Two Sinners Make a Right {+18}

2. I Don't Play Nice

Here's the second chapter!

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    "Hey, Ashley, can you do me a favour?" I call from upstairs to my sister who's downstairs and grabbing her car keys for when she leaves to take me to college.

"It depends what it is, Bri." Comes her response.

Shrugging my bag over my shoulder and tucking my sister's black sweater Into my blue jeans, I rush down the stairs and beg Ashley, "Can I please borrow this sweater today?"

Her eyes widen and narrow on her sweater before glancing up to see me smiling innocently back at her, silently wishing she'd say yes. She can't possibly say no to her little sister.

"Well considering we have to leave in five minutes and you couldn't possibly get changed that quick, I suppose I'll have to let you wear it."

"Yes! Thanks, Ash." I give her a hug and a quick peck on her cheek before taking the keys out of her hand.

"Hey!" She shouts at me as I run out the door.

"What? I'm going to make sure the cars warm for you," I playfully call over my shoulder, practically hearing my sister's eyes roll. How she manages to put up with me, I'll never know.

I open the passenger side door of my sister's car and climb in, sticking her keys into the ignition and starting up the car and immediately hearing that satisfying humming noise coming from the engine as the car begins to warm up. Nice and toasty. A few moments later my sister joins me, climbing in next to me as she brings up the hand break and reverses of our drive.

    "Can I put on some music?"

    "If you must."

   "Yay." I cheer, turning on the radio as we cruise down the road, my sister unable to control the small smile from lifting the corners of her mouth.

It's not long until we're outside my college and my reality creeps up on me. Is this really my school? Yeah, it is. I say goodbye to my sister and exit the car, walking towards the building with a heavy weight clinging to my chest painfully.

I'm more anxious than I have been in a while and it's because I'm worried I'll have to see that jerk from yesterday again.

I steady my breathing and pray nothing happens that could cause me to spiral today. When That happens, I act out and that's when I get kicked out. I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again.

They did this to me and I won't let them win again.

This morning I have sociology and then maths, so I focus all my attention on getting to those classes. If I focus on a particular task, I can usually stop myself from losing control. I hold my bag tighter, knowing if it gets to bad the solution is in my bag but that's my last resort and I'd rather just get over this on my own.

When I finally reach sociology, the room is pretty much empty and I favour the table at the back. My teacher is an older man in his late thirties with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He's quite laid back in the way he dresses, just a shirt and some jeans but no tie or blazer. He's at his desk, preparing his slide show for this mornings lesson while I stare at my shaking hands. That recognisable fear clawing it's way through my chest.