Page 26 of The Monster I Am
The three of us watch with a mixture of bewilderment and sheer frustration as he storms out of the warehouse, a loud bang echoing behind him as he slams the door.
Well… that’s one way to make things awkward and dampen my buzz.
“We should all head home,” I sigh. “Rain check on the weirdest team meeting ever?”
Chapter eight
Tai
Damn gigantic fluff monster.
Todaywasgoing pretty great until I started walking to my car after last class. Mary texted to give me the heads up that Calvin has apparently mistaken my new sneakers for a chew toy.
Now, playing devil’s advocate, I know they say dogs are color blind. But my shoes do not squeak. Nor are they bright blue like his very cute, verynewfluffy bone. I even intentionally picked the color for his new toy to one that Google said dogs could see.
I’m certain this is an attack and a doggy declaration of war. It’s punishment for slacking on our afternoon walks lately. But where is the logic?! If I’m down a pair of shoes, that negatively affectshispavement time.
Maybe Soph put the shoes outside. I’m almost positive I left them in the house…
I think.
Hitting the call button on my cell, I tap my foot impatiently.
“What’s up, ass goblin?”
Ahh. Classic sibling pet names. So endearing.
“Did you put my new sneakers outside?” I grumble accusingly down the phone to Sophia. “Calvin ate them.”
On the other end, I hear a pause before the audible, loud scoff shoots back at me. “Tai, what would ever possess you to think I’d want to touch your smelly shoes? Besides the fact I already have to endure your train snores through the walls, I do not have a death wish. I need to ace my final exams, not die from gross brotherly odors.”
“They do not stink,” I argue. “They were brand new.”
“You wore them at least once. Foot fetishes are not on my kink list.”
I roll my eyes. “But dragon dick is?”
“Ew. Are you really thinking about my sex life?” she questions, gagging with what I assume is repulsion.
“NO!” I shout back. “Yuck, no. Besides, there isnosex life to discuss. Nope. None.”
Soph snorts. “Alright, if you say so, big bro. But your beef is with Calvin. I didn’t touch your gross floppy clown shoes.”
“Fine,” I huff, opening the car door one-handed. “Are you going to be home this afternoon?”
“Maybe,” she mutters dryly. “Surprised you’re not just stalking me like the creep you are.”
Starting the car, I wait for the phone to switch over to hands-free mode. “It comes from a place of love, Sophia. You know, that thing you feel for me.”
“Wowwww,” she drawls out. “Someone thinks highly of themselves. Next, you’ll be usingwomb buddiesas an excuse to beg me to do your hair.”
“Well, now that you mention it…” I laugh. “It needs a toner. The green is nearly faded out finally. Thank fuck. Can you do it?”
“No.”
“You should be thankful I didn’t eat and absorb you in utero.”
I hear talking in the background of the call, my ears straining to recognize the voice. It’s too fuzzy, but just as Soph goes to curse me out, a notification pops up on my screen. I gasp excitedly, launching to snatch the phone from the holder. “Gotta go, twinnie! BYE!”
