It looked like we were just staring, but our minds were having an internal battle.
Why doesn’t he have to ruin everything?
“Get Out.” I said.
“No.”
I was good and pissed off now, and I would do better in a fight. But I don’t want to cause anything big, I don’t want to freak out Mel.
I saw Matt step forward, and several things happened at once.
Matt’s arm swished past my face, I planted a hard fist in his stomach, and Mel was at the doorway, gawking.
“Matt!” Mel yelled.
We both got up, pointed at each other, and shouted in unison:
“He went for me first!”
“Are you kidding me?” I yelled at him. “You totally tried to punch me!”
“Bull!” Matt spat. “You just want to show off for her!”
“Why would i want to show off by beating up my own brother!?”
Matt was at loss for words after that.
“This isn’t over.” He whispered to me, and swished off to his room.