*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
I forced my eyes open and stretched to turn off my alarm.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
Huh? I thought I just clicked the snooze button.
I reached again and clicked the snooze button.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
I shot out of bed, grabbed my alarm clock and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and bounced to the floor. It made a dramatic high pitched noise, then a low, dying beep and then it died.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
Instantly I knew it wasn’t my alarm clock. It was…his. I got out of bed, sleepily, yawned, stretched and cleared my throat. I made my way to the window, stuck my head outside and yelled at Brad, who was sleeping like the dead, “Brad! Turn that annoying piece of crap off!”
He murmured and shooed me away, like you would a fly. I tried one more time. “Brad! Get! Up!” I yelled louder.
“Five more minutes, mom,” He muttered into his pillow and turned to the side.
“That’s it!” I yelled.
I looked into the other house, next to my other window. Still vacant. I shook my head then raised my foot out the window and put it on the ledge of his window. I hoisted myself up with the top of my window and jumped into his room. After a few glances around, and a lot of disgust in myself for stepping in his room, I walked up to his alarm clock and yanked its plug out of the outlet. Brad got up, looked me up and down, tossed his covers aside and sat up in his bed. A scowled expression crawled its way up onto my face. He was shirtless and only in boxers. Don’t get me wrong, he had an awesome body. But I really did not need to see him practically naked. I averted my attention to my window and said, “Don’t be a prick and turn off your alarm. I’m sick and tired of that stupid alarm, blaring in my head, every morning.”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” He smirked.
That smirk always pissed me off. The same smirk that he always used to signify him being better than you. I sighed.
“Good morning. Now please, could you try to turn off your alarm on mornings?” I asked, calmer than I was before.
“Well since you asked so nicely. I’ll try,” He smiled.
“Thank you. Now go get dressed. I seriously don’t need to see your boxers,” I rolled my eyes and started to make my way back to the window.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. Oh, and that outfit make you look good. Well, better than you usually do,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I was wearing a grey tank top, a white with red hearts short pants that looked like feminine boxers and black ankle socks.
“Shut up.” I climbed back across into my room and closed my curtains.
“Oh come on. Don’t be like that,” He pleaded and I heard his feet scuttle across the floor to the window.
“You come in here and I will strangle you. Go get ready for school. I don’t care what you have planned just get your sorry butt to school,” I know I sounded like a mother, but I kind of got used to being a mother for my little brother. Brad was like the annoying older brother I never had and never wanted.
“But it’s Friday. What is missing one day gonna do?” He groaned.
I threw the curtains back open and pointed a finger at him. He knew that was what I did when I warn people. I closed the curtains once more, grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. I knocked on my brother’s door and yelled, “Tim-Tims! Time to get up!”
I heard movement on the other side of the door and smiled. He was always such a nice boy. He never disobeys. I continued my trek to the bathroom. After stripping all clothing off and stepping into the shower, I turned the water on hot. The trickling water slithered its way down my body. It felt nice and warm. I lathered a thick layer of soap all around my body, then rinsed it all off. After a few more minutes of soaking in the heat of the water, I turned it off and stepped out of the shower. I semi-dried myself and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. I may be small but at least I have shape. I brushed my teeth and gargled some mouth wash. There was a quiet, faint knock at the door and Timmy’s small, sleepy voice saying, “Ali. Come on. I need to pee and get ready.”
Ali. Only my brothers and parents call me that, but they know not to say it when my friends or anyone I know is around. Those close to me know my real name and there are only four people close enough for me to tell them. Also, only two of those four people are alive today. Ali is my nick name for Alexis. Being named after my great, great, great, great grand-mother and her husband named Alexander, along with his nick name being Alé, my nick name was born. Ali.
I opened the door and said, “I’m done.”
I tapped his nose lightly and smiled. I always had a soft side for children and animals. He swatted my hand away, smiled and chuckled a little. He reminded me of mom. Just like Zack reminded me of dad. I walked back into my room and made sure my curtains were closed properly. There was more than one occasion where Brad tried to peak on me changing. But when my strong sense of when someone is looking at me started tingling. I instantly know it was him.
“Peeping Tom. Remove your eye from my window or I will throw a pencil at that big eye of yours,” I smirked while trying to find an outfit in my walk-in closet.
“How do you do it? Seriously. You don’t even look!” I heard Brad whine.
I closed the door of my walk-in closet and changed. Today felt like a super casual Friday so I threw on a Big grey T-shirt with the word ‘BAZINGA!’ written across the front. The right sleeve was an off-the-shoulder-sleeve. I didn’t really care if my black, bra strap was showing. To go with the T-shirt, I put on a pair of black, shredded skinny jeans and black, knee-high Converse. The Converse had my name printed in a vertical manner down the sides. To add a nice, different touch to it, I put three dangling chains on. It went from the belt on my jeans, to the top of my Converse. Feeling satisfied, I walked outside my closet and proceeded to brush my major case of bed head. After my hair was brushed, I put my signature cap on. In the distance, I heard the quiet trickles of the shower. I rushed all the way down stairs as fast as I could, because Timmy showers fast, to make breakfast. Quickly I made a batch of pancakes. Timmy was already sitting at the kitchen table when I finished cooking.
“You didn’t have to rush you know.” He re-assured me.
“I know, but I know how you like to reach to school early to watch that cute little red-head, with hazel eyes and freckles. What was her name again?” I teased.
His cheeks flushed pink.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He shot back.
“Rachel Marks,” I remembered her name.
His cheeks were now on fire. I laughed and slid a plate stacked with eight pancakes in his direction.
“Woah! You trying to get me fat or something?” He stared at the pancakes.
“What? A sister can’t make her little brother a great breakfast?” I smiled, “Oh. I’m gonna be late. Remember after you finish, put the plate in the sink and I’ll wash it when I come home. Also keep an eye on the clock. Your bus will be here soon.”
All he could do was make a muffled mhmm sound because he was already stuffing his face with pancakes. I grabbed my backpack off the coat hanger and rushed out the door. I opened the garage and pulled my motorcycle out. My phone vibrated and it was a text from Luciana. It read:
You won’t believe it! I’m going out with BRAD! <3
My eyes grew wide in astonishment. Then my brows furrowed and I became angry. A mixture of betrayal and anger welled up inside me. In anger I revved the motor a few times then I sped down the road and headed to school. How could she do this? How could she date him!
