Chapter 129

I felt like sinking into the floor the moment she did this. whenever it comes to Oakley, you know the moment she has that excited grin in her eyes, she has set her mind on doing something, and there is nothing you can do to stop her.

I almost wish I hadn't suggested that we skip all the drama schools school might possibly bring today, and just stay at home and chill. 

"We aren't going anywhere for your information" I said looking at her the same way my aunt would have looked at me. Scott only looks at me with something of a surprised expression.

"You're sure you don't want us to go to school?" he asks, and for a moment I almost think it should be because of the singular reason that I am so scared of my aunt I would never do anything to rile her that he's asking this question, but yet there is something else hidden in his eyes. 

"Do you want to go to school today?" I ask him, and he sits down once more as he takes his time to consider it. Scott has always been something of a silent debater, so if you ask him a question, he can probably go on and on muttering to himself for about 30 minutes, before he actually gives you an answer. Well before he gives you a reasonable answer anyways.

You would have driven yourself half mad by the time he was muttering to himself with little hints of yes and no, that YOU would take as answers, but yet you find he was still contemplating an actual answer.

He comes to an answer using enough of his time though, and I thank the stars for that. That would have been 30 more minutes wasted if he had decided to start muttering to himself. 

"It seems we are staying home then" I say with my heart pounding in my ears. This is a huge risk I am taking, I am the eldest here and so I will probably be blamed for anything that should happen, or for any mischief that should go on, well I'm practically not the oldest, Oakley and I are the same age, but yet I doubt my aunt would actually berate Oakley for something that I had allowed happen, something that Scott and I are done in agreement.

"Aren't you afraid of missing your classes?" I say to Scott, trying to appeal to him to please just be firmer for once, and tell us not to miss school. I appeal to him to speak some sense into my little brain and Oakley's excited grin to wear off.

Instead he just shrugs his shoulders, and gestures around the room. Even if this is my room, I can still see some of Scott's notes there, notes that he would have spent painstaking hours writing ahead of each and every class we had.

He's probably written up on the whole term now and I wonder how he does it. Wonder does nothing to quell the anticipation I am feeling.

We are actually staying at home.