Living With The Teller Brothers

Chapter 10- Unexpected Events

Chapter 10 -

I woke up to my cell phone blasting "Too Close" by Alex Clare, yes, I loved my ringtone. The caller ID said, "Andrea".

"Hello?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Wake up sleepy head, it's almost noon, we're going to the gym and shopping, remember?" she asked enthusiastically. Too enthusiastically.

I grunted. "A, it's too early!"

"Oh come on babe, I'll meet you at the gym in twenty, bye love ya!"

Wow this girl was good. I liked her though; there was no messing around with her. It was her way or no way, just like me. I made my way to the kitchen, still in my pink Victoria's Secret short shorts and a simple white V-neck t-shirt. Ella was drinking coffee while typing furiously on her silver Apple laptop. When she saw me, he face immediately split in a huge smile.

"Morning baby," she said.

"Morning," I mumbled, still pissed to be awake.

"What are you going to be doing today?" she asked curiously.

"I'm headed to the gym to meet a friend, Andrea, and then we're going shopping. I think."

"That's great honey, oh! Wait! I have something you'll be needing!" she scrambled through her Michael Kors purse and handed me a silver card.

"Here, that's your credit card. Use it for anything you need, clothes, cellphone bill, gas, anything really. You have a 20,000$ credit limit per month though."

"Ella I can't! This is too much!"

"Lex, stop right there. Ready the card out loud," she ordered.

"Visa... Alexa Teller..." I said reading the different parts of the card.

"Exactly my point. Alexa Teller. You're part of our family now, you're my daughter. Stop with the 'this is too much crap'. You're entitled to everything that my sons get." Damn the woman was convincing.

"Okay..." I muttered.

Exactly twenty three minutes later, I was parking my Audi in front of the gym. I changed into my cheerleading training outfit- black booty shorts with a pink sports bra and my Nike running shoes- and headed to the gymnastics room. I was slightly aware of a few gazes that lingered on me, but that probably had to do with the fact that I was showing off my scars. I had decided that there would be no more hiding. I was tired of being the poor little girl that someone tried to kill. I wanted to be the girl that survived a deathly attack.

Andrea was already there, stretching to some pop song. When she saw me, she grinned and waved me in. Her iPod was connected to a dock station that acted as a radio as well. I guess she has the songs to the routines on there.

"Hey girl, you're looking good," she winked at me.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself!" I chuckled.

"So, are you ready to do this?" she asked.

"Definitely," I smirked.

Two and a half hours later, our muscles were stiff and our bodies were aching. This has to be the hardest I've worked out before. By the end though, I mastered most of the choreographies and had landed all my tumbling routines. Andrea and I agreed that we needed a massage to reward ourselves from the hard work we'd done, so we headed to the mall, where the spa was.

"Will that be all ladies? Two 90 minute massages?" asked the lady at the register.

I looked at A, and I noticed that there was a manicure stand on the opposite side of the room. We were so getting manicures! I was not a girly girl, I thought we already established that, but I still love to look at my best. I love the attention guys give me. It's flattering.