Overprotective Boyfriends - Crasanda (heaven official's blessing novel english .txt) 📗

walked up the stairs and tried to turn it on but it won't. Brandon came out of the washroom and looked at me when I walked up the stairs. "I told you we should go home." nagged Brandon. He was right. I was wrong. I slowly walked into the guest room. Luckily, nobody was there. Brandon entered after me. He sludged against the wall and crossed his arms. I sat there in front of him with my head in my hands. "Go join your jock friends." I told him. I looked up to see him with a hurt look on his face. "You consider me a jock?" he asked me. I shook my head. "No. Not you. I consider your friends, jocks." I remarked and went back to the classic depressing gesture of my head in my hands. I felt the bed bounce as Brandon sat down beside me. He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and placed into my lap. I peeked through my fingers to see him cross his arms over his chest and have the look on his face saying "I can't believe I'm doing this." I looked down at his phone and picked it up. "I promise I won't get you in trouble but your friends will." I said grinning and passing it to him to unlock his iPhone. He typed the password in and passed it to me. I quickly dialed in dad's number. "Hello?" said my dad unwillingly. He didn't know who it was because of the caller ID. "Hey, dad. It's Christina. Remember I called you earlier? Well, I'm calling you again from my new best friend's phone. He's like- the best." I said escaping a quick glance at Brandon who was biting his lip to keep himself from blushing to death. It was a once in a lifetime chance to hear those words come outta my mouth. If you were lucky enough. Which you aren't. Ha ha! I jokes. "That's great dear. Wait, did you say that your best friend is a guy?" my dad didn't like me hanging out with guys all the time but mom was fine with it. She was always teasing me about my "empty" love life. She made it feel and look like that love life was a lemonade jug and the lemonade was the relationship. As it got filled to the rim, that meant you were seriously in love while when it was empty, you were a loner as I like to say a "One-man army". "No. Did I say he? I meant she. Her name's- uh Brittania. She's great at football like me and loves to party unlike me. She's a good friend of Nathan." I covered up. Brandon narrowed his eyes at me. I gave him an apologetic look and a shrug. "Why are you calling from her phone? Don't you have your own?" asked my dad. "That's why I called you! Nathan's throwing this huge jock party" I mouthed the words 'you're not a jock' to Brandon and continued "And while I was gone to go- um get some more batteries, he converted my bed room into a lunch box and that's like changing genders. Awkward isn't it? Then he didn't let me call you or mom and disabled my phone and he did that creepy laugh and borrowed Bran- Brittania's iPhone." I blew out a deep breath. There was a long pause after my dad spoke again. "Where is your mother?" he asked me slowly and carefully as he would've done when I lost my $300 worth skateboard in Central Park when I was ten and they weren't divorced. "She's gone to a meeting and she told this babysitter to come but she didn't come. So I'm surrounded by jocks everywhere! Except for Brittania." I explained. I used my six year old voice when I did it. It made it sound more dramatic. "That b**** leaving my baby alone with Nathan." I frowned when he called mom a female dog but smiled again when he called me his baby and Nathan, Nathan. "Don't worry, kid. I'll call yer mom and uuuhhhh, tell her that Nathan's gone wild again." I rolled my eyes. "Dad. I could've done that too. If you could-" the line went dead. I gave the phone back to Brandon. He was just as happy as I was *sarcastic just in case you don't know.* Brandon shrugged at me and gave me the look saying "You're just as weird as I thought you weren't." What should we do now?" I shrugged back at him. I was stuck in a situation where there was no way out.
Heart Attack

Taylor POV:
My mouth tastes like granite. I know it does. Because it's my mouth. I clamber up the stairs and hide behind my bedroom curtains as I watch Jake talk to Riley. She's weird. When I look at her, something's always up in her face. One day, her face is blue with sparkles and everything. Next day, she's wearing golden makeup. Day after, it's the silver thing you outline your eyes with, what is called again? eyeliner or something. I watch as she trails her long red nailed finger down his abs. I narrow my eyes at her. I should be the one standing there, doing that. But not holding that huge pink purse with a dog in it. That's too pink and too puppyish. And not me. I can see Jake smirking and laughing as he or Riley pull a stupid joke. I crumble to the ground, against the wall. I knew he liked Riley. More of loved her. I was just a stupid, blonde headed girl in his way. I can tell, if he had to chose between me and Riley to marry, it would be Riley. She's literally perfect. For a girl. I try to get hold of my mom again but she's not responding. I like New York better. California sucks. No. Minnesota is the best. I get up and catch a glimpse of a car pulling away from Jake's driveway. The car had two people in it. I'm pretty sure it's Jake and Riley. I give up. I admit it. I'm a loser. I'm another stupid, annoying girl who has no life or rights over sexy guys. I'm nobody. Just like I was before.
8:45 p.m
I've been trying to reach mom for the past half hour but she's not picking up. It's late now and I'm starting to get the creeps alone at home. It's actually kinda creepy alone. My mom and dad split up a decade ago. My mom got me and my dad got my brother. Same thing happened with my cousin, Christina. Except, her mom got her and her brother. Her dad's free to roam. Just like me. Another thing that's been taunting me is Jake's promise. He said he was having a movie at his place at 5. I'm not sure if he's back or not but that's what's mimicking me too. I'm worried about him. But I shouldn't be. But sexy guys like him were meant to attract attention. My doorbell rings. Great. I'm so happy to have some company right now. I get up and walk towards the door. I open it without looking through the keyhole. I want an abductor to abduct me. I want a kidnapper to kidnap me. That way, I get to avoid Jake and my family. Two bottles shot with one bullet. Fortunately, it's my brother. Blake. "Blake! What are you doing here in California?" I ask him while throwing my arms around him. Blake hugs me back. "Listen, we've got a problem. Mom ditched you and she's all the way in Dublin with her legally married husband. I think you're my sister because you look like her and dad's gone after her." Blake explains in a rush of words. My mouth drops open. "You're playing a joke on me. Mom would never do that to me. She..." I gulp. Would she? I flash back to when I last saw her. She was wearing those kinda clothes you wear when you're travelling. She was holding...a duffel bag. She... looked happy but.... I know something is wrong. "Mom is mom. Remember the time when she beat me to death when I came back late from an after school basketball game? To tell you the truth, mom is not mom. The mom that you've been living with is not our mom." I squint my eyes at him. I can't believe what he's saying. Mom is not my mom? "What I mean is, she's our mom's sister. Our aunt. Our mom died when she- never mind. I'll explain this to you later. Pack your things, we're going over to Uncle Matt's. Dad told us we're staying there while he's gone to deal with our fake mom. Go! Pack!" he tells me. He closes the door behind us while I go upstairs to pack my things. I pull out a loose nike duffel bag and throw it onto my bed. Blake walks into the room and glares at me. "Pack your things faster! We're going to miss our flight!" he yells at me checking his watch. I randomly pull out a buch of random clothes and stuff them into my bag. I take a pair of combat boots, indoor soccer shoes and a blue white and gray checkered scarf and stuff them all into my bag. I run into my washroom and grab my toothbrush, hair brush, lotion and run back and stuff them all into my bag. I zip it up. Surprisingly, it all fits. We both run down the stairs and fling open the door. Blake's rental car, a mustang GT is waiting for us. Blake grabs my hand and we both run towards it. Blake climbs into the driver's seat and I climb into the shotgun. I see Riley's car pull up on Jake's driveway. Jake gets out of the car and is laughing with Riley. He notices the mustang and my open door. He looks surprised, then raises his hands clearly asking where I'm going. "I'll tell you later!" I shout to him. He drops his hands but he still looks suspicious. I close my door and blow a breath out as me and my brother race towards the airport. Blake's phone rings. He pulls it out. It's a samsung galaxy. He answers it, mumbles and then cuts it. "New plan. Uncle Matt un-volunteers himself from babysitting us." informs Blake. "We either wait until tomorrow to go over to Nathan's house, they've got a babysitter babysitting them or we stay at your place or take advantage and go to Greece for no reason at all." Blake lists the options with a shrug. Blake is not really a jock. He has blonde hair and blue eyes like me and a medium build. He's very handsome and cute as the girls' call him. He's not as smart in school as he is with soccer. And he's really, really, really nice. Way nicer than Nathan. Sometimes, I feel bad for Christina. I play around with my charm bracelet. "It's up to you." I shrug. I can tell