Micah smiles and smacks Talon on his back.
“This is about a girl? Who is it?” Micah says, with a smirk.
“Is it that crazy cheerleader, Tara? Damn, we all saw that video where she was all over you at the party a couple of weekends ago,” Talon adds in.
“What? No. There is a video?” My mind is reeling right now. “No, her name is Scarlette. She was my tutor. Only Gabby knows,” I tell them.
Saying her name aloud feels good. I can’t help the smile that crosses my face.
“Oh shit, Ason is smiling,” Micah taunts me.
“Shut up,” I yell.
They both start hysterically laughing and I want to beat them both senseless. A sudden knock on my bedroom door startles me, but Micah and Talon don’t seem to be bothered at all.
When my mom walks in, I sigh.
“Hey, boys. I heard yelling,” she states.
My mom is beautiful and one of the kindest people I know. If she can be happy living in the mafia, maybe Scarlette can, too. Oh shit, I have it bad for this girl.
“Yeah, Ason is acting all pissy because he likes a girl,” Micah laughs.
A bright smile beams across my mom's face. She leans against the door frame and laughs. “A girl, huh? Is it that pretty girl you brought over the other day? The one with long, brown hair?” mom asks.
All I can do is nod. This is the last thing I want to talk to my mom about right now. Especially, with dumb and dumber here.
“She was at our house?” Micah asks, his jaw falling to the floor.
“Damn, this must be serious,” Talon whistles.
I go to run at them both, but my mom shouts. “Enough, boys. I’m going back to bed. Keep your nonsense down,” she says, smiling as she closes my bedroom door.
For the rest of the night, Talon and Micah do their best to make fun of me as we take out our aggression in Call of Duty.