far enough to still hear him without hitting him. 

“Don’t hold your breath!” I shouted back before rethinking my response, “As a matter of fact, do hold your breath!” I launched at him while entering the cafeteria.

Yup, the cafeteria. That blow to the nasal cavity wasn’t all that serious, but the nurse didn’t want to take any chances. 

I scanned it over and tried to find Evelyn but to no avail. Either she had gotten lost on her way here or she was still trying to suck up to the popular crowd. 

“Hey!” a voice called and on instinct, my eyes raced over to a table seated in the far right corner of the busy room where the guy who almost killed me was sitting with a group of others.

He smiled and waved his hands, ushering me over. As reluctant that I would admit to being, (getting to know people just wasn’t one my stronger character traits) I still walked over.

I didn’t want to be that guy without any friends who just awkwardly stands around before moving to a table by himself with the sad music playing while he bit into his orange and drank his milk.

I have been watching to many Teen feel-good films.

The guy smiled and patted the seat next to him, “Do you want to sit with us?” 

“I’ll be happy to.” I said with a fake smile and sat across from some chick with multi-colored hair and seemingly, a fetish for erasable tattoos. “What’s your name?”

I cocked a brow. Her voice wasn’t nearly as satanic as I pictured it would be in my head. “Evan…Harris.”

She smiled and extended her hand over the table. “I’m Kimberly-Anne Davis, but my friends just call me Kim or Kimmy.” she greeted as i took the hand she offered.

My attention turned to the guy next to her. He had these strikingly dark brown eyes that were  complimented by his equally chocolaty brown skin.

He smiled and cocked his head slightly. “I’m Chris.”

“As in Chris Brown?” I joked and his smile faded.

“What, you said that because I’m black? ”He accused.

My face flushed and I found myself scrambling to find words. “What, oh no I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What you have something against black people now? You think we’re all woman beaters or something?”

“Oh no, no I love black people, GO Martin Luther King!” I shouted standing up with my fist in the air and earned a few odd stares from others in the room.

Once I noticed I was attracting attention, I sunk back into my seat slowly only to find the guy laughing. “Dude, I was kidding.”he snickered and threw the other guy a high five. 

“I’m Bobby.” locker-guy finally introduced himself,  and I coulnd’t help but snicker at his name.

He frowned a bit and raised an eyebrow. “What’ so funny?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just that I have never met a Bob, or a Bobby before. I was starting to think that either they all were dead or my parents just made it up.” 

His smile came rushing back and he threw an arm over my shoulder. “Dude, we’re going to get along great.”

 Well at least I found friends; a diverse group to say the least.

“How did you two meet?” Kimmy asked and both me and Bobby look at one another and laughed.

“Well, he nearly took my nose clean off of my face.” I answered. Her eyes widened and Bobby laughed louder.

“Well, if I didn’t then you wouldn’t be sitting with us.” He said, punching me playfully in the arm.

“Yeah, lucky me right?” I snorted. 

“Are you guys going to that welcome back party tonight?” Chris asked while stuffing a piece of pie in his mouth.

“Totally.” Both Bobby and Kimmy cheered in unison fist pumping. They all turned to me and I shook my head.

“No, I don’t do parties.”

“Oh come on, it’s just one party.” Bobby assured and Chris nodded.

“And we’ll be with you the entire time.” Kim smiled.

I didn’t want to lose the first set of people I met so I caved in and nodded a quick ‘yes’. “Fine.” I huffed and they all cheered. “So where is this party?”

Kim went into her pocket and pulled out a piece of crumpled paper. “It’s 583 Lockhart Street.”

I took out a pen from my bag and wrote it, but as I repeated to to myself, I noticed something interesting.  “583 Lockh…” Very interesting. “This is my address!” I shrieked. 

What the hell was going on? When did this happen? I didn’t  say there was a party! So that only left one culprit. 

Chris raised a brow, “You’re throwing the party?”

“No, but I know the hag who is.” I steamed and got up from my seat and headed to the exit.

I stormed down the halls and stared down everything moving thing with boobs and dark hair. It wasn’t long until I find her talking to some trick and had to snatch her by her wrist to pull her away from him. 

Dragging her into an empty class, I slammed the door and turned to face with with my hands folded tightly over my chest.

She was wearing a deep seated scowl and had her hands glued to her waist, “What the hell was that, you dick!”

“What the hell is this I am hearing about a party?” I countered.

Her face relaxed almost immediately as a wave of excitement washed over it. “We, the Harris’ are throwing the back to school party!” she cheered.

I was less than enthused. “Look, we can’t have a party at our house. What will Mom say?”

“Mom is going to be gone for two days; we’re in the clear baby twin bro.” She replied, leaning lazily against one of the desks. 

“Ev that’s not the point, teenagers destroy everything they touch, it’s in their nature. Look at MTV! First it was music videos and now it’s just wolfs and pregnant people.”

She scoffed “Teen Wolf is a good show.” 

I thought, “I mean, yeas it does right amount of gore and I guess the romance isn’t as unbearable as it can be  and humor and the actors…what are we talking about?? That’s beside the point.”

“That point being?”

“That teenagers destroy everything. Mom’s house will be a mess. Then she’ll kill us. Then dad will come home, resurrect us to scream at us and then kill us again!”

She roller her eyes and leaned up off of the table and strutted over to me.“Don’t worry about it bro.” She said and rested a hand on my shoulder.

I shook that hand off, “Every time you say don’t worry, I worry more; you’re not capable of keeping things under control.”

She scoffed, “Everything is going to be fine. The house his going to  be fine, we’re going to be fine.” She smirked, “Besides, have ever let you down?”

“Yes.”

Part TWOOO 😛

4/12/13.  I will (finally) be editing this story because quite frankly, it’s not that good from a grammatical stand point. I’m editing two chapters a day starting with this one. Chapter 3 and 4 are tomorrow. I’m making everything past tense and fixing errors, plot holes, etc., etc. If you are annoyed by the change in tense in the upcoming chapters, I suggest you add it to your ‘read later’ libraries or bookmark where you left off and wait until “[Editing]” is removed from the description and “[Revised]” takes its place. It should only take me about two weeks or less  to complete the entire thing.

 Side note: I grooooaaned so many times when I was rewriting this! It’s so embarrassing some of the stuff I wrote back then. D: