Poor Little Rich Girl | ✓

Chapter 17: You Didn't Tell Me That He Was A Greek God

Chapter 17: You Didn't Tell Me That He Was A Greek God

“Mom,” I whine. “Please?”

“Steffy, I said no,” My mother exasperatedly tells me. “You. Are. Grounded.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first four hundred and seventy-six times,” I snap.

“Then why do you keep asking?”

“And why do you keep putting emphasis on unnecessary words? I told them I’d come!”

“Then I guess you’d better call them back and tell them that you can’t come.”

“Why must you be so difficult?” I groan.

“Why must you be so disobedient?”

“What if they came over here?” I wonder.

“This isn’t my house; you’d have to ask your Grandmother Nancy about that.”

“So, if she says yes, they can come over?”

“I don’t see why not.” My mom shrugs, looking through the stock section of the newspaper.

“So, what’s the difference in them being over here and me being over there?”

“This difference is if they come over here, you don’t have to leave.”

“Mom, this isn’t fair.” I retort, stomping my feet and folding my arms across my chest.

“Life isn’t fair; deal with it.” She says, still looking through the newspaper.

“You’re just so, ugh.” I groan, stomping out of the living room. I walk down the corridor with a grimace on my face until I reach Spencer’s room. Unfolding my arms, I knock lightly on his door. “Spencer?”

“Yup?” He tiredly calls back. Why the lazy fuck is tired, I don’t know. Not like Grandmother makes him do much anyways. That’s all me.

“I’m gonna come in,” I say, pushing the door open. “Hey,” I sigh, walking and closing the door.

“Hey, what’s up?” Spencer asks, looking up at me from his television.

“You love me, don’t you Spencer?”

“You’re my baby sister; of course I love you.” He says, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“Why do I have to want something?” I ask, looking down at him. “Maybe I just wanted to know.”

“Yeah, but I know you. Therefore, I know you didn’t. Now, tell me what it is you want.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “Can I use your car? Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

“My car? Why? Aren’t you grounded?”

“Yes, but I’m going to a friend’s house.”

“Stef, do you know the meaning of the word grounded?”

“Of course I do,” I retort, rolling my eyes. “I told them I’d come though, so I’m going.”

“Did you ask mom or dad?”

“Well, I asked mom and she said no, so now I’m just gonna sneak out.”

“Why are you so rebellious?”

“I’m not rebellious! You and I both know that the circumstance under which I was grounded was total and completely bullshit.”

“Look at you using such a big word like ‘circumstance’,” My brother coos with a grin.