Delicate Hearts | Completed

2 || For Twenty Bucks

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The first I do when I got home is take a long look at myself in the mirror and try to see how the teacher knew I wasn't wearing a bra. After ten full minutes of staring at my body, I see where he could tell I wasn't wearing one. I suddenly feel very gross inside.

My teacher was staring at my breasts, trying to figure out whether I was wearing a bra or not. All those boys and the occasional girls staring there, even if it was for a split second. Oh. My. God. I shudder and quickly look away from the mirror, trying to divert my attention to something else.

The student's jacket. I should probably clean it before giving it back to him. It seems like it's worth more than my entire wardrobe combined. It was a black bomber jacket with the Gucci logo stitched onto it. Is this original, or am I hallucinating? It could be a duplicate. I run my hands over the fabric to check out its quality. Maybe I shouldn't wash it? It could shrink for all I know, and I'd owe him more than two thousand dollars.

But would he honestly have an original one? He does go to a public school...

Stop thinking about his jacket. You don't need to know anything more about it; you just have to give it back to him tomorrow. Fake or not, he was still being nice to you.

I look at Barney, our dog, who's clawing at the gate I attached to my door to keep him out of my bedroom. Beagles have a tendency to bury things and Barney simply was passionate about this shit. i remember when he took one of my cell phones and buried it outside. It rained after that, and when I found my phone, it was destroyed.

From then on, I've banned him from my bedroom. I still love him and all, but he cannot be burying my things. "No, Barney, you can't come in here."

I hear him whimper. Goddamn, why did Beagles have to be so cute? They're short, with long ears, and just have adorable puppy eyes... I-

"Oh my God, Madison!" My younger brother yells, storming up to my room.

"What?!" I yell back, which causes Barney to jump slightly.

"You owe me twenty bucks, pay up loser." I stare at him as if he's finally lost what was left of his mind, but he looks pretty serious.

"No, I don't," I reply, just as seriously.

"We made a bet! I told you that my team would win the soccer game, and you said we wouldn't. You said 'I bet twenty buck y'all will lose.' Now pay up."

Oh shit. That's true, but honestly who takes it that seriously. It's just a way to express your opinions. "That's not a real bet. I don't owe you anything, you're lucky I didn't tell mom and dad you snuck a girl home last week."

"You're just a sore loser," He huffs, before storm away. Barney, who is very confused about our fight, runs with this tiny legs after Aaron. I shrug and close my door, before collapsing onto my bed for a long, fat nap.

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I wake up at an ungodly hour, and see that it's already dark outside. I check the time, which displays 5 am. Slay. I might as well sleep some more. I close my eyes and knock out again.

The next time I'm woken up is when my alarm at 7am goes off. Feeling very well rested, I stretch in my bed, letting out a little squeal of pleasure. I get up from my bed, and proceed to get ready for school. After taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and hair, and doing some light make up, I find myself glued in front of my wardrobe, trying to choose something to wear.

Something appropriate to wear. Something in which Mr. Rivera or anyone else can't see my chest through. I grab a baggy sweatshirt, and some baggy sweatpants and put them on. I look homeless, but at least it's not going to cause a problem.

My mind flashes back to yesterday, when Mr. Rivera made that comment about me. I shudder and cringe at the incident.

I realize that I don't want to go to school today. But if I told my parents that, I would have to explain why, and I'd rather not watch that unroll. I put on my brave girl face, and finish getting ready to go to school.

I put on my shoes and backpack and am about to head out the door when I remember that I need to give back the student from yesterday his jacket back. I placed it on the bean bag next to my bed last night.

And for some reason, it doesn't seem to be here. I check around the bean bag to see if I had accidentally misplaced it. No, no, no! I had the fucking jacket for one day and I had one job.

"AARON!" I shout at the top of my lungs, storming towards his bedroom. He's currently shirtless, taking selfies of himself and his abs, making me want to dunk his head in a toilet.

"What?" He asks, fumbling with this phone before throwing it across his bed.

"What did you do with the jacket in my bedroom?"

"I sold it." I take a moment to process what he said. He sold it? He sold the expensive ass jacket that probably costs more than his entire life?

"For how much?" I ask slowly. It's okay, just breathe. You can take the money from him and pay the kid back and apologize for the inconvenience.

"Twenty bucks." My heart clenches in pain, as I lean against the door frame next to me for support. I... I need a minute. I smile in denial, still in shock from his words. Breathe in. One. Breathe out. Two. Breathe in. Three. Breathe out. Four. Breathe in. Five. Breathe out. Six. Breathe in. Seven. Breathe out. Eight. Breathing in. Nine. Breathe out. Ten.

Then I lunge for his throat, tackling him onto the floor and shaking him violently. "Bitch! That was worth more than two thousand dollars! The jacket wasn't even mine, tell me you haven't shipped the fucking jacket yet, you fucktard!"

"I shipped it yesterday, when you were sleeping! I didn't know it was worth so much, I thought it was one of those jackets you bought from Target or something."

I slam his head onto the floor before he scrambles onto his feet and goes as far away from me as possible. "How could you not see the fucking Gucci symbol on the jacket?! How am I supposed to find the jacket now? How am I supposed to pay him back? You know what, you little bitch, you're gonna take responsbility for this and give me that two thousand dollars."

"Sorry, I'm not owing you anything. You can figure this out on your own."

"What do you mean?!" I growl, rushing at him once again.

"Mom! Madison's hitting me!" He shouts, and I immediately stop. He smirks and I groan, stomping back towards my room.

"Little shit," I mutter under my breath.

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a/n: haiiii, i literally wrote this chapter while sitting in my chemistry lecture, oops. it's like almost 9pm at night, my attention span sucks for chemistry at this hour. anyway, i just really want food and coffee and sleep. 

i wrote this chapter for some fun. what did you think about this chapter? sibling wars am i right? 

how do you think the guy who gave her his jacket will react? 

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