Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

"How was your day at school today, Arthur?" My dad asked, and I stuffed some fries in my mouth as Arthur smiled.
"Day was good. So many nice to me. I like." He nodded, eating his salad that he'd rather have than fast food. Freak.
"That is good! Did William help you around?" My mom asked, and I froze.
If he tells them about how I treated him I'll be in for it this time. Not that I expect him to be nice and tell them I did. But I don't have time to be getting in trouble.
"He help me out. He good friend." He said, smiling.
Making me snort, my parents looking at me.
"What's so funny?" Dad asked, and I shook my head.
"Nothing." They went back to talking to him and I was kinda surprised.
He just lied so easily to my parents face like it was nothing. Not only did he disobey me and say we were friends, but he lied to them like it was nothing.
I looked to him, and he looked at me as my parents were talking.
"Yes?" He said, and I rolled my eyes.
It's going to look so bad if I don't have a conversation with him at least.
"Have you ever tried anything besides healthy food?" I ask, and he grins.
"I try wine and cheese? Ooh! A chicken stuff inside duck stuff inside turkey?"
"What the hell? That doesn't even sound right." I say, and he smiles as he eats some more of his salad. Covering his mouth as he looked towards me.
"It good. Not the healthy thing, but good. Should try." He recommends, but I shake my head.
"I'll pass. But you drank wine before?"
"Yes. I'm allowed at young age. You?"
"Twenty something." I say, and he smiles.
"I sorry." I snort, actually agreeing with him about that one. You'd think I'd already tried alcohol and such. But only tiny sips my parents let me taste of some.
I go back to eating and when I look to my parents they have a satisfied expression. I sneer, making them laugh, looking away.
"Have you ever tried fries before?" I ask, and he cocks his head.
"Fries?"
I find myself grabbing one of mine, passing it to him as he grabs it. He stares at it, examining it like I poisoned it. But it is a waffle fry so.
We watch as he puts it in his mouth, chewing slowly. Looking at me, but slowly his eyes divert to my fries. I smirk, grabbing my fries as I show them.
"Want some more?"
He smiles, grabbing some and putting them beside his salad.
"I never had such before. It good!" He claimed, my parents laughing and I just chuckled.
Okay, I don't know what's wrong with me. But I'm actually not having a bad time at dinner.
Like I said before, he must have horrible short term memory. He acts like everything I do to him, is out his mind like it never happened.
But that glare...I won't forget that.
You know how there are those glared that your parents give you sometimes? Like some of them traumatize you and it's like, I won't do that thing again. I don't want that deadly glare!
But his glare...it was a whole other level! I will never forget that...
"Okay, I'm going to go upstairs in my office. Call me if you need anything." My dad stood, walking off. My mom smiled, following after him.
Oh shit, she's gonna blow him.
Now it was the guy and I.
Awkwardness was expected. Because it's like, now that they aren't here we aren't trying to speak to one another. I'm not, at least.
He suddenly stood, looking down at me and nodding. Grabbing the fries I gave him and shoving them in his mouth. But he walked off into the kitchen.
I faced forward, eating the rest of my food alone. But not alone anymore when I saw him come back. Sitting next to me. He had nothing with him so I don't know why he's sitting back here.
"What do you want?" I say I'm harsh tone, and he faces me.
"It kind to wait until all is done eating." He murmurs, grinning.
I find my cheeks getting warm, looking away quickly.
"You don't have to. I know you're just forcing yourself." I spat, and he smiles.
"If I did not want here, I would not have come." He states, and I nod.
As I eat I can't help but feel his stare on me the whole time. I try to avoid it, continuing to eat because from my peripheral vision I can clearly see him looking at me.
"Can you stop staring at me?" I say, and he grins.
"Cannot help. In France you would be considered beautiful. 'Cause you are beautiful."
I feel my whole face become hot, and I look away.
"What is wrong with you?! Do you like men or something?!"
"I not have preference, I have only date women. But I know beautiful when I see it. Even if a man." He explains, and I gulp.
That's a first.
I've never been called beautiful before... So this is how women feel? Dammit! I am not gay! But he's saying stupid shit like this!
"Do you just say that to someone? You have no filter." I snap, angry that I let his words get to me like that.
"But truth-!"
"Fuck the truth!" I stand, throwing all my trash in the bag." And fuck you!"
I storm off, throwing away my shit, running up the stairs as I slam my door.
That stupidass French guy is pissing me off. Who just calls a man beautiful in the middle of nowhere?
I get it, he might not be from America and does that shit over there. But he needs to get that out of his skull. Because I know for certain if he said that to anyone else...I can't even tell what they would do!
He's just confusing! Like, what the hell! I'm still surprised by my reaction.
Tell me, how would you react if a guy told you you were beautiful...and you're a guy? Especially if the guy that told you you were beautiful is not bad looking? And has this French accent? How the hell would you feel?!
I kick my MacBook, watching it fall smack to the floor from my couch. Good thing this is carpet or I'd have to buy another.
I cuss, looking towards my door as I see the guy.
"Who told you to open my door?" I bark, and he folds his arms.
This is the first time that I've seen him with such a stern, tight-lipped expression.
I grab my phone, dialing 911 and showing it to him.
"I'll do it! I'll call 911!"
"What for?" He asked, starting to walk in.
"For trespassing and-."
"I know what this about." He says, and I try to hold back my blush.
I don't have feelings for him! It's just the "'Cause you are beautiful" that keeps ringing in my ears.
"What the hell-?!"
"You never be called beautiful. I do not know why! Do not be shy. It is consider compliment." He states, and I look away because my face is red as fuck. I don't need to look in a mirror to know that that's clearly evident.
"I know that!"
"Than why shy? Or you not like? Beautiful?"
I slap my hands on my cheeks, rubbing them over and over again. Trying my best to make this feeling go away, ASAP.
"Get out."
"Beautiful?"
"I said-."
"Beautiful?"
I turn around only to see him standing right in front of me. And I know he saw the shade of my skin as he cocked his head, then it straightened as he smiled.
"Your skin look pretty like that." He murmurs, and I can't even move right now.
This is ridiculous. I'm standing, frozen, because of this freak! Why can't I punch him. It's like I'm frozen and can't even feel my limbs or something shitty!
I feel like a damn girl!
"Are you gay?" I ask, and he smiles.
"No."
"Than...?" I find myself cocking my head like he does, biting my lip. I never bite my lip! Stopping that right now and smacking my cheeks, making him cock his head. Now we both have cocked heads.
"Than why are you saying I'm beautiful if you aren't gay?"
"I think you confused. I can call you beautiful without I being gay. Do not worry."
I nod, but when he steps closer and presses his head against mine softly, I know I'm cherry red. A dark cherry red!
"Je peux être gay si je veux être." ( I can be gay when I want to be. ) He whispers, and I feel my heart beating faster. Until he smiles, pulling away." Kidding."
He starts laughing, and I feel myself get pissed off.
'I know for certain he isn't as calm as he might give off or lacks confidence. He's one of those guys who will do sneaky revenge that creeps into your life and you don't even see it.' Dylan's words play in my head and I start panicking.
"Get out my room!"
"I kid, I kid!" He holds his stomach, laughing his ass off like this was the funniest thing. But he was pissing me the fuck off.
"Were you joking this whole time?" I hiss, and he looks up at me from his crouched position.
"Not about beautiful part. But gay part, yes."
I grind my teeth, glaring at him as he still laughs.
I'm a guy! He saw that that affected me and that's why he thinks it's so damn funny. Probably thinks since I'm always mean to him - in his mind of mean - that he'll play with me.
Not today!
"I said to get-!"
"Pas besoin de crier belle, je suis désolé de plaisanter." ( No need to yell beautiful, I'm sorry for joking around. ) He smooths, and I stomp to my bed, plopping down.
"You'd think with me treating you like a dick you'd back off!" I snap, and he still stood in the same spot, but facing me.
"I understand feel."
I look him in the eye, and he nods.
"How do you understand what I'm feeling?"
"To have me put in life so sudden. No one tell you. I sorry for that." He walked slowly to my bed, sitting on it slowly as if he was waiting for me to bark." I want brother. You want brother. Why not be-." He smacked his fists together firmly." Brother?"
I grin, shrugging.
"Okay. I see. But know, as brother, I be little brother. You can boss me around like big brother. We be friend and brother. I am sorry for how things start off. But let us be good?"
I laughed, making him frown as I felt my head nodding.
"Why not? You're like the big brother - in size at least." I joke, and he nods.
I already know what he's going to do. He grabs my hands, nodding at them.
"Merci beaucoup." He murmurs, and I nod at them too.
"Merci beaucoup."
We remove our hands, and I smile as does he.
"Now...get outta here!" I yell, and he smiles as he gets up.
He walks out the door and I shake my head.
"Shut the front door!" I shout, and he comes back, shutting the door, leaving with a smile.
****
Arthur and I talk more, for sure now.
I don't call him 'the guy' or 'that guy' anymore. So that's saying something.
He's been here for a week so far and he's become just as popular as me. I'm not surprised though, he's always around me so of course he's suddenly popular.
Right now it's Gym and we happen to be playing dodgeball. Who the hell doesn't like dodgeball?!
Getting to throw balls in peoples faces and showing off your skill in front of girls. Doesn't get better than that.
As we have to choose teams, I become a captain and so does a random girl named Yolanda.
Her name isn't really Yolanda, it's Landa. But she collects yo-yo's like a weirdo, so we started calling her Yolanda. Everyone calls her that, even the teachers.
"Okay, go ahead Will." I rub my hands together, nodding at Dylan as he smirks. Walking forward as we high five.
Everyone looks to Yolanda, not wanting to be on her team.
"...um...Arthur."
I look, seeing him easily as he walks forward. People apologize to him, but he's too dumb to understand. He pats her shoulder, making her blush as he smiles.
"We will win." He assures, and people look at him like "you're-so-cute-you-don't-even-know-this-sport."
I choose the rest as does she, and of course, I have the best team.
We separate onto each side, and the balls sit on the line in the middle of the Gym. Coach nods to both sides, grabbing his whistle as we press our hand to the wall.
When it blows I see Arthur jump, but I don't pay attention to that. Running to grab balls as we quickly got them.
Throwing them like a piece of cake. I hit someone across the face, knocking them to the ground. High fiving my teammates at my throw.
But I suddenly move my head to the side, hearing the ball that almost hit me in the head hit the wall. We look, seeing Arthur holding two balls in his hand as he smiles innocently.
"Arthur!" I yell, and he walks to Yolanda. Standing in front of her as people obviously want to get the captain out." Arthur move please!" I ask, and he shakes his head.
Oh, so someone told him the game.
"I get you all out!" He shouts, and people start laughing. But he pushes Yolanda to the side gently, throwing a ball that I couldn't even see through the air. Seeing it hit Hank square in the face.
I gasp, facing forward only to see Arthur throwing more balls as if it was nothing. My teammates getting out quicker than people getting out of Walmart after Black Friday!
Now it was Dylan and I, Arthur still protecting Yolanda as we tried to get her ass out.
"Dude did you know Arthur could throw?" Dylan asked me in a tired breath, and I shake my head.
"No way! If I did I would have-."
I watched Dylan almost fly back, seeing a ball had hit his stomach. Not to my surprise, it was Arthur. Smirking his ass off and forgetting that he's supposed to be on my side even though he's not on my side...
"Arthur...!" I growl, looking to Coach as he looks at him in astonishment. That's not good at all.
Coach happens to also be my football Coach. We happened to need a Quarterback because our usual one has this nasty stomach bug. He's looking at Arthur like he's an angel!
"I sorry." He says, and I watch as the ball comes hurdling towards me. All I see myself doing is covering my face, feeling it smack against the back of my hands.
Feeling a stinging sensation, I look, seeing the patchy red.
"Yolanda's team wins!" Coach screams, and I look to my teammates who are looking at Arther in shock.
All I can do is watch as Coach rushes to him. Grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side.
I jog over, knowing I was right when I heard "want to be a star?"
"Coach!" He looks, Arthur looking too as his eyes look excited.
"What? Your friend here has an arm! I need someone like this. A good throw and not bad on the eyes if I must say so myself." Coach elbowed him, making him cock his head.
"Coach, I don't think Arthur is ready for the game that's coming up. That's the last game and serious as fuck."
"That's the point! This boy right here, he'll make us win in no time! Not to mention he's a giant!" Coach looks up at him, Arthur smiling.
"But Coach-."
"It's up to him. Arthur," Coach patted his arm,"wanna be my star Quarterback?"
Arthur cocked his head, looking at me.
I shook my head, mouthing the words "no" over and over. But he looked away, smiling.
"I not sure about what that is. But I know I will learn. So, yes."
Coach smiles, patting his back.
But I just glare at him. He looks at me with uncertainty, and I walk away.
There's one thing I love more than my girlfriend, and that's football.
Like hell am I letting him take that away from me.
We might've been getting along for the past few days. But now he started a war.
No one messes with me and football.
No can do. Shut that front door real quick.