Misunderstood (A Neighbor from Hell YA #1) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,98
moved to pull his legs free and this time, they didn’t stop him.
Getting to his feet, Sebastian turned around and faced his brother only to find his parents and half his family standing there, watching him. Ramming his fingers through his hair, Sebastian said, “Everything will be better when I’m shipped off to military school.”
When nobody said anything, Sebastian moved to leave when Mikey’s next words stopped him. “You think you ruined my life?”
“I know I did.”
“I see,” Mikey murmured, looking thoughtful as she reached down and picked up the bottle of water she’d dropped during her earlier attack and–
“Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?” Sebastian demanded when the crazed teenage girl tackled him to the ground.
“You! That’s what’s wrong!” Mikey snapped as she quickly straddled his stomach and–
“Are you crazy?” he demanded only to sputter when she opened the bottle and dumped it on his face.
“Yes!” she snapped as he reached up to stop her, but apparently the crazed girl wasn’t done yet and started beating him with that empty bottle.
“I am sick and tired of your crap, Sebastian Bradford! You are the most stubborn, annoying boy that I have ever met! You did not ruin my life, you jerk! So, stop acting like it! The only thing that you’re doing is pissing me off!”
“Ow! Stop that!”
“No!”
“You are not going to military school! You are not going to drop out of high school and get your GED and waste your life when we both know that you were meant for something better! And you are not going to try to ditch me again just because you like to make yourself miserable! And you are not leaving me! Do you hear me?” Mikey shouted long after his father and Uncle Lucifer managed to pull her off him.
“That’s not your decision,” Sebastian said as he pulled himself up only to realize that they’d already let Mikey go and–
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded as she took him back down to the ground and picked up where she left off.
“Everything!”
Chapter 40
“I’m not going to attack him again,” Mikey promised as she struggled to get free, but something, probably the way that she glared at Sebastian, gave her away.
“Liar,” Sebastian bit out coldly from the other side of the kitchen where he continued to struggle against his restraints, but there was no use.
They’d used the good knots to tie them to the chairs, which meant that Mikey wouldn’t be able to finish what she’d started until they let her go. But that was fine, more than fine with her because she could wait until they let her go and once they did…
She was going to slap some sense into the stubborn jerk.
“I think we need to talk,” Uncle Trevor said with a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms over his chest while Mikey narrowed her eyes on Sebastian.
“Fine, but she doesn’t need to be here for this,” Sebastian said, further pissing her off.
“He’s right. Let me go and I’ll leave,” Mikey said, smiling pleasantly as she waited for someone to release her.
“That probably won’t end well,” Jonathan said around a large bite of birthday cake.
“It never does,” Jessica murmured in agreement with a sad shake of her head.
“Shouldn’t you be at Cole’s birthday party?” Sebastian asked, never taking his eyes off Mikey.
“Probably, but since Cole ditched his own party an hour ago, I don’t think it really matters,” Mathew said, shrugging it off as he reached for his sister’s slice of cake only to grumble when she pulled it out of his reach.
“This involves them too,” Aunt Zoe said, earning matching nods from the rest of her children while Sebastian seethed.
There really was no other way to put it, Mikey thought as she mouthed, “Watch your back,” to the boy that she was no longer speaking to.
“I’d just like to point out that this never would have happened if you’d picked me,” Jonathan said with a heartfelt sigh as he finished off his cake and stole his sister’s.
“Lesson learned,” Mikey said evenly, refusing to look away first.
“He can have you,” Sebastian bit out.
There was a heavy sigh and then, “You kids are going to be the death of me,” Uncle Trevor said as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face.
“I think we should clear up a few things first,” Aunt Zoe said as she focused her attention on Sebastian. “You are not going to military school,” making him frown.