CHAPTER 5: I'm smart. Oh and I'm a stripper

"She's hot."

"Nah, bro. I said she's mine."

"Back off, assholes. We all know who she belongs to."

"Please, Draven. The girl will become a nun if she ever runs into you."

2x plus 3-

The fuck was it?

"You stay with your Meredith!"

"No! I told you she got no boobs. I want my April back. Get lost."

Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.

Okay, so if this angle is here then...

Where the fuck is my right angle?

"Aaron, you bitch! I told you she's my chick. Why don't you take that other fat nurse?"

"Bloody-

"SHUT THE FUCKETY FUCK UP, YOU ASSHOLES! I'M FIGHTING FOR MY BLOODY LIFE HERE WITH EQUATIONS AND YOU ARE BUSY HERE FIGHTING FOR BOOBS! YOU GOT ANY FUCKING SENSE IN YOU?" I shoot out of my chair and turn towards them who were relaxingly sprawled across the sofa.

Silence.

That's a good sign. They probably finally realized how much their sister is valuable to them and that they are monkeys.

Ah. Fucked monkeys.

"Oh, my.... what...shit man," Jason says as he laughs out loud while the two other idiots follow suit.

Guess I spoke too soon.

"Are you on your periods, sumo?" Aaron asks.

"Don't fucking call me that! And no I'm not, ugh!" I say as I pull the sides of my hair in annoyance. Trust me, 45 minutes of math equations with crazy baboons dancing over your head doesn't really drive your brain in the right direction.

"What's up with you?" Draven asks.

You've got to be kidding me.

"You've got the audacity to ask me what's up with me? You have no brains! I'm trying to study here," I angrily spit out all the trigonometry irritation that was catching up on me.

And once again, the maniacs laugh.

"Oh is there anything funny? What's so funny? What's so damn funny?" I sassily put my hands on my waist and give them my best glare.

"Okay, first," Jason says as they all finally get a hold on themselves, "You can do better than stealing Draven's shirt from the washing machine." He takes a look at Draven and then back at me.

What?

He is huge.

And I love oversized t-shirts.

"Second, you? Studying? That's a clear no, dumbass. And three, next time don't interrupt our precious Grey's Anatomy time." Jason says as Aaron snickers funnily at the first part of me not studying.

I hold their gaze, strictly, as we continue a huge staring contest. But I finally give up and end up laughing as I fall back on my chair. As we all laugh at our stupidity, I smile thanking my luck for these annoying yet silly goofballs.

"We should just become doctors, I'm telling you." Aaron says as he plays around with the TV remote.

"And why's that?" Draven boringly asks as he continues staring at April stuck in the TV.

These boys. Ugh.

"Dude, look at these guys. Take Grey's Anatomy for example. Look at how many times they've you know..." Aaron says as he moves his hands in a suggestive way. He leans in and whispers in both Jason's and Draven's ears and they all grin and chuckle after that.

I don't even want to hear any of that.

"Ugh. You guys are gross as fuck." I roll my eyes as I turn back to my book and play with the pen I had in my hand.

"What? He's right. We'll make great doctors." Jason says as he winks at Aaron and Draven, definitely telling me it was something perverted.

"Yeah right. The human race will come to an end if that happens." I say, in a bored tone, while trying to mentally plead with the numbers to go easy on my dumbass brain.

"Leave them. I'm smart," Aaron says with a proud grin etched on his face.

"Oh and I'm a stripper." I turn and say, giving them all a sarcastic smile. Jason and Draven sniffle in their laughter while Aaron rolls his eyes.

Take that, sucker.

"No surprise there." He calmly says.

I once again ignore them and try working on my trigonometry questions. It was definitely known to everyone that my concentration spam was even shorter than the time it takes to go to the 3rd floor using a lift.

As I still stare at the numbers and triangles creepily, I hear Jason and the boys talk about soccer tryouts.

"Yeah, bro. Thursday next week."

"So what about that asshole?"

"Ah don't worry about him. I'll take him down."

"Draven, no. He's one of the best we've got. You aren't doing anything to him."

"But everyone's complaining of him."

"Can't I just punch him?"

"So what? We can't afford to lose him. No, Draven. No violence."

"Who is selecting the players?" I ask them, out of the blue, as Draven stands up and stomps off to his bedroom.

In a few seconds, I hear the punching of a soft thing.

Damn that punching bag. My condolences to it.

"Never mind. You know him and his anger." Jason shrugs it off and looks at me.

"The coach. It's always him. Plus me of course." Jason says and smirks as he pulls the imaginary collar of his round-necked t-shirt, with pride.

"Okay... so any change in rules this time?" I ask while I shift on my feet, my hands behind my back.

"Not really...wait. Why are you asking so many questions? You were never interested in school soccer as far as I know." Jason raises his eyebrow and puts a hand on the arm of the couch.

"Nothing. Just curious." I play innocent and start looking at Draven's room door.

"Nope. You're hiding something for sure." Immediately as I turn towards him, he's already in front of me trying his very best to study my face.

"No..." I trail off, suddenly finding the useless sunflower photo frame on our wall interesting.

"Spill it out, sumo." Aaron joins in, as he also towers over me and I feel like a kid caught stealing sugar from the kitchen.

I did that a lot by the way.

Not the point though right now.

"You guys are bullies." I pout and cross my arms over my chest like a stubborn child.

"We love you too. Now, out with it." Jason sternly says.

Okay, here goes nothing.

"I want to join the team..." I say as I look down at my shoes and then slowly peek back up through my eyelashes.

"What what what what what?" Aaron says as he exaggeratingly brings his ear forward.

"The fuck?" I look to my left and see Draven outside his door, with a what-the-hell look on his face.

As soon as he says that, Aaron bursts out laughing and Jason strictly shouts, "Hell no!"

I stare dumb-founded at them, not really expecting such a reaction.

Except for Aaron.

Well, of course, I didn't expect them to wait for me with celebration trumpets and lots of flower petals singing 'Happy Soccer' at the moment I say I want to join the boys' team.

It was the freaking boys' team. Of course, they would have a damn objection.

"Why?" I ask, throwing my arms around.

"I ain't letting any of those filthy hands touch you." Draven booms and I pity my neighbor who must have heard his voice through her headphones.

"You would look ugly in that uniform. You already though." Guess who.

Stupid bitch.

"Nope. Just plain no. You won't join our team." Jason furiously shakes his head that I was afraid it would bounce off to the corner of the room.

"Excuse me? That's for the coach to decide not you, captain." Like I get it he's the captain but he had no orders over me as a captain. He can't restrict me from joining.

"Still, I said no." Jason adamantly says.

"You can't stop me, Jason. What the fuck is wrong with you all? You think I can't play?" I shout as I take a step back, kind of afraid I would end up punching Jason for his idiotic sexist behavior.

"It's not like that, Summer. We are just worried about you." Draven walks over to me and speaks calmly.

"But I can handle myself. And you guys are there anyway. I want to play for the team." I also lower my voice and try to explain my point. I'm sure Jason would understand like that. Aaron will just go with whatever happens because...

Well because Aaron is Aaron.

"Summer, I can't have you playing for the school team. I said no. You do anyways play outside, don't you? Isn't that enough for you?" Jason furiously asks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason? You never have a problem with me playing soccer. Why now? Why now huh?" I shout at him, trying to decipher what on earth was wrong with him.

"Summer, calm down," Aaron tells me as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"No, Aaron! I don't want to calm down. Jason, what problem do you have with me playing in school? Do you think I can't take down those huge ass players of your team? Don't forget I can also take you down if it comes to it." By now, I was seething and my face was flushed. I still can't believe Jason was acting up about such a trivial matter.

"Enough, Summer. We are done with this shit. Don't even think about all this." He says as he turns and walks towards the couch, plopping down on it.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, Jason. But I'm sure if dad was here, he would've listened to me." I shout behind his back and stomp off to my bedroom, not even waiting for his reaction. But I don't miss the sound of the remote being thrown on the floor as I shut my bedroom door.

And in a few seconds, the salty water is already flowing down my flushed cheeks.