Keys of Disaster

*-Chapter 2-*

"What's up with the emo dude?" Jason asks suspiciously in the car.

"What do you mean?" I ask innocently knowing exactly what he means.

"I saw you checking him out, please don't tell me you like him" 

"What's wrong with him?" 

"Alex, he's a slacker, an underachiever. You see the type of bands he likes. He's probably more emotional than you are" He states.

"You don't know that! Why are you being so judgmental?" 

"Alex, you always do this. You take the broken guys and you try to fix them" he says concerned. 

"No I don't" I deny. Why does he even care? He continues, 

"Please, you've always been like this. Since you were little you'd always bring sick and injured birds, cats, frogs and you'd try to fix them"

"Okay yes, I did that but I felt sorry for them" I say in defense.

"Exactly, you do the same with guys. You feel sorry for them, take them in and they always break your heart" he says. 

"Jason, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and learn from my own mistakes. Please just mind your own business and keep your observations to yourself" I say bitter as I turn up the radio.

"Listen to me, mom left me with the obligation to protect you. All I ask is that you'd not try anything with this guy." he asks in a calming and persuasive voice. "Fine" I sigh, trying not making a big deal out of it.

I missed an entire day at school and I'm really not in the mood to do any homework. I plopped myself on my bed and listened to Ed Sheeran with my earphones. My brother hates my music so I'm not allowed to listen to it without earphones. He annoys me. I can't do anything but I'm supposed to do everything.

I can't listen to my own music but I should do the laundry and dishes and shopping and cleaning and just EVERYTHING! I got mad and pulled out my earphones. The only thing he does is drive me around and the little money he gets from work - he's a bartender - he spends on booze. Before he even pays, he had already spent it. Thank goodness my parents left us some money, or we'd be living on the streets.

I woke up the next morning with my brother's irritating voice in my ears. This already overthrows my day. I hopped in the shower, got dressed in a little blue dress and vans and went downstairs for food. I hate dressing all girly but the thing is (story time):

My parents were very wealthy and decent people. My brother was a bitter disappointment and they counted on me to be the better child. I was always a tomboy and my mom hated the fact that I hung out with boys and that I loved skateboarding and beat boxing, ext. She expected me to be a little princess. She never had that privilege and forced it onto me. I always rebelled against her will.

When she died in the hospital from a lung disease two years ago, her last wish was for me to grow up a "fair lady". To find a man worthy of my fastidious - that she tried to rub off on me. When she died I decided to pursue her wish. So I cut off all the skateboarding, playing in mud, grew my hair and started dressed 'like a lady'.

I also began to date guys. Smart, successful... but broken. I thought about what my brother said in the car. They always have some kind of problem - drinking, drugs, gambling, broke, depressed - either they move away, or die or kill themselves or just leave me. Maybe Jason is right, I feel sorry for them and take them in only to be let down.

When I got downstairs, my brother was already waiting in the car. I grabbed an apple and jogged out to where Jason kept pushing the horn. He just loves ruining my mornings. We argued on the way to school and when we got there, I slammed the door in his face, like he always does to me." What a way to start a day" I mumbled when I walked to my locker. While packing my books, the guy from yesterday approached me. I didn't even know he was in my school, probably new.

"You're the girl from the exams yesterday?" he asks. "Uhh yah, that's me" I say a little startled. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and I almost melted. "Hi, I'm Johnnie" he says while stretching out his hand to shake mine. "Alex" I answer as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you" I say. "Listen, I'm new here and I was wondering if you could show me around. I really don't know anyone here and your face seemed familiar" he says after a moment of silence. I hesitate, "Sure, let me see your schedule.." I say and he hands it to me.

I showed him to his classes and pointed out where the bathrooms were. Lunch, I went to the table where Michael - my guy friend- and I always sit. And sure enough he was there. Mikey had bleach blond hair what just did what it wanted to and he rocked it. He is my soul mate but in a friend way. We grew up together although he is a year older than me. He's always been there for me. Never moved away or died or dumped me. I like that. I went and sit next to him and immediately he wanted to know about Johnnie.

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