Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 16: "She Scares Easily."

"I'm sure you'll get a phone call, Tiff, you just have to be patient," Dad states, as I stare at my dinner plate, feeling sad. I nod, "Yeah, I know. I just can't help but be in my head about it..."

"I'm sure you did fine," Daniel chimes in, coming from the back of the house, gym bag in hand, "You're a pretty good baker, so I'm sure people would want you to cater for them. I know I would."

I smile and look up as Daniel sits next to me at the kitchen table, "Thanks, Daniel."

Let me catch you up to speed!!

I hung out with May and Stormy the whole weekend, and we just did stupid stuff, lol. It's Monday afternoon, and school just let out a few hours ago. My day was pretty uneventful as usual.

Travis didn't show up for school, not that I'm surprised.  

And I'm currently at home trying to think positively about my catering business. I haven't had anyone call me asking for my services, and it's making me nervous.

Hopefully, Luka's Mom told her friends about me...

I mean, she said she would...

But what if that was a lie??

Was it unprofessional for me to let Travis come with me? I didn't think it was, but what if Luka's mom did? What if I was annoying and didn't realize it?

Oh dear god, what if this is the end of my catering services?!

"No problem, sis," Daniel replies, smiling, as he pulls dirty socks from his bag.

They were white...

"Do you think these socks need to be washed?" He asks, holding them up to my face. I gag at the strong smell of sweaty feet and other things. I back away, pinching my nose, "Yes, please get them away from me."

"Really?" He sniffs them, "I don't think they smell that bad..."

"Then something is terribly wrong with your nose..." I state, shaking my head, "Those socks smell like death..."

Dad laughs, as Daniel tries shoving the socks back into my face, taunting me, "Oh c'mon, Anni, they don't smell that bad do they?"

"Daniel, I swear to god if you don't quit, I will shove those socks up your you know what."

"My what, Tiffany, tell me."

"Move them!!!"

"Answer the question, Ani!"

"Alright, Daniel, that's enough. You can stop now," Dad laughs, putting away dishes. Daniel chuckles, stuffing those nasty socks back into his bag.

I un-pinch my nose, and glare at him, "Butthole!"

"Crybaby!" He retorts, smirking. I roll my eyes as Dad sits next to me, laughing. Dad nudges me, smiling, "Aside from your brother being your brother, just have a little faith. I'm sure you'll get the phone call."

Hopefully...

Travis's POV:

I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my large tattoo across my chest, hissing with pain. I look in the mirror and see the big ass bruise on my side.

"Shit..." I mumble, biting my bottom lip, "Maybe I overdid it just a little bit..." I sigh, turning to reach for the peroxide, and other disinfectants.

After I started doing these street fights, I've taught myself the art of cleaning and fixing my wounds.

I didn't go to school because I was unbearably sore, but I should be good to go for tomorrow.