She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 2 Alaska's POV

I woke up to a poke and I almost freaked out when I realized I was on a plane. I groggily looked over and saw Andrew Phillips. "So Sleeping Beauty's finally awake?" he taunted in a flirty way.
"Yeah I guess I am, but where's my Prince Charming?" I asked, trying to annoy him.
"Here I am, baby," he flirted.
"No, no. You're not charming," I taunted again.
"Hey!" he said defensively. I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.
We basically flirted all the way to Los Angeles. Almost everyone got off the plane and more boarded. When I met up with my mom again, she met Andrew and his family and they even drove us home even though they lived in the neighborhood next to ours.

After unpacking all day, which is not my first choice to be doing on a Sunday, we heard the doorbell ring and my mom told me, "Alaska, get the door."
" 'Kay 'kay," I replied. I walked over to the door and when I opened it I saw four people standing there. "Um, hi," I said awkwardly.
"Hello, I'm Laura Peffercorn, this is my husband Paul, and our daughters Wendy and Lindsay," the woman introduced.
"Well, come on in," I said. "By the way, I'm Alaska Adiego and that's my mom Sarah."
"Hello Mrs. Adiego," Mrs. Peffercorn said as they all walked in.
"Oh no, I'm not Mrs. Adiego, I'm Ms. Harley. Alaska has her father's last name," my mom replied politely.
"Oh, I'm very sorry Ms. Harley," Mr. Peffercorn apologized.
"Oh it's fine, please call me Sarah," my mom said. "Alaska, why don't you show Wendy and Lindsay your room?"
"Actually, I have to head to work at the pool right now. It was nice meeting you, though," Wendy said flipping her blonde hair and walking out our front door. Me and Lindsay just looked at each other and shrugged. I led her up the stairs and to my room.
"Ew, you like Elvis Presley and baseball?" she asked rudely, gawking at my decor.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
"Girls aren't supposed to like that kind of stuff."
"Shut your trap, or I'll shut it for you," I warned, using my scary New York voice.
"Do it then!" she screeched.
"Watch me!" I retorted and threw my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. She knocked my Babe Ruth picture that was framed and it made a loud thump on the floor.
My mom and her parents hurried up the stairs and into my room. My mom flung the door open and her parents' jaws dropped. They pulled me away from Lindsay and embraced her in an over exaggerated hug and my mom pulled me back. "We'll be leaving now, since it's obvious you can't control that beast of yours," Mrs. Peffercorn said, sounding disgusted.
Once they left, my mom sat on my bed and rested her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. "What in the world were you thinking Alaska?" she asked me.
"She was making fun of me so I told her to shut her trap or I'll shut it for her, so she dared me to do it, so I did," I replied.
"Just go to bed," she told me.
"It's only 7:00," I argued.
"Why do you always argue with everything I say?!" my mom asked and stormed to her room.
Well there's always tomorrow to make some friends, it is summer after all, I thought flopping on my bed and singing Jailhouse Rock in my head.