Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | seven

chapter | seven

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Cassie Fields

After I dropped Faye and Alya off at their home, we arrived at ours in a matter of seconds. Camille didn't speak very much. It was quite unusual, because she always has something to say. Even if it's about her homework.

"How was today?" I said, on our ride home.

"Good."

She remained silent. Perhaps she was nervous about Dylan coming over? Dylan had always been a challenge for her. She had looked at Dylan as an idol when they were both younger, since Dylan is a year older, but then she started treating Camille revoltingly.

I think, it was jealousy.

Sometimes I look at my sister, and I'm so proud to say, she's mine. Or she's related to me. But then at other times, it tortures me. Camille is so beautiful and she doesn't even know it. The way she can be the best all the time makes me envy her too. When Jordan and I started dating, a while ago, we spoke about Camille. Even he admitted, she has this mesmerizing energy that she carries with her. I wish I could be her sometimes. I really do.

I've always wondered what she thought about me too. I think, she considers me to be 'out of her league.'

I don't know.

We both trudged into the house. Camille seemed exhausted. She immidiately plumped down on the couch. I smiled, as I saw her do this.

I entered the kitchen and set my bags down on the kitchen island. The house phone began to ring. I skipped over to the couch and grabbed it. "Too tired to pick up, Cam?"

"Uh-huh," she breathed into the couch.

"Hello?" I answered as I re-entered the kitchen.

"Hi Cass, it's mom."

I snatched some chocolate from the drawer.

"Mom? Oh, hi! Why's the number so weird?"

"Listen, I don't have a lot of time, but I was just going to inform you, tomorrow morning a young boy will be moving into our house."

After indulging in chocolate and smearing it on my face accidently, I swallowed too quick out of shock. It really hurt.

"What?"

"I don't know his name, but he has a prison record for a few things. He's not some major criminal. He's Camille's age, I think! Anyways, his dad's in prison and... Well, I don't know about the mom, but the dad phoned this agency. It's this place where they interview families, that could adopt kids or have teenagers over for a quick time... Basically what I'm saying is, we'll be teaching him to become a better person. And his dad wanted that boy to go to the family immidiately. We did this interview a while ago, and I'm sorry for not saying anything, but we didn't know, we'd be chosen. Now, like I said, running out of time, but just wanted to say that he's coming tomorrow, at 9AM. Be nice to him, and help him out. He's a good kid apart from the stuff on his prison record."

I had to have a minute, in order to stomach everything she's said.

A criminal?

At ours?

"Um, but... Mom, I.. Dylan...," I burbled, testing the words I could get out.

"Sweet-heart, gotta go... Bye! Love you!" she interrupted. A speedy and constant beep followed.

She hung up.

I cautiously placed the phone back in its place. I stood there and contemplated everything. How the heck did mom think that was going to work?