Hiya, so here it is, I hope you guys like ! <3
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sweating and shaking as silent tears roll down my cheeks I jolt up in bed awaking from the nightmare. I curl myself into a ball and try to calm my ragged breathing. After a few minutes I give up trying to calm myself down enough to fall back asleep and climb from under my warm cotton blankets.
I immediately feel a shiver run up my spine as the cold air comes in contact with my skin. I wrap my arms around myself and pull on my American Eagle sweater that I got for 15 bucks on sale at an old thrift shop.
pulling open my door I slowly tiptoe down the dark hallway towards the kitchen trying not to wake anyone up. As my feet land on the hard wooden floors I head to the cupboard and just my luck immediately spot the thing I was hopping for.
Pulling down the can of hot chocolate mix I spot the kettle, fill it with water, and set it on the stove to heat up. Carefully filling my mug with two helpings of the mix I grab the marsh-mellows from the cupboards above me.
"Not making me any," I hear over me shoulder and jump so high that I whack my head against the cupboards above me and instinctively grab my skull tyring to ease the throbbing pain as a small bump slowly begins to form.
Lowering my hand I turn to face the culprit with my heart still hammering in my chest as if threatening to jump out. I glare at a blond haired and hazel eyed male who seems to be in is early twenty's with huge muscles that most likely make all the girls swoon.
"You okay?" he asks a look of concern on his face while trying to cover up the smirk which I know would be there had it not been for the fact that I am currently standing here in a position of pure pain.
"ya, fine," I grumble turning towards the sound of the kettle and turning off the stove.
"So who are you exactly," He inquires reaching over me to grab a mug with a maple leaf on it from the cupboard and scooping two helpings of chocolate mixture into it.
Setting the Kettle on the stove I look up at him with a look of total exasperation, "I could ask you the same question, considering that you just about gave some random person you don't know a heart attack,"
"Considering that I used to live here and this is my family's house, and like you said you're just a random girl I think I should be the one asking the questions here," He declares cockily.
"Oh," I state as relation snaps in my brain at the memorie of Kathleen telling me about an older son she has who's currently (well is supposed to be) away at University.
Before I can respond I see Kathleen scurry into the kitchen waring a house robe, bunny slippers, and holding a very old wooden hockey stick.
"Oh it's you!" She remarks looking at me as her shoulders sag and she drops the hockey stick to the floor.
Finally realising there's someone else in the room she looks at the guy beside me who's currently looking amusingly from his mother to me while taking silent sips of his hot cocoa.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming," She demands engulfing him in a bone crushing hug.
"Oh, right Liam, this is Rose, Rose this is my son Liam." She states seeming to just remember that we have yet to meet.
"Why are you still awake, it's 3 am," She asks directing the next set of question towards me.
"Couldn't sleep" I mumble, mentally shrugging off the question.
YOU ARE READING
The Girly Jock
Novela JuvenilMeet Rose she's 17 years old and lives with her mom and her 13 year old younger sister, her father left them when she was 6 and she hasn't seen him since. She is currently the captain of a boys Bantom rep team, although her family isn't rich she's g...
