by Isabelle Rae
Will swallowed loudly, a frown creasing his forehead. “I’m not supposed to get angry that my little brother just kissed my girl?”
Sam laughed. “I didn’t even slip her the tongue. Did I, Foxy? Back me up,” he chirped, grinning and sitting on one of the desks, looking the picture of ease.
Will’s scowl deepened. “You really are one annoying little runt sometimes, Sam. You know that?” he scolded, looking at him with disapproval.
Sam waved his hand dismissively. “Relax, it’s not like she admitted that I was a better kisser than you… oh wait, she did!” he joked, smirking at me.
I felt my face heat up as I shook my head fiercely. “I was joking; did you not hear the sarcasm in my voice?” I asked, rolling my eyes at him.
He pouted at me. “I didn’t hear the sarcasm, Foxy, your voice was too breathless from the make out session,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows at me. Will punched him on the arm, which made Sam wince but laugh at the same time. He held up his hands innocently. “I was kidding. Jeez, relax, big brother. I should be getting thanks right about now, not abuse!”
I took Will’s hand and squeezed it gently to get his attention. “Stop and think about this. Sam just really helped us out. Now we can tell Erika to shove it,” I said, grinning.
A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he looked at me softly. “Shove it where?” He pulled me closer to him, crushing my body against his.
I laughed quietly and slipped my arms around his neck, knowing that the door was locked this time. “Shove it up her ass.”
Will laughed. “Is it wrong for me to love the sound of that coming out of your mouth, Cutie?” he asked, tracing his fingertip across my bottom lip.
I nodded. “Yeah, it does make you sound a little strange, Mr Morris.” He laughed and kissed me gently before putting his forehead to mine and looking into my eyes.
Sam cleared his throat. “Okay, so once and for all, Chloe, who’s the better kisser?” he asked. Will moved so fast I barely saw it, he turned and grabbed a book from his desk and threw it at Sam. Sam just laughed and caught it, grinning happily as he started flicking through the pages. “You know, I don’t know what you see in him, Foxy. I mean, he’s a math nerd,” he stated, looking at the pages distastefully.
I laughed and shrugged. “I get an easy A this way,” I joked.
Will laughed. “I’ve got news for you, Miss Henderson, you’re barely scraping a C in my class,” he mocked, laughing as I punched his chest lightly.
“Then maybe I should try a little harder to impress the teacher,” I flirted, gripping his shirt and pressing myself to him tighter.
Will nodded, looking thoughtful. “Just don’t start wearing the skirts again.” Will and I both laughed, and Sam just looked at us like we were crazy, obviously not in on the private joke.
The door handle turned which caused me and Will to jump away from each other. I looked at Sam worriedly but he just shrugged casually and stepped to my side. The person knocked on the door when they couldn’t open it. Will looked from me to Sam. “I think that’ll be Caroline,” he muttered, straightening his shirt. He stepped to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open, a fake smile on his face. “Oh hey,” he said to whoever it was.
“Everything okay? How come the door was locked?” A seductive female voice purred.
Will nodded and pulled the door open, gesturing for her to come in. Will was right, it was Miss Teller. Her eyes flicked to me and Sam, and I felt his body jerk next to mine. “Holy crap, she’s fiiiiiine,” Sam hissed in my ear. I chuckled as I nodded. It seems that the only one who doesn’t lust after Miss Teller is my boyfriend.
“Hi, Chloe,” she chirped, smiling and setting her purse down on the desk, her eyes flicking to Sam for a second.
“Hi,” I replied, smiling uncomfortably at how close Will and I were seconds before she walked in.
She looked at Will curiously, obviously wondering who Sam was. Will stepped forward and smiled. “Oh sorry, this is my little brother, Sam. Sam, this is Caroline Teller, she’s a teacher here at the school too,” he introduced, shrugging.
I saw a smirk slip onto Sam’s lips as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.” His arm slipped around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side. He played with the side of my hair, and I saw Miss Teller raise one eyebrow at the movement.
“Nice to meet you too,” she said slowly. “So are you and Chloe…” she trailed off, looking at me for confirmation.
I gulped and flicked my eyes to Will, who was frowning and looking a little tense. I guess I need to play along so that we have another backup. I nodded and opened my mouth to speak, but Sam got there first. “Oh hell yeah, I’m banging one of my brother’s students. Awkward, right?” he said, laughing as I elbowed him in the ribs.
Will’s scowl deepened; luckily he was standing slightly behind Miss Teller so she wouldn’t notice his grave mood. “I don’t think the word ‘banging’ is very appropriate, Sam,” he growled. He was obviously trying to play along and keep his cool, but it wasn’t working very well for him.
Sam grinned at him before turning to me. “Oh right, sorry, Foxy. Making love to,” he corrected, shooting me a flirtatious wink.
Oh my God, Will is going to enjoy ripping Sam’s head off for this!
I smiled weakly, trying not to cringe away from him as he pulled me closer to him. Miss Teller laughed. “That is kind of awkward,” she admitted, before turning to Will and smiling. “I hope you’re not giving your brother’s girlfriend a hard time in class, that could make family get-togethers a little strained.”
Will shook his head, looking at the floor as Sam, kissed the side of my neck. I took the opportunity to stamp on his foot while Miss Teller was looking in the other direction.
“Ouch! Shit, careful, Foxy,” Sam gasped, wincing and shifting his weight onto the other foot.
“Sorry, Sam-bo.” I smiled sweetly.
He looked at me warningly before grabbing my face and kissing me full on the mouth. Before I had time to react, he was gone; I looked up to see Will had grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him off of me.
“No PDAs at school, little brother. And you,” he pointed at me, “you get detention with me on Monday lunchtime for that.”
I fought a smile. That wasn’t exactly a punishment, spending time with him. I nodded trying to look appropriately abashed. “Whatever you say.”
Miss Teller laughed. “It’s after school you know; can’t you cut them a little slack? He’s your brother after all, and it was his fault, not Chloe’s,” she persuaded, winking at me, obviously thinking she was helping me out when in actual fact an hour with Will on Monday was awesome in my book.
A smile pulled at the corner of Will’s mouth. “If I could give that little punk detention I would,” he said, punching Sam in the arm a little harder than playfully.
Sam shrugged him off. “We’re now going. So anyway, Mom said to make sure you’re at the restaurant by eight tomorrow. That’s what I came to tell you,” he said.
“Yep, thanks.” Will shrugged, looking at the door, nodding for us to leave.
Sam threw his arm around my shoulder again. “See you tomorrow then, Will. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” Sam smirked in her direction again, and I knew that he’d be talking about the hot teacher tonight when we went out. Just as we got to the door he stopped and looked back at Will. “You don’t have any spare condoms, do you?”
Will’s face hardened instantly. I gasped and elbowed Sam in the ribs again. That one was totally unnecessary. He’s just trying to wind Will up on purpose. “I can tell you with absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any tonight, Sam Morris,” I growled. Jerk.
He laughed and kissed my cheek. “Whatever you say, Foxy.” He waved over his shoulder and dragged me out of the room. “See you later, big brother,” he called, laughing wickedly to himself.
Chapter Thirty-Three
When I woke up in the morning I couldn’t stop the happy
grin that stretched across my face. Sam had been hilarious last night, and I had laughed until it gave me stomach ache at some of the things he was doing. He really was a great friend, and I was lucky to have him in my life. We had barely made it to the bowling alley before Will had called Sam. I had just sat there, trying not to listen to him being shouted at down the phone, but Will was shouting so loud that I could almost hear every word. I couldn’t help but giggle at him, especially when Sam pulled the phone away from his ear and just put it on the table, before proceeding to order our bowling shoes while Will ranted on the line, oblivious to the fact that his brother wasn’t listening. He was seriously pissed that Sam kissed me, from what I could gather from the rant, he hated the condom joke too, but I think the whole someone else kissing his girlfriend while he was standing there thing had really gotten to him.
I had slept so well last night. Everything was going to work out. Sam’s plan was genius, and although Will and I would now need to be even more careful around each other, if anyone got wind of anything suspicious as to why we were so friendly towards each other, then we had the excuse that I was in a serious relationship with his brother. Perfect.
I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It was after ten, and I was due at Erika’s at twelve thirty to do her chores as blackmail. Today was going to be an enjoyable day, I could feel it. When I spoke to Will last night before bed, he wanted me not to bother showing up at Erika’s, or send her a ‘get stuffed’ text. But Sam and I had come up with something better than that last night, so I was definitely going to do Erika’s chores today… and I would enjoy doing them too.
I had a quick breakfast before heading upstairs and packing up my clothes and make-up for tonight’s dinner and a change of clothes for tomorrow. I ‘accidentally’ forgot to pack pyjamas for tonight, I would much rather sleep in Will’s T-shirt instead. I left my stuff in my room and slipped on my bulkiest jacket so I could hide my supplies in there without them being seen, and then I almost skipped to Erika’s house. When I got to the address she’d given me, I gasped and looked at the large white house in front of me. The drive way was so long that my legs ached by the time I got to the front door.
I was all out grinning with delight as I raised my hand and pressed the large gold doorbell. Calm down, Chloe. Wow, my poker face sucks! I giggled to myself and then bit my lip, trying to chill out and not give anything away. She opened the door with a scowl on her face as she looked me over distastefully the same as she always does.
“Well, I’m glad you came in old clothes, you’ll be getting messy today,” she said, smirking at me as she waved me into her house.
I nodded, still trying to keep the grin off of my face. “So, what is it that I’m to do exactly?” I asked, praying it would be the things that she already told me I was going to be doing today.
She smiled evilly. “Some of my shoes need polishing. My clothes need ironing, and my car is a mess, it needs cleaning inside and outside. After you’ve done all that, you can muck out the horses at the stable,” she instructed, nodding towards the back of her house. Her house was beautiful inside. All high ceilings, expertly decorated walls, and real oak floors. I knew her parents had a lot of money, but I didn’t realise that they had enough for horses in their back yard. No wonder she acts like a spoilt brat all the time.
I nodded, trying to look annoyed, when in actual fact I was hoping for two of those jobs. Everything was working out perfectly. Jeez, I love Sam so much for being an evil genius! He reminded me a little of Amy and her harebrained schemes. I was secretly glad that he was a man-whore and that she was in love with Ryan, because if those two ever got together, they would have dangerous kids.
She pointed to a pile of leather shoes and boots that she’d put at the bottom of the stairs, and a polishing set. “Get started then, Ice Princess,” she ordered, grinning at me cockily.
I smiled sweetly and headed over there, sitting on the floor, polishing her shoes just like she’d asked me to. She only watched me for about five minutes before she got bored and went to make herself something to eat. I giggled as she walked out of the room and reached into my inside pocket, pulling out the little packet of itching powder that Sam and I had bought last night. I sprinkled it into all of the shoes, taking a photo on my phone as I did it and sending it to Sam, knowing he would laugh his ass off. I shook them to spread it in so it wasn’t noticeable and then got back to polishing them all, with a huge smirk on my face. Payback number one, complete.
When they were all sparkling, I headed into the direction of where Erika went, nosing around her house as I did so. I felt a little like a stalker, but Sam had instructed me to keep my eyes open for anything incriminating. I didn’t really know what he was expecting me to find, maybe a photo of her as a fat kid, or a letter that said she was actually born a guy. What he told me to search for was her diary. I had a feeling he would get a kick out of reading a girl’s diary, a ‘forbidden pleasure’ he called it. I was pretty sure that Erika wasn’t stupid enough to leave that lying around knowing that I was coming over though.
I found her sitting at the kitchen table, nibbling on a pile of green salad, plain salad too, no dressing, it looked so bland. “Erika, I’m done with the shoes,” I said quietly.
She dragged her eyes away from reruns of The Hills and glared at me hatefully. I genuinely had no idea what I did to make this girl dislike me so much. She hated Amy too, but there was just no explanation other than the fact that she was just an evil witch. “I have some clothes that need ironing before the party that I’m going to tonight,” she informed me, pushing her half eaten rabbit food away from her and stalking off. I assumed I was meant to follow her so I did.
She led me into a separate laundry room and pulled open a cupboard where an ironing board immediately came out and set itself up. Whoa, my mom would love one of those cupboards. I couldn’t imagine having enough money just to dedicate a cupboard to a fold out ironing board. Oh how the other half live.
It wouldn’t take too long to iron an outfit for the party, so this one wasn’t going to take very long at all. Except, it turns out she wasn’t sure what she wanted to wear. She pointed at a pile about three foot high with clothes on the side. “Don’t put double creases on the sleeves, I hate that, it looks so cheap,” she sneered, her eyes flicking to my arms as if to imply that I had a double crease in my clothes. “Why are you still wearing a jacket? Aren’t you hot?” she questioned, looking at me as if I was stupid.
I shook my head, trying not to grin. “I’m fine.”
She rolled her eyes and waved at another cupboard. “The stuff is in there, use the scented water.” She disappeared out of the room, and I silently cursed myself for not saving some of the itching power so I could sprinkle it in her clothes too. But then again, I didn’t want her to catch onto me too quickly; I wanted her to figure it out slowly that I wasn’t playing her game anymore. The longer she got me to do stuff for her, the more I could mess it up.
If I could have, I would have gone with Sam’s outrageous suggestion of buying her new clothes in smaller sizes, so that when she put them on she would think she gained weight. It had taken me a long time to explain to him that it really wasn’t practical, because one, I didn’t have the money, and two, how would I know what clothes she had in the first place? He had pouted about it for over half an hour.
When I was done with the ironing I was actually quite proud of the fact that I’d stopped myself from burning those little brown iron stains into the back of her clothes. I didn’t actually want to damage anything of hers; I knew I would end up paying for it if I did, so I was extremely careful.
I carried the clothes back to the kitchen, finding her sitting there still watching ‘The Hills’. How can she not get annoyed with this show? I could barely stomach an episode or two, but she seems like she’s on some kind of marathon!
“Want me to hang these in your closet?” I offered, raising one eyebrow, trying to look innocent. In reality, I wanted to find he
r bathroom; I was hoping she had a private one that I could get a couple of minutes alone in.
She nodded and headed out, again without speaking to me. I followed her up the stairs, into an enormous bedroom that looked exactly like how I would expect it to look. It looked like a Disney Princess had vomited all over it: it was pink, fluffy, girly, and with a white sheer canopy thing that hung over the bedhead. Wow, what is she, five?
“Nice room,” I muttered, grinning. I longed to take a picture of this room so I could show Sam. He would piss his pants laughing.
She smiled happily. “Yeah, I had the designer come in and do it a couple of months ago. Cost Daddy a lot of money, but I’m pleased with the result,” she gushed, running her hand over her mountain of pink cushions at the head of her bed. She’d obviously missed the glaring sarcasm in my voice.
She flopped down onto her bed, pointing to her closet. “Put them in there. Use the wooden hangers, not the metal ones,” she ordered, frowning distastefully.
I gave her a little bow and headed in there, spotting her private bathroom on the way past. Jackpot! I hung her clothes up quickly and then headed out. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom? I really need to pee,” I lied, looking at her hopefully.
She frowned but nodded to it. I bit back the laugh that was trying to escape and headed in there. I went straight to her cupboard and pulled out her shampoo and conditioner, tipping some down the drain to leave a little space in the bottle. Then I pulled out the brown hair dye that I’d bought last night. I tipped some into each bottle and gave it a vigorous shake to mix it with her shampoo. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but the plan was that each time she used it, that her natural platinum blonde hair that she was so proud of, would get just a fraction darker. She would hate that. I was the proud creator of this one. Payback number two, complete. Now I just need to get my hands on her car!
