Knock, Knock

Once I had arrived in front of Chad’s place, I was beyond pissed. I called my twin brother who automatically answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong, E?” His voice was husky informing me that he was probably sleeping. I rolled my eyes as I glared at the preppy boy’s house in front of me.

“Come to Chad’s. Now!” I demanded then hung up. I shut off my bike and hiked up the stairs to his front door. I knocked loudly twice when he shouted that he was coming and to quit knocking. When he opened the door, he smiled smugly at me while checking me out.

“What do I owe the pleasure, babe?” I rolled my eyes and punched him as hard as I could square in the face.

“You sick f*ck! You beat on my baby sister, then try to hit on me?” I screamed angrily at him. I heard the cluster of motorcycle engines roaring behind me. Chad looked up at me terrified. The group of footsteps running towards our direction told me that Ethan had told the others. Ethan got to me first and briskly pulled me off of Chad