Twelve

It's been a week since Nathan showed me he could be a really good man. I barely saw him, but during the first two days of my period, he checked on me twice a day. He went on a business trip yesterday, so I decided to spend the five days he will spend away at my parents’ place.

“So how is everything with Nathan?” Henry wonders as the two of us watch tv together while eating popcorn.

“He pranked me once, I got my revenge,” I say, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

“Really? What did he do?” My brother looks amused.

“He put laxative in a drink he made me.” I role my eyes as I remember what he did to me.

“And what did you do?”

“Slashed three tires of his Ferrari,” I smirk. I notice how my brother’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“What are you? Satan?” he says in disbelief. “This car is Nathan's baby! I'm glad you're alive,” he chuckles.

“Chill. I slashed the tires. I didn't key the car. I made sure the damage is repairable.” I