Shatter My Heart | J.F.

2. Bonfire Madness

WE TIPTOED AS WE WENT, trying to not creak as we stepped down the stairs one step at a time, cautiously looking around at each little noise heard. Once we reached the bottom I spoke. I had decided to wear a black hoodie with some random design, some grey sweats, with a black and white jacket. "Here, put on my jacket. Don't want you getting sick and then me getting in trouble for it." I handed over the jacket, I shouldn't get cold. Belly took the jacket after rolling her eyes at me, putting it over her as we looked in the living room checking on the moms. Carefully, I opened the door letting Belly walk out first and I after. 

"Do you think this will be fun?" Belly glances at me. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. "This better be fucking fun, I got out of bed for this shit."

"If you see me wasted, don't say shit," I inform Belly, smiling at her. "Yeah, yeah," she smiles back at me, pushing me a bit off the sidewalk. Laughs filled the street as we walked, nudging each other every now and then, with me glancing around the whole time. Can't have some perv kidnapping us.

Entering the bonfire, I look around, Belly beside me as she does the same. I spot Con, noticing the pretty girl sitting beside him, a grin forming on my face. Of course. Then,  turning my head slightly I see Jeremiah, of course with a crowd of girls, wouldn't expect any less from that man hoe. "Yo, gas station girl!" Well, fuck me in the ass and call me Ronald Mcfucking Donald.

I had totally forgotten about that Hijo de puta at the gas station and here he is again, trying to talk to my sister. He jogs towards Belly, me pulling her closer. "Where you comin' from?" This guy man, save me, Jesus, because I'm about to sin.

"Uh, another party." Belly answers, so obviously lying, how could she be such a bad liar with me as her brother? "Sweet yeah, hey here, take my beer." Belly looks over at me, I shake my head making sure she gets the memo. Ain't no fucking way I'm letting this creeper get my sister drunk or worse. "No, no thanks." She looks away awkwardly, glancing around. "So, uh, you got a boyfriend back home?" The fuck?

"Listen, you pedo Culo feo, leave my fifteen-year-old sister alone before I floor your ass," I state looking at the guy. "I'm almost sixteen..."

"My bad." He walks off. Finally. Looking up I hear, "Steven!" I mentally sigh, great.

Letting my eyes move up, I see Steven making his way to us. "What are you doing here?" He asks, shooting a look at Belly and then at me. "And, I'm sorry what're you wearing, Belly?" I pull my hood over my head, pulling the strings tight to hide my face in my hoodie, good fucking god. "Jesus Christ- you two c'mon." He drags us, I don't fight, eh I mean I didn't wanna go in the first so whatever. "What are you doing?" Belly screams, "Let go of me!"

"No, do you know how embarrassing this is? I have to see you embarrass yourself." Well damn, rude much? I hang my head low, no fucking way am I going to let people see me getting dragged by my brother with my little sister. "Hold on, wait, wait, what the fuck did I do?" I insist, still letting him drag me off.  "Why am I embarrassing?" Where's Connie when you need him? "You're embarrassing yourself!" Belly pushes him, making her fall on her ass. I hate being the middle child. I stop my feet, staring at Steven, "C'mon Steven just leave us alone. Let Belly have fun for once." I say as I extend a hand, helping Belly up.

"Belly, Atti?" Con looks at us, letting go of the girl he was kissing, which I must say is pretty. Belly dusts her dress off, getting rid of the sand. "Thought you hated the red socks," Mátame, por favor Dios. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Belly's mad, fuck, Belly's mad. "Nicole," I step back awkwardly because I know exactly why Belly's being a bitch. "Conrad and I went to the Deb ball together last year."