The Little Things [On Hold]

Chapter 1

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Dyana

"Get up, sleeping beauty!" Someone shouted in my ear. Rolling on my bed, I made and irritated look and gave her the middle finger.

"I need you to at least be a few minutes early today so, that means you have to be ready in an hour, tops." My older sister informed me and probably went out of my room. I can't even see her because here I am, buried in fluffy blankets and pillows.

I rolled around my bed for a while and then got ready for the first day of hell.

~°~

"Dyana!"

I opened or, well, widened my eyes and jumped off the couch. "Huh?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes from sleep.

Sab or Sabrina, my older sister, snapped. "What are you doing? Allons-y!"

I scowled and went upstairs, into my room and changed into my clothes.

I grabbed the keys for my 2014 BMW i8 and went outside to my car parked in front of my fountain. Yes, my fountain. No, its not a statue of me. I just had the chance to choose what statue I wanted for the fountain and guess what? I picked Mickey Mouse. Not the Mickey thats the newest version but the one before that. Not old, not new.

I got in my baby and sped off.

"So..." I started. "What happened? Why are you riding with me? Why am I going to school at 7:00? Are you on your period or something?" I was gonna ask another question when Sab slapped my arm. "Ah! Calm the fuck down, woman!" I exclaimed.

"I don't get why you're so open about that." She mumbled. Her eyes widened in fear when she looked at the road. "Dee! Slow the hell down!"

My head snapped to the road and I

immediately slammed my foot on the breaks. I looked around and saw nothing. "What the fuck is wrong with you? There is absolutely nothing on my fucking way!"

She scowled stomped her foot in anger. "I saw someone! Go and check it out!"

I clenched my fists and curled my toes. "You don't just stomp your foot in my car and order me around you fucking dud!" I exclaimed. She shut her mouth and pointed outside. I went out of my car and went in front. I gasped at the sight of a person lying on the ground a few inches from my baby.

"See? Told you."

"Shut the fuck up and help me, damn it!" I went over and grabbed the guy's arms. Sab followed and grabbed his legs. I frowned. "Wait, what are we gonna do with this dude? Et je ne vais pas prende soin de lui."

She gave me a weird look and put the guy back down and put her hands on her hips and faced me properly. "Why are you always like this?" She asked. I shrugged. "You know what, take him to mom's house and take care of him. I'll tell auntie that you're not coming to school today."

"Fucking hell. Maison de maman? Does it really have to be her?" I asked." And did you say that I am going to take care of this guy?" Sab only nodded and did something on her phone.

~°~

I sighed as I reached a small modern house.

Here I am. There is no turning back.

I turned my baby off, got out, and walked to the front door of my mom's house. I frowned at how bright it is here. Its too damn bright. I knocked on the door. Hahaha, I know what your thinking; Just ring the doorbell. Well, no, I don't wanna.

"Puis-je vous aider?" A guy asked as he opened the...holy shit. He. Is. Fucking. HOT . Dude, dude, dude, calm the fuck down.

"Who the hell are you?" I bit. Okay, I know its a bit harsh but I'm on my period and I'm not wasting my time with this shit.

He gave me a blank face. "I own this house, bitch."

I scoffed. "I am not a bitch and I own this house...I mean my mom owns this house. Why the hell did you even call me a bitch?" I said and crossed my arms. Who the actual fuck does he think he is? He looked me up, did the same and glared at me.

"Does that mean you're Sabrina?" He asked and raised his brow.

My mouth dropped open. "What?"

"Sabrina...?" He then looked at me as if I were crazy.

"Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second, I don't know who the fuck you are. Third, I'm not Sab so excuse me." I pushed him aside and went in.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?"

I shook my head and didn't answer him. Obviously, I don't know this dude and I also don't know the dude in my baby. He grabbed my arm and stopped me.

I released a frustrated sigh. "I dont have time for this. Where is my mom?" I asked and turned to face this weirdo.

He looked at me weirdly and asked, "What's your mom's name?"

I gave him an 'Are you Shitting me' look and replied. "Kaye."

"Kaye...?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know her last name so just tell me where she is."

"I'm guessing your mom is my employer." He thought to himself.

I gave him a confused look. "Employer? You work for my mom? Why did you say this is your house? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Or are you just fucking my mother?" I glared. "Stop trying to make this conversation longer than it is." I basically PMS-ed in his face. Oui, I am on my period. I definitely don't like being ordered around and I will hate every person that gives off a message saying 'I'm better than you' in big, bold letters.

I turned and went directly to the stairs. I went upstairs and to the main bedroom which is my mom's, obviously. I went inside and boom, there's not a single person inside. Now, I know that I was already kinda expecting her to be all busy but I still had a little hope. I felt a presence behind me and im guessing its that guy that was at the door.

I sighed. I got my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. While at it, I saw the date and oh how I dreaded this day. "Dude, do you mind taking care of this guy that passed out?" I asked with a small smile.

He looked like he was thinking. "I...are you serious? Of course I mind." He then glared at me like I just shat on his bed.

"Look, just stay with this guy 'till he wakes up." I rubbed my whole face. I don't care anymore.

He shook his head. "No."

Ugh. Why? I gave my best giving a puppy face. "Please?"

"What the hell is with that face? You look...how do I put it nicely...gross." Said the dude a matter-of-fact-ly.

That actually made me laugh a little. "Shut it. You're working for my mom, you're working for me."

He lifted a hand, obviously going to point out that he aint doing shit. "Bu-"

"Shut the fuck up, and say no more. Do as youre told. Im not in the mood. I just want to go to Starbucks. Leave me the fuck alone." This time, I made myself very clear. He gave up and yeah, he just gave up. I rule, mother fucker. I pushed him out of my way and pulled put my phone. I didnt push him that hard, though. Just a little shove. Oh, how weak I am. Well, I'm just not that mean when I'm angry. Damn, imagine how I'll be like when I'm drunk, on my period, and angry. Definitely not a good combination. Although, it has happened before.