Bull-shit, I Don't Do Love

Chapter 6 - In which siblings mess around.

I love driving. I don't know why, I just do. Maybe it's because it's a sign of my independence, a sign of my freedom. Maybe it's because after years of being told exactly what to do and who to be, I finally have control of something in my life. Maybe I just really enjoy doing donuts in the parking lot after everyone's left.

On this particular day, I was so pissed off that I just left. I'd been meaning to test out the lot, see whether or not there were any slick spots, like there was at my old school but I wouldn't have enjoyed it. I'll do it tomorrow, I told myself.

It's a ten minute drive to my house from the school, five if you drive as fast as every kid at GHS.

When I got home, ten minutes later, I found Britt in the kitchen cutting up a banana. I snagged a piece as I walked by. Reaching into the cupboard for some peanut butter, I asked, "How was school, shortcake?"

"Mm wam gowd."

I turned toward her. "Here's a tip. Chew your food, then talk. Maybe you might actually be understandable that way."

She attempted to stick her tongue out at me but only succeeded in spitting some half-chewed banana on the floor. I stepped back laughing. "Smooth move, dork." I grabbed a banana off the counter and my peanut butter and stepped over her mess. "I'm not cleaning it up!" I said as I exited the kitchen.

I heard the sound of a paper towel being ripped off and the sound of the sink as I sat down on the couch. By the time I'd finished my snack, Britt had cleaned the kitchen and finished her banana. She walked into the living room and plopped down next to me. "How was school?"

I groaned. "Stupid. High school sucks. Don't grow up."

She grinned, her perfect little teeth gleaming up at me. I pushed her away, "Go brush your teeth, short stuff, your breath is gross." She made a face at me then got up off the couch.

"I love you!" I yelled at her retreating form.

I heard the water run in the bathroom as I too got up to start my homework. I let out a quiet chuckle and removed my notebook from my bag.

Britt joined me a few moments later and we spent the next hour or so doing our homework. Well, I should say we tried to do our homework. We probably spent 40 percent of our time actually doing homework and the other 60 percent singing obnoxiously loudly to the radio and drawing pictures on each other's notebooks.

My mom came home as we were finishing a very off-pitch tribute to Adele. She smiled as she came in. "I could hear you all the way from the end of the driveway."

Brittany jumped up and gave my mom a hug, "Were we good? Do you think we should audition for American Idol?"

My mother chuckled. "No. Absolutely not."

Britt faked a sad face. "I thought we were good."

Another chuckle. "You weren't."

Britt and I both laughed. My mom looked at me for the first time since entering the house as if just realizing I was there. I braced myself for some kind of comment, but she only smiled. "How was school?"

I let out a small sigh of relief and said in a small voice, "Good. We debated gun rights. I think my side won."

She nodded and headed toward the kitchen. "That's good." She then turned to Britt and asked the same. Brittany instantly went on a fully detailed recap of her day. I tuned them out and went back to my homework. I'd finished my Anatomy worksheet and half of my Calculus homework by the time my mom said dinner was ready. We ate at the small table in the kitchen. Britt supplied most of the conversation, talking about her new friend Alexa and her teachers. She seemed so excited to be here and I couldn't blame her. Living in Glacier Heights was a lot different than living in Bellingham. Bellingham had been busy and exciting. Glacier Heights, only 15 miles out from Seattle, was the smallest town I'd ever been in. My mom loved the clichéness of it all. She said it reminded her of the town she grew up in. Brittany loved it because it was a new start; our family had no reputation here, no one knew about our messed up mom or our workaholic dad. It was perfect. For her. And for my mother.

Personally, I just wanted to go to college. I just wanted to be on my own for a little. Have a chance to just listen to music or read a book, to be myself without constantly worrying about being the perfect daughter. Which I wasn't.

I ate my dinner quickly and then went to my room to finished my homework. I got through another two problems and then decided I'd had enough Calculus for one day. I decided to check Facebook. I had three new friend requests and a message. The requests were from girls I recognized as being Angela's friends. The message was from none other than Xavier Cortez.

Did you finish the Anatomy worksheet? What'd you get for 12?

I stared at the screen for a moment. Was this jackass serious? He expected me to help him after he almost totaled my Junior. Granted I had been yelling at him for being a crazy stalker. I groaned.

Connective tissue.

I was used to this. People were always asking me for answers at my old school. I was known for being one of the smarter kids, except in math. Math sucks. I was just about to message one of my old friends from Bellingham when I got another message notification.

Thanks. How about 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11?

I'm going to kill that little shit dick.

I signed out without replying. Let him fail the worksheet if he can't figure it out.

It was only 9:30 but I was exhausted so I decided to just take a shower and go to bed. After saying a quick goodnight to Britt and my mom, I laid down and was gone.

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I honestly don't know if this is any good. But if you want me to continue please tell me so. :)

Thank you to The0nly0ne for making me several really amazing covers. Including the one in the photos:)