The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 7 - I Don't Need Anymore Therapy!

     "....how am I supposed to get any sleep when all she does is cry? I say we get her vocal chords clipped so we put a stop to this crap once and for all" I ranted on to James about Grace's new found insomnia as we pulled into his parking space in the school parking lot. 

     My sweet little baby sister had been sick all week and hadn't been sleeping through the night like usual but instead took that time to orchestrate the musical to the crying games. Every night! And last night was the worse because she started getting over the flu on Thursday and seemed a lot better by Friday so mom thought it would be a good idea to let her go to a play date with this little snot nosed brat named Olivia who, as it turns out, had the flu too! Do parents suddenly not care about people contracting their kids diseases? Long story short, they both got sicker and last night, the last day of my short weekend holiday from this hell hole, her fever spiked and she bawled her lungs out all night NO-ONE SLEPT. Breakfast this morning was basically the walking dead, with the exception of James who's basically dead when he sleeps so almost no-one. A nuclear bomb could go off and he would still be curled up in bed snug as a bug in a rug.

     "She's a baby and she's sick Lon, what else would you expect" my butt hole of a brother said. The fact that he sounded so well rested pissed me off further.

    "James you know me better than any body. How am I supposed to attempt being normal on 2 hours of sleep!" I demanded. I wasn't in for anyone's bullshit today because not only is Grace sick, but because I couldn't resist her adorable sad eyes when she stretched for me to pick her up out of her high chair on Saturday which she then proceed to cough on me, i'm once again getting a cold. My immune system is crap.

    He turned to me, pushing the car keys in the pocket of his blue denim, pre-ripped jeans, then placed his hands on either side of my face smushing my cheeks together. "You'll be fine, and because I know how you are I know that Grace isn't the only one to blame for your lack of sleep. Netflix is and also i'll keep an extra eye out for you today. Just try not to get yourself in anymore trouble" he said referring to the detention I had gotten two weeks ago.

   I rolled my eyes at him and licked his palm. He quickly retracted his hand and wiped it on my dark grey joggers. I winked at him "Thanks dunderhead" I said exiting the car and closing the door.

    "Anytime!" he yelled in reply, still inside the driver's seat.

    I made my way across the parking lot to the entrance of hell when, as if on cue, Max popped up in front of me, no longer startling me.

   "I see you didn't jump today" he grinned that adorable boyish grin at me. His dark hair falling on his forehead like a curtain over his piercing blue eyes. He wore that blue angry birds t-shirt I told him I wanted, with a pair of navy blue jeans and black vans.

    I smiled at him "Nice shirt" I said.

    "Oh this old thing" he answered knowingly, seeing as I had threatened to steal the shirt off his back several times before. "I just threw it on" he joked.

   "I bet that's it" I smirked, the congestion in my noise starting to affect the way I sounded when I spoke.

    Picking up on it he asked "Grace got to you?" James practically lived at his house for the past week between me getting sick then Grace. Something about him not wanting to be sick because he's the quarterback..blah blahh..

    "Yep" I sniffed, "now if you would excuse me, i'm gonna go get to class so I don't have to have Mr Stanfer on my areola for being late, again" I said moving past him, making my way to the school entrance like I was initially.

    He laughed and waved me off as he made his way in the opposite direction towards my brother and the rest of his annoying little posse that i'm always grateful not to see certain people apart of.