Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Nine •

"All I'm saying is, it was definitely an inside job. If you ask me it was the fucking brother." I starred blankly at Hudson as he went on and on, "JonBenèt Ramsey was killed by her brother." He smiled wide and raised his hands in triumphant as if he actually solved this decade old case.

"Why are we talking about this again?" I said flatly. I was actually trying to do my homework now after days of not doing shit. I watched him spin in circles in his chair.

He shook his head, "I don't fucking know. My mind thinks and I speak. Plus, I just watched her Netflix doc. I think the brother was just jealous."

"How riveting." The sarcasm dripped from my tongue. He just rolled his eyes and turned back to his own homework.

Hudson turned his nose up at me, "Ok, grumpy. Don't get your man bun in a twist." I flipped the middle finger to the back of his head. I wasn't grumpy, just incredibly fucking unsatisfied. I turned my focus back to my textbook as I reread the same sentence for the fifth time in a row.

"You also wear man buns, Hudson." I pointed out.

"Why are you bringing my buns into this?" He literally just brought up my bun but his is off limits? Figures.

I glared at the back of his head, "I- Nevermind. You right." Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a nut. I slammed my book shut. I can't focus on anything.

"Ok, but hear me out," He started as he swiveled back around to face me. Oh my fucking god.

I protested before he could even finish his thought process, "Hudson, shut up, man." This man never stops talking.

He put his hands up in surrender, "No, no, Remember that mirror I broke like two days ago?" The one he randomly threw his fucking hand into.

"How could I forget?" I said as I leaned back onto

"Turns out the mirror costed like $156. What college kid has $156 laying around." He said incredulously.

"I guess the ones that go around breaking other people's shit." Stupid shit.

"How can one assert dominance without breaking shit. It looked like a regular mirror to me. Who puts a $200 mirror in a house with a college kid?"

"Hudson..." I rolled my eyes. He's always taking me down a rabbit hole instead of straight to the point.

"So I just told Eric that I'll just man one of the fucking tables at the football game Thursday so he won't tell Coach. Sell cookies and shit, that's the only thing they had left."

"How exactly does that fix the mirror situation?"

He looked at me as if the he answer should've been obvious to me, "I have to like...make the cookies to sell."

My confusion didn't waver, "Okay?" He just let out a really big breath.

"Will you help a brother out?" Hudson put his hands together prayer and looked at me with sad puppy dogs eyes. I almost wavered. Emphasis on almost.

I busted out laughing, "First of all, you're not a brother, you're as white as a piece of chalk" I spoke, "Second of all, do it look like I fucking bake cookies and shit." I write music. Well, I haven't lately but I do!