Chapter 6
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” I mutter to myself as I stand in the open fridge. This is not a fun game. I stare at the line of water bottles in front of me before glancing at the piece of paper that’s been tapped to the top shelf.
The note reads, ‘Hello, I want to play a game…’ Insert picture of the creepy dude from all the ‘Saw’ movies. ‘Three of these bottles have been filled with water, three with laxatives. Take your pick.’ New line. “BAHAHAHAHA…Let the games begin.’
I shake my head to myself. That little turd. I need to keep Noah off YouTube. I always say it must have sucked growing up with Noah, though I always assumed Tully was just as bad. If this is the kind of shit he’s been doing to her all this time then Tully is a lot stronger than I could have ever imagined. I mean, damn.
I couldn’t handle this every day; and knowing that Noah is probably hiding out somewhere watching me and laughing is only making it worse. So, I do what anyone else would do; I go thirsty and mix up all the bottles, waiting for him to come and grab a bottle that he believes is safe. He was right; let the games begin. Two can play at this game and one thing’s for sure– I don’t like to lose.
I close the fridge door and step back with a grin. Checkmate, motherfucker.
Walking into the living room, I find Noah stepping through the front door after washing his car. He’s been racing a lot at Maxen’s new track, testing it out even though it’s already been tested. I guess he just can’t help himself but seeing as though the rest of the place is still coming together, it’s basically a muddy swamp, especially after that torrential rain we had the other week. So naturally, every time Noah returns from that place, his car is covered from top to bottom in mud. It’s kind of gross but he loves any excuse to wash his car.
For the first time in what feels like all of my senior year, it seems to have been a very peaceful week. Well just about. After mine and Tully’s debut performance in ‘Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory’ on Monday night, we’ve somehow managed to stay out of trouble, even Noah has too. Though it’s only Thursday afternoon so I guess there’s still time for all hell to break loose.
Noah walks towards me with a mischievous sparkle in his green eyes. “Did you get that drink?” he questions, trying to keep a straight face.
“Nah, I got distracted,” I tell him, dropping down onto the couch. “Why don’t you grab them?”
His eyes slice towards me and despite his lips remaining in a tight, straight line, he somehow appears to be laughing at me. It must be the way his eyes light up with twinkling excitement. “Sure,” he says striding past me before turning away so I can’t see his face, only from the angle I’m sitting, I see the way the apples of his cheeks rise into two perfectly firm bulges.
Tully was right, he certainly is a D-bag, but a D-bag that just happens to make my heart race every time he walks through the door. Don’t even get me started on how it feels when he looks my way and touches me. My God…
I listen as the fridge door opens before the distinct sound of Noah smothering a laugh comes sailing through to the living room. The fridge closes and then he’s back, dropping down beside me and handing me a bottle that I have no doubt he just chose very carefully.
I fiddle with the bottle cap, twisting it between my fingers and pretending to be distracted as I watch out of the corner of my eye as Noah opens his water bottle with way too much confidence. He brings it to his lips and takes a long, needed drink.
With that, I tighten the lid of my water bottle and drop it into his lap. “Nice try,” I tell him as a wicked grin slowly begins to spread across my face. I lean over and kiss his cheek before whispering in his ear. “I mixed up the bottles.”
Noah’s eyes bulge out of his head as he whips around to face me. “You didn’t?”
I laugh as I push up off the couch. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
Noah’s head drops to the back of the couch. “Shit. This is not good.”
I lean forward onto his knees and give him a big, beaming smile. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Noah Cage. I’m not as easily fooled as your sister. Now, get your ass up. We need to head to the store so you can buy me an untampered water bottle. Though, maybe you should stay here, you know, just in case you need to make friends with the toilet.”