Alison Storm

Chapter 2

Alison

"Why was he holding onto you like that?" Dad asks just the second we're walking away from Rhys and towards his car.

I try not lot look back to see his face one more time. I have to admit, Rhys, whatever his last name is, was handsome. He has dark hair, a defined jawline, blue eyes that could bore right into my soul.

Not that it matters.

Alison Rose Storm, aka me, she doesn't do friends. I don't do friends.

I don't let them into my life.

Not because of my father, I bet he'd be happy if I finally found some friends. But because people are a pain in my ass.

All they ever want is use me.

So no thank you. I'm good with staying away.

Yes, even from freakishly handsome guys that seems to have just that tiny bit extra muscles hidden underneath their shirts.

"I don't know, dad. I accidentally walked into him on my way out." I sigh. "Can you believe he let me fall? Like, wow, such a gentleman."

My father chuckles, shaking his head at me. "Not every guy is going to be a Prince Charming, cheeseball."

No. God, please spare me from this nightmare. Not here, please.

My father has been calling me cheeseball ever since I was born, or so I've been told. From what my mother said, he was just that tiny bit confused when I was born, thinking I looked more like a ball of old cheese than a baby.

Like, thank you very much for that, dad.

It's a cute nickname for a toddler, that I admit. I bet at some point in life I even liked it. But I don't anymore. I loathe it. Not that I would ever tell my dad. I really don't want to hurt his feelings.

Despite his reputation of being a complete asshole, he's a bit of a sensitive man. Well, when it comes to his family, that is.

But hey, at least I got the better nickname from all five of us. Correction, the second best. Vienna's is far cuter. They call her "Cupcake." Like, why couldn't I be the cupcake?

But just wait until you find out what they call the other three.

Okay, let me give you a hint. Let's play a little game; I tell you all three nicknames, and you'll guess who's who:

Twinkie, Lettuce-head, and Pop Rocks.

Take your guess, I'll be waiting.

....

Okay, you've had enough time. Let's carry on.

"Come to think not one guy is even close to Prince Charming," I mutter just as my dad opens the car door for me. Instantly, I am greeted by Vienna's laughter.

"Good, because we made a deal when you were three, remember?" dad smiles at me softly, then closes the door before I get the chance to argue with him about said deal, again.

"Hey, mum," I lean forwards, past the front seats to press a kiss to my mother's cheeks as a greeting.

"Hey, cheeseball."

Internally, I am groaning of frustration and cussing both of my parents out for this godawful nickname. But like I said, at least it's not fucking Lettuce-head.

"Why isn't Hunter picking me up?" He's usually the one to do it. My very cousin. He doesn't want to work, refuses because why bother when the family has more than enough money anyway? Eventually, he'll step into his father's footsteps, so there's no need for him to work now.