Imagine falling in love with who you thought was the perfect girl while both her mom and your mom think it's the worst thing that could've ever happened.
Maybe they think that because. . . well. . . she's your half-sister and you never knew about he...
Before reading, read the other book I've published, Mateo. If not, this story would be kind of confusing. But if you want to just read this book without reading Mateo, no one's stoppin' ya :)
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SOFIA chapter one
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"I'm sorry." I scratched my head. "I think I heard the wrong thing. Did you say your name was Sofia Hawthorne?"
She nodded her head while continuing to smile. "Yes ma'am."
"Nuh-uh. Nope. Not gonna happen, Mateo." I sternly wagged my finger at both of them.
Mateo ran my hand through his curly hair. "Why?"
"Sophia, are your parents joining us for this dinner?" I began stacking the glass plates I set out on the table earlier. No need for me to be sitting here entertaining this shit.
"N-No, ma'am, but—"
"Sophia, honey, you forgot your pur—" All heads turned as Joy Hawthorne froze in shock at the entrance of the house with Sophia's black Coach purse in her hands. "T-That's the boy you've been head over heels for?" She looked frantically from me to Mateo. Glad to see she wasn't happy about this bullshit either. "Sophia, let's go. Whatever you and Mateo had going on is over."
"Wha— Mom," Mateo whined while pleading with his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to agree with Joy." I opened the light brown cabinet that held the plates.
"You know her?" Sophia looked about as shocked as Mateo was. I'm kind of regretting not telling him about her sooner.
"Yeah, from a while back. Now, let's go." Joy grabbed Sophia's wrist and practically dragged her out of the house.
"I'll call you later," Sophia waved at Mateo with a smile.
"I wouldn't bet on it." Joy slammed the door behind her.
Mateo plopped onto the couch—letting out a loud, frustrated sigh. I probably would've loved the idea of Mateo meeting a nice, cute little girl like Sofia, but I just wished she wasn't. . . Sofia. I couldn't help but think that it's partly my fault for him to be stuck in the middle of this fucked up situation.
"Mom, why don't you want me to talk to Sophia anymore," Mateo asked from the couch.
"Because I said so." I scooped the rice that we hadn't touched into a plastic container. I needed to tell him everything when he was calmer and more understanding, not now.
"That's a shitty reason, if I say so myself."
I slammed the cabinet that I placed the container in. "Mateo! What did I tell your hard-headed ass about cussing?!"
"Funny how you tell me to do something that you continuously do."
I stomped over to the couch and bent over so he was forced to look into my eyes. "Watch your mouth. I'm still your mom; you can't just say whatever the hell you want to me."
"Oh really? Well, a true mom wouldn't keep me from a girl that I really like!"
I sighed while sitting beside him. That's what this was about. "Okay, so, I understand that you're angry, but I'm. . . I'm doing what's best for you."
"How do you know what's best for me? I think I should be the one to make that kind of decision."
"She's your half-sister, Mateo," I blurted. Well, fuck having a talk about it when he would be calm and more understanding; it's out there now.
"Half-sister? I never had a sister." Mateo shook my head. "And how are the Hawthornes my parents if you're my mom?"
"You're adopted, Mayo." I flipped one of my braids out of my face. No sugar-coating anything now. "The Hawthornes had you for some time before I found you and took you in."
Mateo laughed. "You really think I would fall for a stupid joke like this?"
"Mayo, I'm not jok—"
"Real funny, Mother," Mateo interrupted as he stood. "Fuckin' hilarious." He marched up the stairs before slamming his door.
I should chew his ass out for slamming doors that his ungrateful butt didn't pay for and for cussing at me yet again, but I decided against it. I just told him something I've been hiding for a while. He's probably hurt and hates me at this point. I would just make it worse if I yelled.
I wiped a tear that fell down my cheek.
I missed my fun, joyful toddler I had ten years ago. He used to tell me everything, be by my side, and I could have fun times with him. Mateo now has been wanting me to pull my hair out of my head and is overloading me with unwanted stress. I think this was the final straw.
I've officially ruined the last bit of the relationship I had with the moody teenager living in my home.
