Those Three Little Words(A Chandler Riggs Fanfic)

Chapter 3

I woke up and it was freezing in my room. I pushed the covers off to the foot of the bed and sat up, stretched, and grabbed my phone from the night stand, seeing the journal and remembering the last entry I had made about a week ago. I glanced at my phone screen to see that I had a message from a number I had never seen before. It read:

I hope you don't find this creepy, but I asked Mom for your number and... yeah I wanted to make sure you have it just in case any boy tries anything with you. (: ~Preston

Wow, that's cute, I thought and giggled to myself. He's going to be a bit overprotective.

About 20 minutes later, after I had finally collected the motivation to stand, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I did my business, and glanced in the mirror. It was a lot cleaner than the mirrors that I have ever seen in the foster homes, I thought. I took my long hair out of its tie and let it fall to natural length, almost down to my butt. I haven't had it cut in awhile, so the ends were split. I took the red and black brush from the granite countertop and stroked it through my hair until it was free of knots, then decided that I was just going to leave it how it is. I didn't have the energy to do anything, and it was mostly straight anyways.

I have been in this new home for almost a week now, and I'm finally starting to adjust. I walked out of the bathroom and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, a black and purple All Time Low T-Shirt, and some mix-matched socks that I pulled randomly out of the bundle. I put on a pair of black nerd glasses and a couple band bracelets to finish off the look. I grabbed my rainbow cheetah print backpack and walked down the stairs.

I had went to school for a few days now, but no one will talk to me. I really haven't said anything to anyone, except for a word here and there to a teacher. And, maybe a smile at a couple people in the hallway when they greeted me. I'm a shy person, so it's really hard to get used to making friends. I've had the same friends for years, and I had to let them all go.

When I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw Preston at the table.

"Mom and Dad left early for work today, so we have to get off to school ourselves," Preston said without glancing up at me. He flipped another page in his textbook.

"Did you forget to do your homework or something?" I asked.

"Pshhh, nah.. No way," he said in a goofy, sarcastic way. He looked up at me and full on smiled. God, I wish he wasn't my brother. If he wasn't I probably would have shoved him in a closet and made out with him unconsciously.

I returned the smile, and I actually think I blushed a bit, and took a seat in the chair across from him.

"So, how are your new friends?" he asked without looking up from his math book.

"Well, I haven't exactly made any yet," I said nervously and immediately after I began to fiddle with my thumbs and looking at the ground.

"Aww kiddo, you make some soon. There are people that can be complete," he said and paused briefly, "well ya know, those. You are in the same high school as me so I'll let you know who's good and who's not. I'm your big brother, so it's my job to make sure you stay safe."

"Thanks Preston," I said shooting him a brief smile.

"You're sitting with me on the bus today, got it? Good," he said matter-of-factly as if I didn't exactly have a choice.

I nodded at him and stood up and glanced at the clock. "Shouldn't we leave now? It's 7:20. The bus is going to come soon."

"Oh shoot you're right!" Preston exclaimed as he slammed his book shut and slid it into his bag, and in the process knocked a small glass of orange juice on the wooden floor. "Whoops, not my problem," he said and slung his backpack over his shoulder and led the way out of the door. I think I actually giggled a bit, to be honest.