Trouble is His Middle Name

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

It was the day.

Sunday.

In all honesty, after I've fainted two days ago, I was avoiding talking to my mom after this whole 'adopting a teenage' thing.

The problem to me, isn't about mom adopting another child- actually, I don't mind it.

The fact that this was told to me in the last minute, this bothers me.

Not to mention the fact, we will have a teenage boy , the same age as me, living with us.

I pray that he is Christian.

"Valentina, are you ready?" My mom's voice echo's from downstairs.

"Yes." I force out.

God, forgive me for lying.

Gulping, I walk towards the stairs. Very slowely.

Am I a bad child that I do not want to go with her to pick him up?

I shake my head, taking out all the negative thoughts.

Everything happens for a reason. I really have no right to act this way.

"Okay." I whisper, a big smile forming on my face. "I'm ready, mom!"

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I've been waiting 120 minutes.

My mom told me to wait in the car while she goes fill the paperwork and bring the boy.

Haven't heard from her since.

"I need fresh air." I mutter, the heat in the car was killing me. Literally.

"Ah- that's better." I breath out, letting the wind take over me.

"Welcome to our car!" I hear my mom's voice filled with cheerfulness, instantly making me smile.

Here it goes.

Just before turning around, seeing the person, mom taps me by the shoulder.

"Sweety," she whispers, "I've been told that talking isn't his gesture, so just give him time and don't force him to talk if he doesn't want to."

"Okay." I whisper back, turning to face her.

"Okay." She grins, her white teeth showing. "Can you sit in the back?"

"Yes."

My mom steps aside, showing me the guy- finally.

"Oh my." I gasp, hands on my mouth, not knowing I said it out loud.

He looked like a fallen angel.

The most beautiful blue eyes I have ever witnessed, was staring back at me. His dark brown eyebrows slightly raised down making him give a mysterious look.

And the hair. Oh my.

Who knew white hair would look so beautiful on a young boy?

His posture was effortlessly straight, while his hands were hidden in his pockets, of his loose grey jeans.

Beautiful was an understatement. He was ridiculously flawless.

"This is my daughter, Valentina." My mom cleared her throat, "Valentina, meet Saxlon."

"H-hi." I stutter, still not believing this person was real.

He is definitely a messager of God.

"Hey," He huskily spoked, his face masking all emotions, "nice name."

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Thoughts on Saxlon?

Do you think he's attractive?

What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter?

(Picture of Saxlon on the side.)