I walked down the staircase, listening hard to the sounds coming from the basements. There were screams of shock - and grunts of frustration, and at least there was a voice shouting in delight.
'I win, suck it!' The voice was much too familiar. The voice of the girl who lived in this house - Jasmine Wilder. And while I had no idea what the hell she was doing in the basement with my younger brother, I knew that she was excited. 'I won, and you lost. Ha, in your face.' Definitely Jasmine.
I reached the basement, just to see my brother scowling at her, his teeth gritted while she was smirking victoriously.
'Go to hell,' he said, and that was when I decided to step forward and announce my presence.
'Mind your language, Elijah.' She groaned in frustration, before turning to face me. She was not happy to see me. Not in the slightest.
'He's said much worse,' said Jasmine, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah smack her shoulder. He was glaring at her.
Looks like I'm not the only Black hiding secrets.
I smiled at her - my usual swoon-worthy smile which would make most girls drop at my knees, though it was clear that Jasmine wasn't as easily swayed.
'Definitely got it from our mom,' I said, crossing my arms against my chest as I remembered all the colorful phrases our mom had shouted whenever she tried to cook. She was not a good cook. At all.
'Of course, blame the mother,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'Typical. As if you expect me to believe the bad boy doesn't swear.' I couldn't help but feel amused by her words. She really was something different.
'I never said I didn't teach my fair share of words.' She scoffed, before dropping into the seat beside Elijah, grabbing her controller.
She played video games... who would've known?
'If you're done,' she said, shuffling through the pile of games, 'you can leave.' She picked up a new game - shame she wouldn't be able to play it.
'Not done,' I said, still smiling. 'I promised to take Elijah out.' Not willingly of course, but because our mom told us she would ground us if we didn't spend time together - and neither of wanted to get grounded. I wasn't going to tell her that though.
Elijah sighed, and stood up, placing his controller on the coffee tables which was covered with empty soda cans and half-eaten bags of chips. She played video games, and she was a pig. Cool. Though, I doubted she was completely unhygienic. She was a girl after all.
'You're welcome to join,' I offered.
Shut up Cameron. Why the hell would you say that?
I had no idea what brain damage had occurred for me to suggest such a ridiculous thing. She hated me. Hated. There was no way she was agreeing - however, it seemed I was wrong, because she put down her controller and stood up, her blue eyes staring into my green ones.
'Where are you taking him?' She questioned.
'To get ice-cream,' I said. She wouldn't refuse ice-cream, would she? No. No sane person would. It was the food of the gods. The gods! 'Where are you going?' I called over my shoulders, as she climbed up the stairs.
'To get my jacket.'
So, we walked over to the car without her - once we were both settled comfortably in our seats, Elijah spoke.
'What the heck are you playing at, Ronnie?' I winced at the sound of his nickname for me. Eleven years had passed, and he still called me Ronnie. It didn't take a genius to know that I had a particular disliking for the nickname.
'What are you talking about?' I could see his eyes narrowing.
'You know exactly what I'm talking about,' said Elijah. 'Stop trying to bring Jasmine into your games. She doesn't deserve to be played.'
'I'm not -' I begin, but Elijah cut me off.
'I'm serious. I know I snitched on you - but Jasmine's not like the other girls. If she does ever fall in love - she will never stop. Never.'
Neither of us say anything as I register his words. Jasmine didn't seem like the type to show interest in guys - I had seen that from the day I first met her, but surely what he said couldn't be true.
And was it wrong that it made me like her even more? I wished I could have someone like that. Someone who wouldn't leave me.
Funny, isn't it? The bad boy has abandonment issues - but a part of me wanted to see how it would feel loving her, and then I remembered what Elijah said.
I can't mess with Jasmine. She was Isaac's sister. And it was clear, her and Elijah were close friends - otherwise he wouldn't have been playing video games with her in the basement. He wouldn't have been warning me to play with her.
'You don't have to worry about it,' were the last words I said, before the silence fell again.
Five minutes passed, before the silence was interrupted by a certain black-haired girl, who opened the door at the back.
'Scooch over Eli,' I heard her muttering. For a few seconds, there was no sound before I heard the sound of Elijah sliding against the leather of the seats, all the way to the other side of the car. When I heard the slam of a door, I started the car.
'You know you could've just sat in the front,' I said.
'It's not a secret which Black I prefer.' I rolled my eyes at her words. 'Can I pick the music?' I snorted softly as I pulled out of the driveway.
'Not a chance - I know what Isaac listens to, and I'm pretty sure you're the one to blame for his obsession,' I said. His obsession which was downright contagious because I had found myself listening to those songs more than once - but I wasn't going to tell her that.
'Not my fault that One Direction is brilliant,' she said. I didn't think the girl who played video games for fun - would love One Direction, but that just showed how much I knew.
'They're not - Guns N Roses are way better than them. I can't even see why girls like them so much - I'm so much hotter,' I said, flexing his arm. I was prepared to bet my life savings that she just rolled her eyes.
'You're pathetic. Can't you just expect that some girls like a guy with a personality?' she said. I didn't say anything. She probably thought it was because I didn't have a comeback - but it had more to do with the fact she just indirectly agreed that I was hotter than One Direction.
'So, what flavor do you want?' I could almost see her smiling behind me.
Fifteen minutes later, we were standing at the line. A young man, who looked to be in his early twenties stood behind the corner. He smiled when he saw us. To be more specific, when he saw Jasmine.
'Hello, welcome to Sal's Ice-Cream,' he said, completely ignoring me - to my distaste - and talking to Jasmine instead, 'what would you like, gorgeous?' She blushed. SHE BLUSHED! My fists clenched, and I was on the verge of punching his pretty face.
I stepped beside Jasmine, giving him a look cold enough to freeze hell over.
'Two mint ice-creams,' I said. My voice had no emotion - and it sounded strained, because I was struggling to stop myself from fighting him.
Finally doing his job, he nodded and put the order in before turning to Jasmine.
'And for the beautiful lady?' Her face was burning with color - and my nails were digging into my palm, almost drawing blood.
How come he can make her blush like this?
'A vanilla ice cream,' she said, and it was strange how relieved I was that she wasn't flirting back with him. Or I might had not been able to stop myself from breaking his nose.
'And my number, I hope?' he asked, flashing all of his white teeth - practically blinding everyone in a mile radius.
Just shut up!
'Can you stop flirting with the customer, and actually do your job,' I said through gritted teeth. Was I jealous? Pftt... no. I could have any girl I liked; I wasn't jealous. Right?
'Cameron - I'll get the ice-creams - you and Eli find a seat,' she ordered. I shook my head. There was no way in hell I was allowing him to continue flirting with her. Maybe I was jealous, and maybe I wasn't - but I was going to teach him a lesson.
'No, I'll pay. You and Elijah take a seat, I'll join you once I'm finished.'
She opened her mouth - and for a second, I thought she was going to argue, but seeing my expression, she thought better of it, and instead grabbed Elijah's arm and went to find a seat. Good, because she was not going to like what I'm doing next.
I turned to the young man who stood behind the counter, who moments ago had shamelessly been flirting with Jasmine.
'Listen here,' I said, my voice low with anger. 'That's my girlfriend.' Lie. 'So, next time I see you flirting with her, I will not hesitate to tear of a limb, got that?' He gulped audibly - before that annyong smile returned on his face.
'I don't think she's your girlfriend if she blushes so much when another guy flirts with her,' he said, looking over my shoulder where she was laughing with Elijah. 'I say you dump her and go for a girl who will actually be faithful.'
This made me see red - but I knew I couldn't make a scene. So, instead - I clenched my jaw and acted like I didn't want to murder him. And when he finally handed me our ice-creams, I couldn't be happier.
When I returned to them, I was fuming. I don't know what it was about him insulting Jasmine that made me so bad - but all I knew was that he was wrong. That he was wrong because Jasmine was a good girl. Even if she had an unfortunate penchant for sarcasm.
'So, did you get me his number?' She joked. I looked at her, my expression deadpan. Did she seriously ask me that? 'Okay, you don't like my jokes,' she mumbled.
'He doesn't know how to have fun in general,' said Elijah, a smile on his face, 'unless he's screwing a girl.' Of course, he had to mention this. It didn't help that Jasmine laughed at it like it was the funniest thing in the world. I glared at Elijah, mouthing shut up before I beat your butt, he doesn't seem to be getting the message though.
'We're going now,' I said, grabbing Elijah's arm, which he immediately shrugged off as he walked ahead of us.
'Well, are you coming or not?' called Elijah. Jasmine started walking faster, and I followed after her. Elijah was way ahead of us, but still close enough for us to see him. Good. If I lost him - he would never let me hear the end of it.
'So, I didn't know you and Elijah were so close,' I said, trying to make conversation. Honestly, I felt stupid for not knowing that Elijah's gaming buddy had been her the whole time.
She licked her ice cream, and damn, it was hot! She shivered under my gaze, and glanced at Elijah, to see if he was still within eyesight.
'Yep - Eli and I are best friends,' she paused to lick her ice cream, and at this point I was wondering if she was trying to seduce me, because it was working. A bit too well. 'He won't admit it though, but he only because he's embarrassed,' she said, winking.
She was too cute for this world.
'So, all those nights when he was gone - he was with you?' I asked. She nodded, and only then did I realize how inappropriate I made that sound.
'You make it sound like we were doing something bad - but yes. He was with me,' she said, biting into her ice-cream. She winced slightly, but it was barely noticeable.
'Funny how we never met when we're both friends with each other's brothers,' I said, thinking about how strange it was how we never met.
'Just luck,' she said, and I looked at her. Did she have to keep making remarks like this? Just because I was a bad boy, did not mean I was emotionless.
'Do you hate me or something?' I asked her. She chuckled softly under my breath, a beautiful sound. You sound like you're smitten, Cameron. She turned to face me, her icy blue eyes staring into my emerald ones.
'Kinda hard not to, Mr Player,' she said. She took another lick from my ice-cream, and boy did she eat fast. Her ice-cream was almost finished. 'Your reputation does proceed you - while I may not have known you personally, I always knew who you were.'
'Is that a new nickname for me, Mr Player?' She smirked.
'Yup,' she said, finishing the last bit of my ice-cream. She was smiling - even if she didn't realize it.
'Then you need one as well,' I said. She shrugged.
'You can just call me Jaz - everyone does,' I shook my head. There was no way I was calling her Jaz. I was going to have a special nickname for her.
'Everyone calls you that - and I think Jasmine sounds so much better,' I said. I tried to think of another name. 'What about, angel?'
'Do you not remember what I told you, Cameron?' She said, and then wiped her hands on her pants. I frowned. Definitely not hygienic. 'I'm no angel.' I stared at her.
'You really are different.' She only smiled.
'Just a part of my charm - and what are you doing,' she said, backing away as I leaned closer to her. I smiled - she thought I was going to kiss her, didn't she? That would be nice - but I wasn't that bad of a person to do that without her permission.
'You have ice-cream on your face, so let wipe it for you,' I said. She stopped moving, much to my surprise, and I leaned closer still. With my finger, I wiped the ice-cream off her face. Once I finished, I licked my finger in a way which most girls would find hot. Not her though, she made a face.
'That was disgusting, Cameron.'
A/N:
G'day mate!
That's me trying to be Australian. It's so weird. I only became properly Australian last year. I know, that sounds very weird. I mean legally Australian. I still don't feel Australian. It's really nice here though - I used to miss my home country, I don't as much anymore.
Today, I have a joke. This one will be outrageous as per usual - and I hope all of you are still reading Disgustingly Cliche.
Why is Santa Claus' sack so big?
Now you ask why.
Because he only comes once a year.
Process that. Reread it if you need to. This is one of my favorites - and I am sorry to ruin Santa Claus for all those Christmas celebrators - I don't celebrate Christmas, so I can't really relate to you people.
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