Wednesday morning I wake up and find it impossible to get out of bed. I want to get up and put a little extra effort into my appearance to make up for yesterday but my ankle is throbbing. I text my parents for some Advil, which my dad brings up a few minutes later with some breakfast. "Thank you, daddy," I say, sitting up and kissing him on the cheek.

"Do you need a ride today, I really don't want you to drive with that ankle?" He sits down on my bed and plays with a bouncy ball that was sitting on the nightstand.

"Matt is driving me and J. He texted me last night and offered so I said yes." My dad looks up and gives me that look. You know, the look parents give when they're suggesting something ridiculous, you know like the idea that I have a crush on Matt. I roll my eyes and shake my head no but the sly smile on his face only grows.

"Whatever you say Syd Bean, but I have eyes too." With that, he leaves my room. Can we just talk about my dad's nickname for me for a second? Syd Bean. He thinks it's funny because he used to call me string bean, but he finds a lot of things funny that are so whatever. Also, he stole my ball, how rude!

I drag myself out of bed and pull myself together quickly. I have about 15 minutes before Matt comes which is enough time to put on jeans and a T-shirt, brush my teeth, do something quick with my hair, and apply just enough make up so that I don't look like complete death. Just as I am finishing up making my bed, I hear my dad greeting Matt.

I quickly grab my stuff and hurry downstairs before my dad can ask Matt something stupid. I wouldn't put that past him honestly. The first time Aaron had his girlfriend over my dad looked her straight in the face and asked if she was the reason Aaron was buying condoms the week before. It was so embarrassing my soul literally left my body. I wanted to die for them it was so awkward but my dad thought he was so fucking funny, he couldn't stop laughing.

I come flying down the stairs and in sync both guys look at me and go, "How's the ankle?" before looking at each other and laughing. Matt blushes a little and my dad just gives me "that" look again. Shut up dad, he is just being nice because you terrify him!

Matt takes my backpack for me and we walk out to his Jeep, my dad watching like a creep from the front window. "I am so sorry he is like this," I apologize, wondering if I can put myself up for adoption. I mean it is only a matter of time before my dad says something to Matt that ruins my entire life.

"It's all good, he's funny as fuck, anyways which way?"

"Left and then about 4 blocks down. The twins will probably be sacrificing an old lady in the front yard, so it will be hard to miss." Matt gives me a weird look but shrugs it off and begins driving.

"You never answered me, how is your ankle?" He stops at the stop sign a little longer than necessary and looks at me, trailing his eyes from my face down to my ankle. His stare makes me nervous and I shift a little in my seat resulting in my arm resting on the center console to brush against his.

"It-it's um good. A little sore when I woke up but not as painful as yesterday. Are you ready for the make-up quiz?" I have pulled my arm away from his, but the air in the car is still a little tense. I wonder if my comments yesterday took things too far?

"Yeah yeah, I am taking it during lunch today, hope she doesn't wreck me with an unnecessarily hard quiz." He is looking forward now, extremely focused on the road.

"It's the blue house right there," I say pointing to the house. Just as Matt slows down in front of the house, the twins come bolting out, each with what looks like wet towels swinging over their heads. I hop out of the car leaning on the open door.

"Hey dumb and dumber, what are you doing?" They both stop in front of me and look behind me at Matt, who I admit to a 12 year old probably looks really cool. He is wearing black jeans with a black V-neck shirt. His arm is draped over the steering wheel, putting his intricate tattoo in full view. His hair is slightly curly but pushed up off his face, with his cut from Saturday almost gone.

"Whose he?" Ethan asks, staring at Matt.

"Oh, is this why she was being so weird this morning! I heard her saying she has to look cute for him." Mike asks, looking Matt up and down. For a 12 year old who claims he doesn't like his sister, he just got real protective real fast.

"No idiot, that's Kyle. They're having sex," Ethan replies matter-of-factly.

I nearly pass out at my baby cousin talking about sex in front of me. "Ew, why him? This guy is better looking than Kyle. Besides, Kyle agreed with us Monday that girls are gross."

"Alright stop it you two!" I scream terrified of what they will say next. The last thing I need is them asking me about sex. "Go inside, get ready for school, I will see you guys Thursday for family dinner." They both look at Matt one more time before shrugging and heading inside, their wet towels dragging in the grass.

"Wow," is all Matt says as I turn around to look at him. I am about to apologize for the twins when he says, "I'm better looking than Kyle? Fuck yeah!" He does a small fist pump, smiling like a lunatic. I get back in the car and shut the door thinking of ways to bring Satan's inflated ego back down to earth.

"Morning everyone," Julia says, hopping into the car. Matt and I both turn around to look at her, while she buckles her seatbelt totally unaware we are watching her. When she finally looks up, she jumps a little. "Ummm, you two good?"

Without giving it a second thought I lean back over the seat and grab her. "Are you having sex with Kyle!?" She goes wild in the back seat trying to pull away from me but I have a pretty good grip on her. "Answer you bitch! Did you fuck Kyle!"

"Sydney you psychopath, let go of me!" She is still clawing at my hands and avoiding the question, so I move out of my seat more to hold onto her better.

"Barbie, let her go, we have more important things to discuss here! Who cares if they are or aren't they will be soon anyways," Matt says, grabbing me and pulling me away while unlatching my hands from Julia. She quickly grabs her backpack and hides in the back farthest from me. Matt looks at me and pulls away from the house before softly saying, "Why does it matter, I am better looking."

I look at Matt and laugh, shaking my head. Damn twins, he will never let that go now.

Julia didn't hear him but moves so she is leaning forward between the two front seats. She looks at me with this evil grin before looking at Matt. "So is my cousin a fuzzy cuff or metal cuff kinda gi-" Before she can finish I am slamming her head down onto the center console and covering her mouth.

"She is a metal cuff girl, but apparently not opposed to rope." Matt tells her, looking me up and down and biting his lower lip. I feel my breathing pick up as we lock eyes, before mine dart down to his lip between his teeth. God dammit Matt, it is 7:45am, can we not do this?

Julia squirms out of my hold while I am staring and crawls back to her seat. "Wow cuz, proud of you. I mean I knew you weren't totally vanilla but damn girl, under Uncle Den's roof? That is bold."

The three of us quiet down as we approach school, all seemingly lost in our own thoughts. Matt parks and quickly jumps out, coming around and opening both our doors. "I welcome you both to hell on earth," he says while helping me out of the car, making sure I can lean on him instead of my ankle.

"Thanks for the ride Matt, you used to remind me of Hardin but not so much anymore."

"Why? I have never made a bet on a girl's virginity. Also, I would never cry like a little bitch and run off to England because my girlfriend was rightfully pissed off. But then again, I probably would have beat up Zed a lot sooner than he did. The dude pisses me the fuck off." I continue walking with Matt as Julia stops dead in the middle of the parking lot.

"YOU'VE READ AFTER AND AFTER WE COLLIDED," she screams, causing many eyes to turn toward her. Matt winks at her and keeps walking, heading into the building and not looking back at us. "Sydney, I swear to god if you fuck this up with that perfect man right there, I will kill your hamster."

"J, my hamster died 2 years ago, asshole. But thanks for the reminder." She flips me off, ignoring me and heading into school with me slightly behind her. Another day, another weird interaction with Matt, and it's not even 8am. . . great.