Walk In My Stiletto Shoes!

Chapter Eight-

We woke up Saturday morning to a whole lot of yelling.

Jenn mentioned having a pounding head, but I was more concerned with what was going on downstairs. I got up and looked out my window and saw my aunts car.

"Why is she here?" I asked as Jenn rolled over.

I went downstairs to get some pop tarts for Jenn and I. 

"Hey, Auntie." I said with a smile.

"Hey, Hunny. I just came by for a visit."

"Cool." I said sounding a little off key. There was a lot of yelling a while ago for someone that just came for a visit.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could take me to the arena. I have some stuff in your dads office and in the back room that I need to grab. Your uncle lent him some tools a while ago too. I believe they are all over there."

"Sure," I said as my mom glared at me.

"You never take me to the arena." She beemed.

"You never ask." I said explained. "There's nothing there for you. You don't like skating and you hated dad being there."

My aunt looked at me in shock. Clearly she knows there is a lot more going on then I let on last night. The arena must of been what they were arguing about. Mom probably told her that her going to the arena wasn't going to happen. However, I didn't see what the big deal was. I know Auntie had stuff at the arena. There's a section in the storage that has her name on it.

"I just need to go get my keys, get dressed and get Jenn, okay?"

"Sounds good." My aunt said smiling at me.

Once I was dressed Jenn and I raced downstairs. We decided to take Jenns car and I was going to drive because Jenns head hurt too bad. My aunt was fine with it so we all rode together. Jenn already knew about the arena being mine, I told her last night. She was somewhat excited to see what it looked like inside. Me, I was dreading it. I hated being there knowing dad wouldn't be there anymore.

Half hour later we were out of there. My aunt loaded her stuff in her car and was gone. She had nothing else to say to my mother, obviously. She asked me if I thought about going to see her. The answer is no, I haven't I didn't let it cross my mind last night. 

I was standing in my driveway talking to Jenn when my phone beeped.

It was Dylan.

"Dylan: When were you planning to tell me you had a boyfriend."

"Me: I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't had one all my life actually."

Great. I thought. What did Drake tell Dylan last night?

Jenn and I talked for a few minutes about what Dylan asked. She seemed puzzled by it too.

"Why would Drake even say that? Are you sure Dylan wasn't making it up?"

"Cause it's Drake." I replied. It was as simple as that. The new Drake was going to be the death of me.

"Well, he's turning into a complete weirdo. Eventually no one is going to want to be around him. Just like no one wants to be around his brother." Jenn stated the obvious.

"True enough." Was all I could say.

"Well, i'm gonna go home, nap and shower. Give me a text later." 

"Okay." I said and headed inside as she drove off.

Once inside I felt sick. I had a headache myself and my stomach was feeling weird. 

"Maybe I should lay down too." I thought to myself. 

Hopefully this flu would pass soon.

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A/N: So I justed wanted to post a small chapter so I could tell you amazing readers something important. I know I could of made a new part just make an authors note, but I hate that. I will never do that in my book.

So basically what I wanted to tell you is that I will be busy the next few weeks. I have a lot going on. So just know I am not giving up, just updates may be slower. Please understand.

Also,  I am out of ideas for chapter titles, so Chapter Eight doesn't have one! Comment what you think the best title would be! The one I like most, will be the new title! :)