Her Bad Boy Romeo

Chapter 2.

Yawning loudly, I rubbed my eyes as I tried to get rid of my sleepiness as I descended down the stairs, snuggling closer into my hoodie.

It was bloody freezing.

With another yawn I stumbled into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, looking for something to eat before school when Jackson walked in. Quickly I ran to the table and sat down and looked up at him with a big smile plastered onto my face. "Morning! Make me breakfast caveman."

He grunted and scratched his head. "Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning.

"Aren't I always? I'm also very hungry so if you could please move along and ma-"

"Alright, alright, you short people are so demanding." He spoke in his sleepy voice while getting the saucepan ready.

"I'm 5'8." I rolled my eyes, feeling a sense of déjà vu as I remembered last night.

Jackson began to work his magic into breakfast. He always had a natural talent with food, always wanted to become a big time chef after high school. However, because he had a huge temper, he would probably just be a younger version of Gordon Ramsay. I vividly remember that he made me cry because I had put in too much water into a bowl of noodles, noodles!

A plate of scrumptious food was placed in front of me and I didn't waste any time and began to dig in while he went and sat opposite of me with his food. Soon the only sounds being heard was the rain pelting down outside and cutlery clashing together while we were using it.

"Listen Ella, about last night. I'm sorry I went ape shit on you it's just that-"

"You enjoy embarrassing me?" I finished.

"Sometimes." He gave a cheeky smile. "Nah, I was just having a crap day, I'm sorry." He gave a small, guilty smile. I instantly melted, nothing made me more sappy than Jackson apologizing, I was the only person he would act like a normal human being with. I'd never once seen him show emotion while he with his gang 'friends'.

"It's okay." I smiled. "Only if you promise to make these pancakes again, god these are so good!" I told him while stuffing more into my mouth.

"They're the same pancakes I make every damn morning for you." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "Anyway, what's happening? Has anyone being bothering you lately?"

I stopped chewing, my eyes snapped towards Jackson and instantly my thoughts drifted towards the man last night. I felt like coming out and telling Jackson the truth about the infuriating giant but thought better of it, I'd be the one who would be in more trouble. I did kind of, sneak out and all.

"No." I shook my head and resumed eating.

Act casual.

"You sure?" Jackson raised his eyebrow at me.

I swallowed what felt like a huge lump in my throat and gave him the best reassuring smile I could muster. "I'm sure."

He seemed pleased with my answer and I internally sighed in relief. When I was finished eating I made my way upstairs, I let my natural, long chocolate brown hair flow down my back, changing into some skinny jeans and a warm knitted coat. The thought of school had me moping all the way down the stairs.

Jackson was waiting for me to get ready while watching some cartoons on TV, he was such a child.

"You ready?" He asked me as soon as I entered the room, he stood up and tucked his gun into the waist of his jeans. He didn't go anywhere without it.

"No." I groaned.

I always dreaded school, it was always the worst feeling knowing that I had no one there waiting for me, no friend to gossip with, to laugh with or to cry with. I used to be all sociable and friendly but of course, no one wanted to be acquainted with a gang member's sister. Nevertheless I wouldn't change my brother for the world, except for maybe a slice of my favourite cheesecake when I'm on my period but those are just trivial details.