Page 14 of For the Fans
Then I hear him release a ragged breath. “Okay… fine. Whatever. Have a nice life then.”
I think the call is over when I hear him growl out loud. A crash causes me to jump, like he threw something against a wall. I hear more stomping and shuffling, and the hit of this decent sativa strain is filling me with the energy needed to call him out.
He’s over there, huffing and puffing because he has to live with me, like it’s some form of torture, whenhe’sthe one who’s been treatingmelike shit since we met. It’s not fair. I’m not thrilled about this arrangement either, but at least I’m making an effort.
When I hear his aggressive movements enter our shared bathroom, I make my move, whipping open the door and shouting, “Aha!”
Not sure why I chose to say that…But I don’t even have time to dwell on it.
Because Kyran is ass naked.
He scrambles to cover his dick, eyes wide, face reddening as it contorts in shock and appall. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Uh, my bad…” I mutter, looking away while he grabs a towel and hastily secures it around his waist.
“Why are you bursting into the bathroom while I’m naked, you fucking creeper?!” he growls, baffled rage framing his voice.
Allowing myself to peek again when I’m sure he’s covered-up, I find him glaring at me, sandy-brown hair all tousled and his cheeks flushing crimson.
I clear my throat. “I um…” My brain has gone blank.Why did I come in here again?? Oh, right…I straighten. “I heard what you said… Begging your mom to let you live with her…” I fold my arms over my chest. “Sort of desperate to get away from me, hm?”
His jaw ticks. “Yea. Now more than ever.”
“That’s kind of rude.” I match his glare with one of my own.
“Oh, and eavesdropping on people’s conversations, then bursting in on them in the bathroom isn’t??” His brow arches, and I shrug.
Okay, I guess he has a point…
Letting out a breath, I rub my eyes with my fingers. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But you were talking loud. I couldn’t help but overhear…”
“Right…” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns away, fussing with things on his side of the vanity.
“Look, Kyran…” I shift to face him fully. “This is just as weird for me as it is for you, trust me.”
“Yea, I doubt that,” he hisses.
“No, I’m serious. I’m not used to living with anyone other than my mom. And I’m definitely not used to having a brother… Especially one I just met, who I’m now sharing a school and a bathroom with.”
“You’renotmy brother,” he teems, peering at me.
I release a frustrated sigh. “Yea, well… they’re getting married. Whether we like it or not, it’s happening. So don’t you think we should, I don’t know… make an effort? To at leasttryto get along? For them…”
Kyran is quiet for a moment, staring at himself in the mirror with a strange look in his eyes. They usually appear to be a green and bronze hazel, but right now they’re dark, pupils visibly large, noticeable even from where I’m standing.
I witness him swallow before he grips onto the edge of the countertop. “I don’t owe him anything.”
I narrow my gaze at him.What the hell does that even mean?
This time, he twirls to face me, pinning me with a particularly severe glower. “Who my father decides to marry is his business. But as far as I’m concerned, you and your mother are simply people I have to tolerate until I graduate and can get the fuck away from all of you.”
“Wow…” I breathe and swallow. “Mean.”
“It’s the truth.” He stands firm, his broad chest moving up and down, struggling to contain his anger. “I don’t need any more friends, and I sure as shit don’t need abrotherwho’s nothing like me.”
I blink. “You don’t even know me.”
“Oh, but I do.” He inches closer. “You’re the stoner kid who laughs it all off because it’s easier than admitting you have no clue who you really are. Nothing holds your attention, and you tell yourself it’s because of yourartist brain, but that’s just an excuse to slack off and flit around like a careless buffoon. Youhave no friends, no relationship,nothing. You’re a momma’s boy, and you act like you’re taking care of her, but the truth is that she doesn’t need you.No onedoes.” I’m frozen as he leans in even closer to my face. “You’re a waste of space. Now, get the fuck away from me. Please, and thank you.”
