Mrs. Maybe Not

Chapter 7

-=+=- Picture of Kenzie -=+=-

"What do you mean James was caught stealing?" Ashley's screams waking me up.

"Ashley, shut up would you?" James laughs, "I really wanna know what Brandon ever saw in you. Cause all I see is a crazy b*tch."

"Get the hell out of my house!" She screams.

I start to get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen where they all are standing. Ashley is standing, red faced, by the stove. Brandon is at the table sitting, with his head in his hands. And James is sitting on the couch, his eyes focused on the tv.

"This isn't even your house, Ashley. I pay for it and you don't pay a single penny." Brandon grumbles.

"You know what, Brandon? Either kick out your idiot brother. Or I'm leaving and taking Kenzie with me." She smirks at him.

I clear my throat and all three heads snap to look at me. "Ashley, first of all. You can't threaten every time something doesn't go your way. You get no where. You end up like Caleb. A jack ass who is going to die a loner. And as for James getting caught shoplifting, you didn't have to pay his bail. You need to worry about your damn self otherwise you end up a stubborn b*tch."

James grins and winks at me. Brandon is trying to hold back a laugh. And as fro Ashley, well she is standing there with her mouth wide open, staring at me.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She finally snaps. "I let you stay at my home? And this is how you repay me? By being a b*tch?"

She steps closer to me until our faces are nearly touching. She was a good 4 inches shorter than me, so she had to look up at me.

Her hand comes up about to slap me, a chair scratches across the tile and grabs her wrist, while another set of arms wraps around me and pulls me away.

"You are a feisty little girl." James laughs as he pulls me into my room. "Thanks for sticking up for us. Brandon wouldn't have been able to. He cares too much about Kenzie. And if I were to say anything, no one would have sided with me."

"I was telling the truth. Plus I'm done with fake b*tches." I shrug and take a seat on the edge of the bed.

I hear more yelling, a door slamming, and then complete silence.

"I kind of wish she would jump off a cliff. And then you and Brandon could get together already. I'm tired of seeing you guys look at each other when the other isn't aware." James smirks.

"That's not true." Brandon says from the doorframe. "Oh and Brittney, thanks for what you said to her this morning. Really set the mood for the day."

James walks up and his face his inches from Brandon, "She did what was right. Something you never knew how to do."

With that James pushes past Brandon and makes sure to shove him in to the doorframe.

Brandon sighs and walks out trying to talk to James calmly now.

I lean back, my back pressed against the headboard. I was half tempted to get out my computer and see what was happening in the real world. Well mostly with Caleb. But I decided against it. I didn't wanna stress myself out more than I had to.

But, Brittney what if Crystal is trying to get ahold of you? I sigh and pull out my computer and it boots up bringing up my background, which is a picture of my family and Caleb's. Not my choice of course.

I typed in my password CalebIsHot. Also not my choice. Caleb wanted something easy that he could remember so he could always get onto my computer.

With that I pull up Google Chrome and log onto Facebook. Tons of my newsfeed consists of pictures of me running out. I mean it had only been a few days. And all the private messages are from strangers or Caleb's family. I ignore it and delete them all.

Then, I move onto my email, looking through all the spam, until I get to an email sent from Caleb at 5:36 this morning. I think about if I really want to read and then open the email.

All that is in the email is a picture of me, getting into Brandon's truck in front of his house. And the words. I'm coming for you.

-=+=-

After three weeks of acting like everything was alright, I finally decided to quit the act and get out of their house, so Caleb doesn't harm them.

Everyone is out today, James is at a friends house, Ashley took Kenzie to the zoo, and Brandon is out who knows where. So I take it as a good time to make a run for it.

Making sure all my bags are packed, and I'm not forgetting anything, I start out to the front door.

"Brittney, where the hell are you going?" Brandon asks, stepping out of the kitchen and blocking my pathway.

Since he came into my room and overheard what James said, I've been avoiding him like the plague. And he hasn't made any attempt to come to me either.

"Umm, I'm leaving." I say trying to get around him.

He laughs and rolls his eyes, "No you're not. Your ex or whatever you want to call him is threatening you, and you don't want us hurt."

"That's not true. I could give a rats ass about what happens to you." I snap back.

Brandon smiles and I notice how pretty his eyes are. And his lips are so perfect.

"So if I were to kiss you right now you wouldn't feel anything?" He asks, taking a step closer to me.

I shake my head and he smirks. taking another step closer, so that our chests are practically touching. A few seconds later, his warm lips meet mine. The taste of alcohol, heavy on them.

He pulls away and looks down at me, then his lips come back, pressing harder. I wrap my arms around his neck, dropping my bags. His arms come around my waist. A few seconds later, his tongue presses against my lip, and I let him in. His tongue and mine fight for dominance.

Brandon pulls away and smiles at me. "I'm in love with you Brittney. You stuck up for me against Ashley, and I'll do the same against that Caleb dude. He won't touch you. I love you."

"You're not in love with me. You're drunk." I whisper.

He nods, "I know you think that, but a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts."

He smiles at me and walks off to his room, leaving me to think everything over.

Damn you, Brandon. I don't think you're the only one in love here.

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A.N-

So that last line Brandon says is my favorite line ever. I got that line from somebody;) But don't worry too much about it. 

I hope you did enjoy.

-Kawa