(A/N) Aiden POV! Yay!
I thought it was about time
for us all to get into her head. ;)
Chapter 6
"Hanging Out"
Sunday November 17
APOV:
"See yah," Laine and I both said at the same time, not even bothering to look up from the movie. I didn't even notice that Nicolai was still standing there, staring at us intently, until he finally spoke up.
"You two are unbelievable," he muttered, before turning around to walk out the door. Laine looked up at him, a bit puzzled.
"Excuse me?" She inquired, with a very defensive look on her face. Ut. Oh.
"You've seen this movie more than a hundred times!" he exclaimed, pointing to the TV that both Laine and I appeared glued to. "Yet, you're so intrigued by it, that you can't pull away from it to say goodbye to a dear friend?" He motioned to himself, stepping in front of my line of vision to the TV.
"We love this movie," I stated, throwing a piece of popcorn at his head. "Now, move. You're making Aiden miss Ian Snyder," I whined, throwing another piece of popcorn t him, hitting him between the eyes. Still no moving. More popcorn throwing. Ugh.
"Aiden!" he whined, trying to bat the popcorn away. "You've seen this movie more than a hundred times," he informed us, yet again.
"We've seen you more than a hundred times!" I retaliated, throwing more popcorn. Laine held up a finger my direction and looked at Nicolai.
"We've seen your face more than a hundred times," she corrected me.
"Ouch," Nicolai said, forcing a mock-hurt look on his face.
"Awe, I'm sorry," Laine said. "Do you feel unappreciated?" He simply smiled as he stuck put his bottom lip.
"Maybe," he muttered, trying to look pathetic.
"Well, what do you expect?" I asked, giving up on watching the movie with him in my way. "Do you want a multitude of hugs and kisses and pleas to stay every time you go to leave?" I asked, sarcastically.
He wrinkled his nose at that thought. "Ugh, no."
Laine's look turned a bit devious at that. "I think he does," she warned. Nicolai faked fear and cries for help and Laine jumped off the couch and into his arms. She pecked him on the cheek and she let go. He smiled wide, raised his pierced eyebrow, and held his arms out to me. I scoffed at him.
"Ugh. You two make me sick," I said, waving my hand at the door. "Leave. The both of you," I said, turning up the volume on the TV.
"Looks like she doesn't like you either," Nicolai informed Laine.
"Fine then," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "Be that way," she said, grabbing her bag.
"Bye!" Nicolai said, waving his hand frantically, like a five year old would do.
"Later!" I said, mocking his enthusiasm and hand-waving. Laine shook her head and laughed as the door closed behind them.
I stretched my arms above my head and cracked my knuckles, waiting for my email to load. It was late, and I was tired, but I hadn't checked my email this weekend. I hoped that there would at least be something from my cousin, Brianna. The page came up, and I scrolled the browser down, skimming through the mail. I signed, seeing that there was nothing in my inbox from her, I scrolled back up, looking for anything interesting.
Spam. Spam. Spam. Band newsletter. Spam.
"That's weird," I said, as my eyes landed on a message from Embry Call. "What on earth would Embry Call be sending me?" I opened it cautiously, as if it were going to reach through the screen and punch me in the face. I noticed a few people from school in the "to" field. Scrolling down, I saw that everyone that the message was sent to, I went to school with. In fact, everyone in La Push High was probably sent this message.
"What- is this some sort of student teacher mutiny or something?" I asked. Yes, aloud. I scanned down and read…
Dear La Push High students,
I just thought I'd update you lovely people on what's going with your own personal gang.
We're getting an addition –
"And that's when I stop caring," I said, shutting off my monitor. Like our school needs any more over-buff-too-tall-ego-driven-over-loaded-testosterone-'tall-dark-n-handsome-type'-… Yawn... Oh, let's face it- gorgeous guys.
