Their Style

Chapter 4

Olivia's POV

Matt and I pulled up in the parking lot with my Porsche. Dean rolled his eyes, but we all knew he was jealous. Keegan's eyes widened. And Rianna didn't look surprised at all.  It looked as if she were expecting it.

"I knew she was going to pull up with her Porsche" she mumbled to Keegan. We all got out of cars and discussed our next stop.

Then out of Rianna's truck, came a teenage girl. The same long dark brown hair as her mother and the same icy blue eyes as her father. She was short like Rianna too. 

"Mom, who's this?" Isabel asked Rianna.

"Your auntie Olivia" she replied.

"Auntie Obae? Don't you remember?" I questioned desperately.

"A little bit" she muttered.

I was a little disappointed, but I knew that this trip would help her remember.

"Go let Tibalt out to the bathroom" Rianna ordered.

Isabel sighed and did what she was told.

Then two teenagers emerged from Dean's old fashioned, tacky impala. A teenage girl and teenage boy. Both a perfect example of both Dean and Meghan. Long, jet black hair and dazzling green eyes.

"Is that Jasmine and Sam?" I asked Rianna.

"Yeah"

I was stunned. Both of them were growing beautifully.

"They're so old now"

"I know, time flies fast" Rianna said.

"No kidding" I sighed.

Sam observed Isabel take her pug, "Tibalt", out of her truck.

"What the hell is that?" He laughed.

I bit my lip hoping Rianna hadn't heard. Thankfully, she was too busy talking to Keegan.

Isabel rolled her eyes, "It's a pug, dumb ass"

"Pug or pig!" He joked again.

"Sam, stop it" Jasmine quietly demanded.

"Yeah maybe you should listen to your sister!"

Again, I glanced towards Rianna who was totally oblivious to the insults towards her precious pug. Meanwhile, Isabel rolled her eyes and continued to lock Tibalt on his leash.

A mischievous grin slid across Sam's lips. He slowly slipped a few pebbles in his palm.

Oh no. There was no way Rianna wasn't going to hear the screeching noise of Tibalt being pelted by rocks. He's fucked.

Sam targeted Tibalt with his pebbles. He swiftly whipped multiple tiny pebbles at Tibalt. 

Tibalt jumped up. He screeched and squealed. He began to-more like he tried to- run, but it was more of a waddle than a run.

"Sam!" Isabel yelled as Tibalt yanked the leash out of her hands from the fast waddling of his stubby little pug paws.

Sam laughed, "See? He squeals like a pig" he continued to chase Tibalt and throw pebbles at him.

"Sam put the rocks down!" Jasmine shouted.

This time she heard for sure. I was frozen in terror of what nasty outcome was about to go down.