A Romeo And Juliet Kind Of Story

Chapter 2

This is Sindy, Chloe's adopted older sister

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After the little "get together" we had, I headed upstairs to my room. I quickly changed into a cami and sweats, then brushed any tangles out of my hair. Lying onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling. The kiss Jared and I shared would forever be permanently seared into my brain. I couldn't forget about it, I could still feel the tingle on my lip on where he nibbled it. A wave of heat spread throughout my body at the memory of his hands roaming my back. I rolled onto my side and covered myself with my blanket. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. Sitting up, I placed my head in my hands and gave a deep sigh.

What have I done? This is too much for me.

Just then a knock came on my door. I jerked up and flung the blankets off me.

"Who is it?" I asked, walking toward the door.

"Drake."

I paused at the door, my hand hovering over the handle.

"What do you need?"

"To talk."

"If it's about the slap, you know you deserved it."

He didn't reply, instead he shoved the door open, causing me to stumble back. I glared at him and placed my hands on my hips.

"What the hell Drake? You don't just barge into people's rooms like that!"

"Shut up Chloe."

"No you dick! I don't have to listen worth shit to you!"

"Chloe," he growled, closing the door, "You want to wake the whole fucking house?"

"I might, unless you tell what in the hell you're doing?"

He let out a breath and gave a shrug.

"Like I said... to talk."

"About what?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"That... man that you were with earlier."

I became on guard and stood up straighter.

"What about him?"

"Is he really your boyfriend?"

"Now what kind of question is that? Of course he is."

"Why didn't you tell me... us sooner?"

"Because... we wanted it that way... first school, then we would reveal our relationship, but obviously this happened so you met him early," I lied smoothly.

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. I stared back and sat down on my bed.

"How long have you two been... together?"

"Almost 2 years."

"And you managed to hide this from us for that long?"

"I come from a family of spies dumbass, obviously."

It got quiet for a minute, Drake shuffled from one foot to the other.

"Look," I said, breaking the awkward silence, " I'm getting tired, you can leave my room now, nice talk."

"Chloe," he began, "I..."

His expression softened for a minute and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Just be careful, alright?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Many things... goodnight,"  he replied sternly, then opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.