she will be mine

she will be mine ch1-23

Chapter 1

“Mikki, your ride’s here!” Mom, yelled from down stairs. 

I cast a glance around my room. It looked fairly organized, well, my definition of organized anyway. I knew where most everything was, and that’s all that counts anyway. Through my window, I could see the top of the garage roof, where I usually spent my time. Lying on a blanket, reading my latest book, doing homework, or singing while my friend Jasmine (aka Jazz) strummed a tune on her guitar. It was midmorning now so the sun was shining brightly, making the black shingles sparkle. My huge orange floral duffle bag from L.L. Bean was lying on my puffy blue and green bedspread, packed to the utter bursting point. My tendency to overpack was world renowned at this point. Now that we were eighteen, our parents were letting us go someplace by ourselves this summer. So, for two glorious months, my friends and I were staying at a lake house owned by my friends Mavis and Joley’s parents. The house was large and stocked full of soda, ice cream, and the best movie collection ever. Even though the lake was only one hundred yards away they had a pool and a hot tub, and did I mention there was a sauna in the basement? Talk about paradise. Two months up there and I might never want to come home. 

The ride there was a little over 2 hours, so I made sure I had my phone and iPod charged and ready, but I doubted I’d use them. My friends and I always managed to keep ourselves entertained, somehow. This summer was going to be great. Just the five of us hanging out and having fun, and the best part was that our guy friends were staying at the same lake. My friend Matt St. James’s family owned a lake house just down the road from Mavis and Joley’s, which equaled fun fun fun (according to Jazz). Personally, I think she was just excited to spend time with her... FWB, friend with benefits, Kyle Rigger. Everyone said that they should just go out already, but Jazz preferred make-out sessions with no strings attached soo...  With a sigh, I heaved my duffle off my bed and dragged it out into the hallway.

“Jeremy, come help me with this thing!” I yelled to the closed door on my right. My brother Jeremy, in my opinion, was the biggest loser I’ve ever met, and went out of his way make my life miserable, but he was endowed with the responsibility of taking care of his little sister, which includes helping me bring my luggage to the car. I could, of course, carry it myself but where was the fun in that? The door opened and his music blasted out from his headphones. His hair was the same color as mine, dark and wavy, which contrasted nicely with his pale skin and blue eyes. The fact that girls practically swooned over him had always annoyed me, but I’m his little sister so it was supposed to I guess. He, of course, never complained. Jeremy said it made him feel like a manly-man, to have ladies falling over him, but he was completely serious with his girlfriend Jenny. 

“What?” he yells at me, pretending not to hear. I roll my eyes and sighed, he can be such an idiot sometimes. 

“I know you can hear me asshole, now help me bring this to the car.” He shakes his head and points to his ear, miming deafness. Annoyed, I yank them out of his ears.

“Hey! What your problem?” He asks angrily. 

“You are. Now help me get this into Jazz’s car, I though you’d be happy to get rid of me?” I watched his face brighten at my words, jerk. 

Jeremy lifts he bag into his arms. “Where to?” 

I sighed and lead him down stairs and out the front door where Jazz was waiting in her black Jeep Wrangler.

“Finally.” She jumped out and walks over to me, her long brown hair swinging behind her. The sides were twisted and fastened in the back with a clip. Her tall curvaceous body was held in obvious annoyance, with her hip jutting out, hands gripping her waist. Jazz and I had been friends since fourth grade, having met each other at girl scouts, although I eventually dropped out, she and I remained really close friends. I liked to think of us as complete opposites that complemented each other. Where she was flirty, spontaneous and out going, I was quiet, reserved and rather cynical. She absolutely hated it when people said we looked alike, and quite frankly so did I. Jazz was tall, curvy and tan with long brown hair, and dark eyes, the very picture of hotness. I was small and fair with medium black brown hair and teal eyes. Absolutely nothing alike what so ever.