Drowning

Locking-Chapter 1

Locking

Chapter 1

"Wait so you aren't going to make me a waffle?" Nate questioned. I threw a pillow at his head, and I missed. It hit the wall behind where he wass propped by his elbows on my bed. "Tess. calm. We don't need anything broken. Especially since it'll probably end up being something that isn't my head. You have the shittiest aim ever."

He flicked a brown curl out of his eyes and preped for me to throw another pillow. I missed again and instead of hitting Nate I took out a picture frame that was sitting on my bed side table. "SHIT." I screamed as the glass from the frame shattered on the floor.

Nate rolled over onto his stomach to examine the damage, a picture of my sister and I covered in shattered glass, and I took this as opportunity to smack the back of his head with a pillow. I hit him hard and he instantly pulled his famous back flip off the bed and chased after me. "TESSA CATHERINE SCOTT GET BACK HERE." he came at me in a blur of khaki shorts and pink polo, cornering me in my own closet.

I glanced at the my walls of clothes and debated my escape but then it was too late. Nate took me to the ground, tickling me until I couldn't breathe. "Wait wait stop okay stop please Nate" I pleaded with what little breath I had. Finally he gave up and ended the tickle massacre (he says tickle war but its always one sided so more like massacre). I flopped down on the floor of my walk in closet, panting, and he laid down right with me.

The sight wass almost comical. If someone from the outside didn't know the story of Nate and I then they would have thought we were a couple or something but that would be extremely awkward. Nate was just my best friend. My preppy tool of a best friend. He was the only one that stuck around after the incident and for that I will forever be indebted to him.

"Do you think normal people do this?" he asked. He's wasn't panting because he's in shape so tickling me is nothing. Me on the other hand...

"I don't know. I wouldn't know." I retoredt. Referring to my lack of other friendships.

"I don't think so." he sat up, pulling me with him. "because no one else has an amazing best friend like I do." I shook my head at his corniness and fixed a lock of the brown curly mop on his head.

Nate was the most typical jock you'll ever find. He was captain of the swim team at Westwood High, and his body showed it. He had all the quirks. Including the wall of abs under his white teeshirt.

"Wait Tess?" he stood from the closet floor but I laid back down and stare at the light blue ceiling.

"Yes Nate?"

"Will you make me a waffle?" he looked down on me and gave me an evil mischievous grin and then made his eyes do that thing I can't say no to. His big brown puppy eyes lowered and he'd begging me without words.

"Ugh." I groaned from the floor where my blonde locks were sprawled. "Fine but you have to help me up." he beamed and then pulled me and threw me over his shoulder.

The kid was strong, I must admit. Cause even though I was little, five two to be exact and only a hundred pounds, he could carry me all the way down the stairs of my house. I lived in a mansion I guess. Dad was rich, selling some computer software or something, so we lived well but I'd give up all my riches to have what I had before the incident.

My bedroom was that of a princess, with pink walls and a huge canopy bed and a huge walk in closet. It led to the balcony hall, with my room, my parents room, my sisters room, two guest rooms and two bathrooms. Downstairs was the big living room, the kitchen dining room, that kind of thing.