The Bad Boy's Sister 2

Chapter 14 - Pull Up Your McFarland Pants and Start Fighting

Somehow, I manage to avoid the general public for a few days, but it didn't last as long as I wanted it. As soon as Jake hung up me, I'd asked Mrs. Goaman to let me out an hour early because I wasn't feeling well and ever since then, I've done pretty well at avoiding any contact with anybody. 

That is, until Jace realizes what's happened. 

"What the-"

"Heck," I shudder, putting a pillow against my face.

"-is Jacob f-"

"Freaking," I say, throwing my head against the back of the couch in exasperation at his crude language.

"- Young doing with Richelle?"

"I really don't care," I say, staring blankly at the ceiling. I'm past feeling a thing; if anything, I need to do something to bring emotion back into my life. 

"You don't care? You don't care that your boyfriend is holding hands with another girl strolling in front of our house? What is wrong with you?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I shrug, continuing to stare at the ceiling. You know you're excruciatingly heart broken when talking about something that meant the world to you is so painful that you can't feel anything...

"What do you mean? Did you end it?"

"No," is all I have to say to make Jace's face go dark with anger. 

"You have got to be kidding me," he exhales loudly, making me jump. "He broke up with you. The little sissy broke up with you. You got played and he took the first way out that he knew. What a wuss. I am so pissed."

"Calm down, Jace. He's not worth it," I say, turning my head to watch him as he walks back toward the front of the house. 

"Clearly," he growls under his breath, looking out the window again. "We have to do something."

"Jace, I'm serious, just leave it alone."

"I will NOT let him do this to you. Aren't you hurt in the least bit?"

"Well, of course, but-"

"Then we have to get him back. I will help you and we can do something."

"And what do you suggest?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him. "Honestly I would rather just leave it at peace."

"He doesn't seem to think so," Jace points out.

"What makes you think that?" I wonder. 

"He just walked in front of our freaking house with a girl who he knows we both hate. How can that not be war? He lives far from here, farther than for a nice little stroll anyway." 

"Jace, I don't care. Just let him do his thing. He made his choice and now I've made mine. I'm not picking war and I want you to let it go because it's not worth it."

"But-"

"For me? Please?"

"Ugh. I won't promise anything. Sam, you need to do something. You need to fight whoever is doing this to you. I don't know who, but you need to fight it. Pull up your McFarland pants and start fighting."

 "Honestly what is there to even fight for?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. 

"Well, obviously not Young. If he's being this immature about it, he's clearly not the one for you. Heavens, no."

"So what then?"

"Fight for yourself. Fight to be the person you want to be. Fight to do whatever you want to do and don't let anyone control your life otherwise. I know my sister and she's in you somewhere. Find her and let her go wild!"

"I didn't ask for a therapist," I whine, throwing my head back against the back of the couch and throwing my arms in the air, exasperated. 

"You'll thank me later. Now are you going to be okay if I go hang with Kasen? We've got some things going and as much as I'd love to ditch and stay with you, I should probably keep to my word and go with him."

"That's fine, I've been alone a lot. It's not any different than normal," I say. "Have fun."

"Bye, Sam. Remember what I said. I'm completely serious and I want you to get better. Find that McFarland fire in you and unleash it! Love you, sis."

"I love you, too, Jace. Go have fun," I give him a small smile and wave as he runs out the door with his keys. I sure do love him, but he can get really weird sometimes...

The more I think about it, though, the more I realize that he's right. I can't just sit around here and mope the rest of my life. I have the rest of summer to enjoy and I can choose to enjoy it or let it fade. And maybe getting back at Jake would be that much more enjoyable since he's somehow concluded that starting a war with me is the best way in getting me back for cheating. I guess some people never leave high school...

In order to get back at Jake, I'll have to change some things about myself that will be uncomfortable, but I'm sure I can manage. For example, changing my wardrobe might be a good idea and getting another man would be a good idea, too. But what man would want to be with me after I've been with Jake for so long?

The answer is actually quite simple, Sam. 

Brighton. 

I run up to my room and start searching through my garbage can for the number he wrote down for me while he was here that night I cheated on Jake. I hadn't realized he'd actually written it down until a couple days before Jake broke up with me, but when I saw it, I threw it away instantly. Thank goodness no one has taken out my trash since then or I wouldn't be able to accomplish this. 

Typing his phone number into my phone, I send him a quick text just to make sure it's his number. 

"Hey, Brighton," I text. "It's Sam." 

"Well, hello there, beautiful girl. Looks like you decided to take me up on my offer?" he almost instantly texts back. I smile a little to myself and start replying. 

"Maybe. You'll have to come find out for yourself. Meet me at my house in thirty minutes, okay?"

"I'll be there," he sends, adding a winky face to the end of the sentence. I put my phone back in my pocket and stare up at the ceiling, feeling a blossoming hope inside me not just because I'm starting to move on, but because I have someone to help me out with moving on. 

Never in a million years would I have ever thought Brighton would ever be a positive thing. 

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