When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - S i x ]

Chapter 6

"What size are you?" I asked Sierra.

"I'm size 11/12 in jeans and a medium in shirts."

"Black jeans?" I asked her and she nodded.

I thumbed through the rack of jeans. "What about dark blue?" I questioned as I stared at a clot of dark blue jeans.

"That's fine," she replied. I grabbed a handful of 11/12 jeans and handed them to her. She examined each of them before smiling and nodding. So we have 5 pairs of jeans now.

"Do you see any shirts you like?" I asked her, resting back and she nodded. She grabbed a long sleeve shirt and a red vest.

"Here, go pay for it," I told her, handing her the money.

When we walked towards another store that suited our fashion sense, I asked her how much cash was left. "We have about $313.89," She told me, doing mental math. I nodded.

"Where'd you get this money?" my eyebrows rose. Did she rob a bank? When I go shopping, I get $200.

"My parents gave us money to get clothes; $500 each," she told me and I nodded.

"That's a lot of money," I told her. 

"That's only because we have about four pairs of normal jeans and we only own tank tops and sandals," she told me. "We need coats and shoes and jeans and long sleeve shirts; my parents didn't think it through when they decided to send us here."

"Just get any shirts," I told her and she nodded, handing me her bag. I leaned against the wall, staring out of the doorway as she went to the changing room. I saw Sabrina and Jonah walking, obviously arguing.

"How many shirts did you buy?" I inquired.

"I bought eight more and then two more pairs of jeans," she told me and I nodded. "We can go to any shoe store that sells Converse or DC's."

After we bought her two pairs of shoes, we had to go to Target to buy undergarments. I looked at her. "You can do that yourself, right?"

She laughed before nodding. "Yes, I'm not 3," I rolled my eyes. My ringtone went off and I quickly picked up the phone. I was earning dirty looks from other customers. Did they not appreciate The All American Rejects?

"What?" I stated into the phone. 

"Are you guys done?" Jonah asked. I watched as Sierra awkwardly walked to the checkout line.

"Yes, are you?" I asked.

He sighed loudly. "No, we aren't even close. I bought her one outfit and one fourth of the money is gone."

"Why don't you pick out clothes for her?" I asked. He was quiet for a minute.

"I'm going to do that. I'll call you back," he told me. 

"Are they finished?" Sierra piped from beside me. I shook my head.

"He's going to get the clothes for her," she nodded her head while we began aimlessly walking around the mall.

When Jonah called back, Sierra and I were talking about which band was better; Pierce the Veil or Sleeping with Sirens. "What?" I asked. 

"We're ready," I turned to Sierra and nodded. "We're in the food court."

Sierra and I made our way to the food court, looking around for the boy and the twin. When we found them, Sabrina was pouting and Jonah was glaring at her.

"How many outfits did you get?" I asked once I plopped down. Sabrina wrinkled her nose. "5 and one pair of shoes; I hate them."

"We got about 7 or eight outfits and two pairs of shoes," I grinned and Jonah frowned.

"You got the easier twin!" he snapped before furrowing his eyebrows. "I mean the twin that's easier to shop for."

I just rolled my eyes. "Well, I won. What's my prize?" I raised an eyebrow.

"We never discussed a prize," he smiled.

"I want a prize," I crossed my arms.

"Jonah's your prize," Sierra giggled.

I wrinkled my nose. "No thank you." Jonah looked offended.

"What's so wrong with me?" he asked.

"Everything, Jonah," I smirked. "I want my prize."

"I'll think about it," Jonah winked.

***
When I got back home, my brother was waiting for me in front of my door. "Van?"

"Yes?" I slowed to a stop as I waited a few feet away from him.

"Some girl named Meredith called. She said she tried your cell phone but you didn't pick up," he explained. I nodded my head, placing a hand on my hip.

"I was hanging out with someone," I shrugged. My brother's eyebrows shot up.

"Who?" he asked with a smirk on his face. 

"It was nobody really," I tried to bypass him.

"It was Jonah, wasn't it?" I blinked a few times before shrugging. "Do you like that kid?"

"No," I sighed.

"I think you do!" my brother barked out a laugh.

"No, I don't!" I groaned in frustration.

He smirked. "You do like him!"

"No, I don't," I seethed.

My brother backed up a bit before pointing at me. "Look at you! You're all choked up. You don't know how to express your feelings for him so you have to act like you hate him!"

I curled my fingers into a fist and swung it at my brother's face. When it connected, it made a loud thump. My brother groaned before he got angry. My eyes widened in realization before I darted down the stairs, my brother calling me from a few feet behind me. "Get back here you little-."

"Language, Jer!" I snorted as I raced down the stairs. It's bad to taunt him when he already wants to kill me but maybe I'll have a bit of fun before I die in approximately .2 seconds.

At some points, I was scared that my legs were going to give out on me. They were already burning from all the running I was doing. When we reached the second floor I had to run down another hallway before I reached the stairs.

"I'm going to kill you, Savannah!" my brother was really angry; the only time he calls me by my full name is when he is angry, really angry. He usually calls me Van or Vanna.

"That's murder, Jer!" I called when I felt his hand hovering behind my back. I was panting heavily. I wasn't made for running. I dived towards the stairs, falling and sliding down them on my back. I quickly stood up, avoiding the pain coursing through my legs.

"Mom!" I called when I saw my mom standing in the kitchen, right in front of the garage door. "Help me!"

My brother let out a warrior cry before I dived behind my mother who stopped Jeremiah. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything mom, I swear!" I whimpered as Jeremiah tried to reach over my mother's shoulder.

"Don't believe her! She's lying!" Jeremiah growled as I reached for my keys. I escaped out of the garage door.

As soon as I was in my car, I quickly started it up. The garage door opened up quickly and I tried to back out but my brother appeared in the doorway I'd just escaped through. He had his keys in his hand. I don't think he was planning on driving.

The bruise was forming on his face. I quickly pulled out of the garage and my brother was chasing after my car. I pressed on the gas and he soon disappeared. I let out a sigh of relief.

How was I going to get back inside tonight?