My high school wish list

Chapter 3 The motorcycle

Heyyyyyy! Shout out to @Anonyamous to making me realize that I should keep writing! I'm super sorry for not updating in time and I'm reallllllyyyy bad at that, so I'm sorry but I will give this another try and hopefully I will do it this time... Sorry... So read the story I'll just shut up for now... But you should also read my short story, Rosalina's Past! Thank you so much for your support!
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Anastasia's POV

SHÎT! That's the first thing I thought when Gabriel walked me home from school today and pointed out the motorcycle in my driveway. I could faintly hear rock music blaring from my cookie cutter house even while I was standing on the other side of the street. I clear my throat and look at Gabe. "I can't go shopping today Gabe, sorry." He wiggled his eyebrows. Uh- oh....

"Is there a boyfriend in the picture?" He smirks at me, and I can feel my cheeks heat up like fire.

"N- no! Of course not you idiot!" I slap his arm playfully, feeling the heat in my cheeks fade.

"Oh good because for a minute there I thought I had to explain the whole "birds and the bees" thing," his eyes look like they're laughing at me hysterically, and yet again I feel my cheeks heat up again. "Keep blushing like that, and your cheeks will match the color of your hair." I just laugh, and walk away from the pyscho that turned out to be my best friend.

I nervously turn the key into the keyhole, my hands shaking. I walk through the doors and instantly wish I hadn't. I see a girl come out from upstairs with her light blue blouse all the way open, exposing her black lacy thing that people call bras.

"Oh are you his 2:00 appointment? Your a little early, but isn't every girl early for him?" She winks, and slips on her black wedges and pulls her skimpy black shirt up, and I get a full view of lacy black underwear and I wince. She must be a stripper I think when I see her walk out the door, her black hair swaying behind her and her hips on full sashay mode. I cringe and turn around to hear the thing I call a brother coming down the stairs.

"Aren't you a little too early to see me bab-" he stops short when he sees that it's me, and not one of his catches of the week.

"Hello to you too. Did you know that it's very awkward to walk into your own house and see a girl barely in any clothes!?" I yell, because let's be honest, I was pretty fed up right now. "And what, do you have a girl to hookup with every single hour!? Ash you KNOW that's ridiculous."

"Anastasia, don't get your panties in a twist. Those girls were just..."

"GirlS!? I said I only saw one. So there was more than one!? Ash you make me sick sometimes, you know that?"

"Hey it's not my fault that girls throw themselves at me!"

"It's your fault that I'm scared to come home when your around! You know what? Call all the prostitutes you want. I'm going to stay over at Gabe's house tonight." I try to push past him, but he stops me.

"GABE? Who the hell is that!? Is he some kind of boyfriend!?"

"Ash, since you don't have the time for me, I'm just going to go," I shove him out of the way and I march up the stairs and into my room, grab a few pairs of clothes, stuff them in a purple duffel bag and I walk past a blinking Ash, and out the door to the next house over, which is definitely not a cookie cuter house. This house is covered in colorful graffiti, and it's the most beautiful house on the block. My finger goes and rings the doorbell, making a Latin tune come on and Gabe's mom comes to answer the door, singing into a wooden spoon, while wearing an apron.

"Ana! How are you?" She kisses me on the cheek and let's me in. She has a slight Spanish accent, since she is from Venezuela. Her dark brown hair is pulled up in a bun, with many fly always all over, and there is flour all over her tan face. Her dark brown eyes twinkle, as if laughing. "Will you be staying for a few nights, cariño?"

"Yes, I hope that's okay..."

"Of course of course, you are always welcome in my home! There is cookies on the counter, and you can go up to your room," she sways back into the kitchen speaking rapid Spanish along with the singer on the radio. I walk upstairs and I put my duffel bag on the bed and I see Gabe walk in.

"Is it that asshat you always speak of?" He questions me, cracking his knuckles as if he wants to punch someone.

"Gabe calm down, it's just my brother."

"You have a brother!? Since when!?"

"Since forever. But it's a really long story... It all started 7 years ago..."
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