She's Kinda Hot tho

Chapter 3:Jet-Lag

SHEILA'S POV:

Luke slammed the door in my face and my face fell into a bitter frown. Dad warned me Luke would probably be an arrogant ass...I guess I was just trying to see the best in him. Mom would know what to do... I pressed my back against his door and slid down until I was siting. I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling tears forming in my eyes. oh mom.. I thought sadly. I wish you were here.

I tried my hardest not to cry. I titled my head back, trying to blink the tears away but before I knew it, I'd lost the fight. One tear turned to two, two turned to three and then they were steadily streaking down my cheeks.

Little sobs started escaping my mouth and I put my hand over my mouth. If Luke heard me crying.. I shook the thought away.

He'd think I was weak. Even still, this pain in my chest was so raw. I couldn't breathe..it hurt so bad. I needed my mom and she was so far away. I chocked back another sob until I made it onto my bed and the door was closed. Then I let it all go, muting the sounds with my pillow.

LUKE'S POV:

If I don't keep sleeping I'm going to hate myself. I scolded myself silently as I laid in bed with a pillow covering my head. I started to sit up but felt my head swoosh. Lay down stupid, you're going to get really bad jet-lag. Which was funny because I was already 99.9% sure I already was experiencing the side-effects of jet-lag. Fuck it. Fuck it all.

I threw my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed my face roughly. I was so tired I felt like dead weight. Rising slowly, I slid on a pair of jeans over my boxers and threw on a T-shirt.

It was already noon but I really didn't feel like I'd slept for 13 hours. I rose my hands far above my head, stretching my back.

When I opened the door, I stared at the closed one opposite of me. Sheila. I remembered the girl from last night. I sighed. Really...stepsister? I rolled my eyes and wandered down stairs to the kitchen. It was strangely quiet.

"Hello?" I called out, half-way freaked out that Gus might answer me. But no one did. "Hm.." I looked around the counters for one of my mum's notorious sticky-notes and sure enough;

"Hi love, you were sleepy so soundly we didn't wake you. Gus is at work and I went on a grocery run..i forgot how much you could eat. xoxoxo. Love, mum."

I grimaced at Gus' name. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the trash can. I suddenly noticed that I shouldn't have skipped my shower this morning. With nothing better to do, I climbed back up the stairs and got in the shower.

I loved showering. It was perfect for clearing your mind. Maybe, just maybe I was being to hard on Gus. I dismissed the thought. I don't give a crap about that guy. I decided, thinking about my dad.

I slammed my fist against the tile then rested my forehead on the wall, breathing deeply. Thanks for being such an ass dad. It's your fault this is happening to us. The shower turned off with a squeak of the knob. The steam filled the room and clouded the mirrors as I dried my body.

Then a thought struck me. According to mum, Gus was at work and she was out which meant... Sheila was still here somewhere.

I threw on some sweatpants and cautiously approached her door. Hesitantly, I tapped the door. No response. "Hmm." I scratched my head. I knocked a little louder. Still nothing. I turned the knob quietly in case she was sleeping and crept into her dark room.

She had heavy blinds covering both windows in her room. I took mental note reminding myself to steal those later.

I couldn't see a damn thing in here. I cautiously tip toed to the window and let in a little bit of light. then I saw her, lying in a little ball in the center of her bed. I glanced around nervously before walking towards her. Luke you shouldn't be in here. My reasonable side whispered. I rolled my eyes as I crawled onto the edge of her bed, eyeing her intently.

She looked so peaceful...

"Luke?" One of her eyes popped open. I jumped back, letting out a girly scream. She sat up, rubbing her espresso colored eyes.

"S-sorry." I stammered, sinking back onto her mattress. A small pink blush ran under her eyes.

"It's okay." She mumbled tiredly. Then I realized she had tear stains streaming down from her eyes and I felt my stomach drop. Did I make her cry? "I'm not wearing pants." She giggled. I felt my own face grow warm as I gawked at her panties for a second then looked straight up at the ceiling.

"Uhm sorry agai-"

"Luke!?" My mum's voice floated up the stairs. Sheila and I shared an "oh shit" look.

"Go!" Sheila whispered harshly. I nodded briskly and smoothly ducked out of her room. I couldn't hide the smile peeking on the edges of my mouth and I couldn't get the smell of mint out of my nose.