A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

15. I am not a blonde bimbo with fake boobs and minus ten IQ.

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Chapter 15.

I am not a blonde bimbo with fake boobs and minus ten IQ.

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"So have you had sex?"

I choked on the Manchurian I was eating and Josh spat out the apple juice he was causally sipping. "What the eff mom?" he hissed, wiping his chin.

Mom shrugged, looking at us with amusement. "Just a curious question."

I was still struggling to swallow the Manchurian ball as Josh offered me a glass of water, his eyes narrowed at mom.

"Don't ask her such questions when I am there." My brother ordered, scowling at her.

Mom grinned mischievously, pointing her fork at Josh. "So have you had sex?"

I mildly refrained from choking again. "Mom!" I hissed, a few tears leaving my eyes due to my food's miscarriage.

Josh banged his head on the table and I desperately wanted to copy his actions. "Can you not mom?"

"Can I what not Josh?" Mom sassed.

"Mom seriously?" I gave her a flat look.

Mom laughed, her shoulders shaking. "It was a genuine question though. With Kevin I knew you wouldn't go that far but Colton I think you might."

"And why is that?" I inquired curiously. It should be the opposite, at least with Kevin it wasn't fake, I can't say the same with Colton. It's just a deal.

Mom shrugged. "I see the way you look at Colton."

My eyebrows furrowed with extreme confusion. "What way?"

"The 'I-am-so-in-love-with-you-that-I-put-Disney-romance-to-shame.' Josh muttered, wrinkling his nose. "It's nauseating."

My jaw dropped in horror. "I do not!"

"You do!" he insisted.

I dropped my fork on my plate. "I do not."

He copied my actions. "You do."

"I do not. That's just plain stupid okay. I am not in love with him."

"Liar liar pants of fire." Josh sang, bobbing his head.

I gritted my teeth. "Clearly my pants aren't on fire."

"Okay enough eat the noodles." Mom snapped, giving us a disapproving look. She hated fighting on the dining table.

I scowled at her, angry as she was the one who started this topic in the first place. "Really? I was going to drink the noodles."

Mom smiled sweetly, not appreciative about my sarcastic tone. "Would like some juice to mix them in then?"

"No thanks, soda will do."

"Eat."

After ten minutes of me scrapping my plate with the fork angrily, Josh subtly singing 'Liar liar pants on fire' every ten seconds and mom letting out frustrated sighs every now and then, I swallowed the last Manchurian ball and got up to dunk my plate in the sink. It was Josh's turn to wash, there was no way I was helping him after what just happened.

Just as I turned to go to the bed, mom's amused voice stopped me. "You never answered that question."

I groaned in aggravation. "Yes mom I did, with handcuffs and all that, complete 50 shades style. Now goodnight."