Upgrade You

Chapter 7: Uncomfortable

Upgrade You

Selena's P.O.V.

Around five thirty a.m. I was awoken by my annoying brother, who I was still very pist at, shaking me. "Len, wake up."

I moaned in dissatisfaction, "No, go away." I dug myself deeper into my pillows.

Jake shook me once again, "Stop being a bitch, Selena. Dad's here, c'mon."

"No, he's not. You're just saying that to be annoying. Now leave me alone." I groaned. I had just finally got to sleep not even one hour ago so I wasn't in the mood for Jake and his stupid antics.

"My goodness, Selena. Just wake up, he's in the kitchen." He said with an agitated tone.

I hopped out of bed, in my frog pajamas, not giving a good damn what I looked like and, stomped my way to the kitchen with a scowl on my face and Jake trailing behind me. "Fuck you Jake, you have no reason to even be mad."

"I don't? You're the one whose mad over nothing!" He argued back as we made our way into the kitchen.

"Mad over nothing? Nothing? Really? Okay, Jake." I shouted.

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I get it. You're still mad at Justy boy for noticing how much of a pushy weirdo you are." Jake smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

I gasped, putting my hand over my heart. "I am not pushy! How dare you even say that? You're the weird one. You're the one who made him uncomfortable not even a second after he came inside our house!"

Jake scoffed and his jaw dropped. "Me? You're blaming me for Jason not wanting to talk to you ever again... on me?"

"Yes! You couldn't have even given us five minutes alone? And his name's Johnny! I mean... Jam—Justin!" I pointed my finger at him.

Jake chuckled and walked over to me. "You can't even get the kid's name right."

"I c— I can, but, you're just being so much of an asshole that I can't even talk. And for your information, Justin and I are still friends and he doesn't think I'm weird."

"Oh really, huh? He doesn't think your weird..." Jake started circling me. "Then tell me young sister child, last night when you called him and he ignored your call-"

"He did not."

"Did too." He rolled his eyes. "Anyways, after he ignored your call and you left him that five minute long voicemail... did he ever call you back?"

I avoided his eyes, looking at the wall. "No, b-b-but, he-he left me a text."

"A text? Atext?" Jake froze for a second before bursting out in laugher and pointing at me. I gave him the meanest glare I could muster, and looked away, finally noticing my dad, with his elbows on the granite countertops with a smile on his face. Oh, he thinks it's funny too?

"I swear," my dad shook his head. "You two haven't changed a bit. Always teasing each other." I smiled myself a little before walking over to him and giving him a great big hug.

"It's been forever, dad." I clung to him like a small child with abandonment issues.

"It's only been a week, Sel." He chuckled. I shrugged, not getting into what I really meant. Soon, I pulled away from the hug and sighed. My dad looked at both Jake and I and and let out a breath of air. "I've always thought it was funny how you, Jake, look exactly like your mother and you, Selena, look exactly like me." I didn't do anything but stand there and smile.

What could I say to that?

Jake forced a laugh. "Yeah, it's-it's pretty crazy." We all stood in the middle of the kitchen awkwardly. "Oh, dad. Let me tell you about Selena's special little boy-"

"You're dating Trent again?" My dad's eyes went wide.

"No, dad. It's a different boy. A boy who probably now thinks I'm a weirdo." I sighed, feeling embarrassed for myself.

"Because, you are one." Jake pushed my shoulder.

My dad rolled his eyes. "I'd love to hear about this but, I've got to head off now."

Jake's face fell quickly. "But, you just got here, dad..." My dad only nodded in response, getting his things together.

"You know how dad is, he works all the way across town, bought an apartment across town, now he only comes for clothes." Was what I said but, what I really wanted to say was, "He traded fatherhood to become our fucking roommate for the last five years. We should be used to this by now." But some thing are just better left un-said.

"Alright guys, hugs?" Dad smiled. Jake and I just stood their for a second before giving him a tight hug. I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to seem like I didn't care. I didn't want to seem like my dad.

"Jake, Selena, be good now. Bye!" He waved and left the house.

I grinded my teeth together, angry with myself. "I should've known

better." I walked out of the kitchen and turned up the stairs and went into my room.

For about fifteen minutes, I tried my hardest to go back to sleep but, it just wasn't happening. So, I decided to just take a shower and get my day stated early. Who knows, maybe I'd have enough time to do something with my hair.

After my shower, I dressed into a pair of tight skinny jeans, a basic white spaghetti strap undershirt, and a Darwin Road Red Demons football sweatshirt. I put on a pair of all white Forces and the only accessories I put on were a pair of medium sized gold hoop earrings. As for make up, I just covered my face with concealer and a bit of foundation and put on lip gloss.

Thankfully, I had enough time to do my hair, and I used my curling iron to curl my whole head of hair. After I styled it the way I wanted to and added hair spray to it, I grabbed my books and headed downstairs.

Like every morning, Jake was chatting and giggling with his girlfriend Shauna about something stupid and I ignored them as I made my cup of coffee.

"Morning, Selena." Shauna greeted me. "I heard about what happened with that Jackson guy." She laughed.

I narrowed my eyes at the both of them. "I also hope you heard about my plans to cut off Jake's tongue and make a soup with it." I said sarcastically. Possibly.

I grabbed my keys from the table and walked out of the house but not before adding, "And his name's Justin!" And then slamming the door.

For the life of me, I didn't understand what the fuck was so funny about Justin's first time to my house? And, every time Jake mentions it, it's gets a little bit more embarrassing for me.

How could I have just been such a.. a... bitch? Is that the right word? Is that what I was being? I know that forcing him to be comfortable in my house was a little I don't know, weird, but, that's what I was used to. I was just used to people being comfortable around me.

Then I thought; are people ever really comfortable around me? Are they just faking it because I'm popular? Do I gave off an uncomfortable vibe?

No, that can't be because, if I was just some uncomfortable weird person like Janice Dean in mister Black's fourth period biology class, then I wouldn't be popular at all.

Then what the fuck made Justin so uncomfortable?

A/N: FEEEEEEEEEEDBACK

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