Chapter 9
Noah Gerald Sky
Eenie Meenie

        A warm arm is draped across my chest, the sun glinting through the big windows of my room. Chelsie's warm body is pressed against mine, making me feel fuzzy. I look at her sleeping figure, her eyes are shut softly. She looks like an angel. A very beautiful angel. But as I continue to look at her, I feel not the same like I usually did when we woke up after sex, or after we slept. The burn is not there, but it's flicking, trying to ignite and blaze. Last night was really great. It made me forget Gloss. I don't know why I was frustrated about Gloss. I guess the fact that Kevin and him are being buddy-buddy sent me to the edge. I nuzzle my nose in the crook of Chelsie's neck, inhaling her scent, which is a combination of melon perfume and soap.

        Looking at the clock that is above the room's door, it's already 7:12am. Pushing Chelsie lightly, she lets out a groan and her brows twitch. I shake her, waking her up. She whines and her eyelids flutter, revealing her beautiful eyes.

        "Morning, babe." She chirps groggily, smiling up at me as she gets up out of bed.

        "Good morning," I say, kissing her temple. I receive a soft chuckle at her. Her phone dings and she grabs it, checking. She raises an eyebrow at her phone and looks at me.

        "Thanks for waking me up, babe." She says as she walks towards me to hug me. "Mom needs me to go home. See ya' later?" She asks as she picks up her clothes that are scattered on the floor. I nod at her and she wears the clothes, gives me a peck on the lips, and goes off.

        Sighing, I pick my uniform and lay it on my bed, then head inside the bathroom to take a hot shower. As the water splashes me, cascading down my body, I get to think peacefully. The questions I want to answer. Why am I jealous of Kevin being buddy-buddy with Gloss? Do I want their buddy-buddy treating to happen to Gloss and I? Since that incident in my bedroom, the tube ice indicent, my head has been constantly flashing images of Gloss. He smelled great. Good. Gloss was underneath me, feeling uncomfortable. I freeze in shock. Just the thought of Gloss being underneath me is making me aroused. My dìck is now twitching, ready to stand straight. Fuck. I turn the hot shower into cold, to ease this aroused feeling. God, I cannot be aroused by the thought of Gloss, much less my step-brother! After my shower, my dìck returns to its natural state; hanging, lifeless. I sigh. I wear my uniform and head downstairs, the maids have prepared peanut butter breads and I eat happily. Then I go to school.

        As I step out of my car, I see Gloss' friend, Kaila, leaning down on her red car as she talks to someone on the phone. The first class is going to start. What is she doing? Why is she not going inside the school? Ready to tap her, I freeze mid-step and eavesdrop. I have heard Kevin's name.

        "Damn," she says, stressing the world. "Kevin and Gloss were hot. They made out. It was so intense I couldn't look away!" What? What the fuck? She could be talking about different Kevin. But no. Why do I have this feeling that the Kevin Kaila's referring to is no other than Kevin Kyle Sutherland? I can feel my veins pulsing as the blood rushes in my chest, igniting it with anger. Damn it! Gloss? Kevin? Made out? They kissed? What the fucking fuck? Gloss isn't even gay! And Kevin isn't even gay! Could they be hiding? "Yes. It's kind of hot. Really. Kevin likes Gloss! Yeah. I know! Eeps!" Kaila starts squealing, her thin voice is making me deaf. I glare at her and ignore her, walking to head inside the school.

        I see Kevin, smiling whilst holding his lips with two fingers. So it's true. I stride my way towards him and shove him harshly. Kevin snaps out of his mini fantasy and scowls at me, but then his face lights up as he drapes an arm around my neck. God, I so want to smack and punch him.

        The starting bell rings, signaling the first subject has started. I notice that we're the ony students that are on the hallway and we run. I ignore Kevin for the rest of the day. Collins ditched school.

        The subjects were a total boo. Boring. The jocks were there, goofing, but it's not enough. Gloss and Kevin are bothering my mind; me. Do they like each other? Are they in a relationship now? Are they gays? I have nothing against gays, I just want to make fun of them. And by having fun means shoving them in their lockers rather harshly.

        When I get home, Gloss is watching TV, the soccer game channel. He's engrossed to the TV that he doesn't notice me standing beside him, looking at him, more like glaring. He looks at me and does a double take, like he can't believe I'm here.

        "Um, what?" He asks me, shifting uncomfortably as he looks at me.

        "So you and Kevin, ha?" I ask, for confirmation. I know it's likely the truth, but I can't helo but to confirm it.

        "Ah, the words travelled that fast, ha." He says nonchalantly, shrugging. He turns his attention back at the game on the TV and I can feel again the blood racing in my chest, making it heavy with anger.

        "So you're a fag?" I seethe. "You turned Kevin into a fag?" I can't believe I'm using the word fag. It's not like I usually say it. To be honest, this is the first time I ever used that word. I guess I only called him that because I want to piss him off. But guess what, he just shrugs it off and turns back to watching. What the fuck. I step in front of him and say, "Don't you ever turn your back on me when I'm talking to you!"

        "I didn't turn my back," he counters. "I just turned to the front so I could watch."

        "Why Kevin?" I ask, which makes me wonder. Why Kevin? Why not me? Am I not attracted enough for him? Is Kevin better than me.

        "Because he's cool and attractive."

        "And I'm not?"

        He looks at me like I've lost my mind before he nods. "Yep. You're arrogant and an asshole. You're not cool, you're the opposite. You're not attractive either." What the fuck? How dare he say that in front of me; in front of Noah Gerald Sky? The hottest and coolest heartthrob of Sky International High School. The girls drool at me. The guys admire me. They fear me. But Gloss doesn't. In fact, he's totally ignoring me. And it's making my mind blow!

        I stomp my foot in irritation. God, nobody can resist the looks of Noah Gerald Sky. The thought of Gloss being not attracted to me is making me crazy. How can he deny this beautiful body, beautiful face, everything about me is beautiful, of mine? I'm almost perfect. I just need to fix my attitude if I want to be perfect. But it's hard. There are so many idiots, morons, and annoying humans and my attitude is the only defense I have when it comes to dealing with them.

        I decide to call Chelsie, to vent out my frustration and irritation. Chelsie can give me a wild, hot, and intense sex. It would ease my mind. Chelsie picks up the call and practically purrs. I tell her to come here, that I need her right now, and she agrees, saying that she'll be here in 5 minutes. Right now, I don't care if Gloss sees Chelsie, or the other way round. I don't care if Chelsie knows that Gloss is my step-brother. All I care about is to release my frustration by having sex with Chelsie.

        The time seems to move slow and it makes me frustrated even more. The clock is ticking, ringing in my ears and it feels like I'm going to lose my mind. The doorbell rings and my face lights up. I wait for another three minutes, waiting for her to barge inside my room. Nothing. Why is she taking so long? God damn it. My room's door creaks open and Chelsie steps in with a frown on her face.

        "Babe, why is that Gloss, on the junior level, is here in this house?" She asks me as she makes her way towards me. Chelsie's wearing a blue shirt, a blue jeans and a white flipflops. Her hair is in a bun, but it's not fixed. It's in a loose bun. And it doesn't look good on her.

        "He's my step-brother," I say nonchalantly, running my eyes up and down her figure. But no matter how much I admire her curves and sexyness, I don't get aroused by this. In fact, I'm not feeling well about this. But I have to. Chelsie can make me forget all about Gloss and Kevin and shits.

        "Oh," she says monotonely.

        "Yeah, oh. Now come here and let's get started." I growl, ready to grab her wrist when she puts up her hands in the air, like she's surrendering.

        "Whoa, calm yo' dìck, babe." She says, teasing me, smirking lustfully at me. I give her a grin. "I'll just take a shower and we can have all night long to get wild and sass." She says seductively, biting her bottom lip in a sensual manner. She places her phone on the nightstand and heads inside the bathroom.

        Fifteen minutes have passed and she's still not done showering. I'm getting pissed and annoyed at her. Why is she taking so long? Why does she have to take a bath? We can take a bath together after sex. Why are ladies taking so long when it comes to showering?

        Her iPhone lights up and there's 1 message flashing on the screen. I pick it up and unlock. I type her password, which is her birth year; 1996. Then I open the message. It reads:

        From M:

        Hey baby, come tomorrow?

        I stare at it in shock. Babe? M? Who the fuck is this guy? Is Chelsie cheating on me with another guy? Is she fucking another guy other than me? There are so many questions running in my head and I don't know what to answer first. I delete the message and place her iPhone on the nightstand and wait for her anxiously.

        I reply back for Chelsie:

        To M:

        Sure, babe. Where do we meet?

        M replies back:

        From M:

        Starbucks. The other Starbucks. 5 blocks away from school. See ya, babe.

        My nosetrils flare. Fuck. Chelsie is cheating on me with another guy. She's fucking a guy behind my back. Why didn't I notice that before? This last month, she's always been away, always busy. Tomorrow, I'll find out who the guy is. And there will be hell to pay. I delete the message I sent and M's message.

        The bathroom's door opens, revealing Chelsie in her naked glory.

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Word count: 1,805.

D&T: November 18, 2014, 11:48am.

Who do you think is M? Hm.

Thank you very much for reading this chapter. I hoped you like this one. The next chapter will coming up. I'll update it tomorrow. Maybe this afternoon?

Next chapter will be on Gloss' point of view. Let me tell you a secret: SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN IN CHAPTER 10. YOHOO.