You want me to do what now?! Chapter 1
Great, just great. I thought to myself, flipping my phone shut with excessive force and shoving it into my pocket. My older brother, Ryan had "totally forgot" that he was meant to pick me up after school, again. He had agreed to give a girl in one of his classes a "ride home" which I am sure she will be extremely thankful and just HAVE to find a way to repay him, again. And all of this meant that I would have to walk in the pouring rain for half an hour, again. As you might have guessed my brother is something of a ladies' man and I had absolutely no problem with that... except for when he bailed and "forgot" to pick me up after school. If only this was America, then I would be driving around by now but oh no, we were in crappy old England where I had to wait a whole two more years until I was eighteen. I would get the bus but I had no money due to the fact that I EXPECTED MY STUPID BAFFOON OF A BROTHER TO PICK ME UP!!!!
I sighed quietly to myself and started trudging out of the tall, rusty school gates and down the dreary street that lay beyond. I had only been walking for ten minutes and my clothes were already drenched through and were clinging to my skin, my hair was plastered to my head, sending small rivers of water cascading down my face, making sure that I blinked uncontrollably. Then I realised something, to top it all off, my messenger style school bag wasn't water proof and that could only mean.... oh hell to the no I was going to have to blow dry my school books. I groaned internally and made a note to myself to kill Ryan when I got home. I carried on walking now walking slightly faster due to my annoyance at my brother when I got a tingly feeling over my skin.
You know that feeling you get when you're not alone, when there's someone else near you... when you're being watched. I picked up my pace a little bit but now I was hyper-aware of my surroundings; I was scanning the streets as I walked and straining my ears although it was pointless because all that I could hear was the rain pelting the pavement. But then I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and all those self-defence moves that my dad had taught me when I was younger popped into my head, I thought I'd never have to use them. I spun around and brought my knee up hard into his family jewels then instantly followed that up with a punch to the gut which brought him to the floor. I was tensed, ready for the attacker to spring back up and attack me again but he didn't. I was confused so I looked down at him with a confused expression on my face. Let me tell you, my attacker was HOT!!! He had hair that was such a dark brown that it looked almost black, his skin had a slight tan that suggested he had been on holiday a while ago, his eyes were a foggy grey colour and at the moment were narrowed into slits at me and although he was curled up in a ball I could tell that he was about six foot and had a six, or hell, maybe an eight pack. His features were strong, with a straight nose and high cheekbones. But despite all of this he had been watching me and taken me by surprise so I looked him straight in the eye and gave him a hard kick in the stomach to make sure he wouldn't run after me.
"Bastard." I growled at him and took off, pushing my legs as fast as they would go.
When I finally reached home I slammed the door shut, locked it and pressed my back to it, panting. I saw my brother walk out into the hallway with a self-satisfied smirk on his face and a glass of apple juice in his hand but at the moment I couldn't summon up the annoyance that I'd had before because I was still in the throes of panic. Ryan took one look at me and burst out laughing.
"You... look like... a drowned... cat!" He gasped out in between fits of laughter while he leaned against the wall for support.
"Glad you find yourself so amusing you moron." My voice whipped out harsher than I'd intended so I took in a deep breath and released it shakily as my mam had always told me to do. Yes, my mam was into all of that hippy-dippy stuff, with healing crystals and meditation.
"Whoa, Evangeline what's wrong? I'm sorry for bailing and all but you don't need to overreact, I mean-
" I cut him off before he could go any further.
"It's not that." I explained what had happened to him and his eyes just kept on getting wider and wider as I told him. When I'd finished he just stared at me. "Well, I'm just gonna go dry off ok." I said to him while heading towards the stairs. He just nodded to me silently and looked deep in thought which, in my opinion is pretty funny because my brother never thinks but there you go. I ran up the stairs and burst into my bedroom. My bedroom is my favourite place in the world because although my mam wouldn't let me have it black or blue it was a dark purple and had photos of my friends and family and also posters stuck all over the walls. I had my double bed in the corner and the floor was covered in laundry, dirty and clean, and the shelves were stacked with books. There were ornaments and souvenirs scattered all around from when I went through my gothic phase and past holidays, all mixed in with various moisturisers, perfumes and deodorants. The overall affect was messy but cosy, just how I liked it and just how my mam hated it. My mam had OCD issues in my opinion although she denied profusely and liked everything in its place, in order of size which if you asked me doesn't fit in with her hippy thing that she's got going on.
I was lazing around on my bed with my eyes closed and head phones in with All Time Low Stella blasting into my ears and favourite over-sized shirt on, singing quietly along.
"2pm on my feet and staggering, through misplaced words and a sinking feeling, I got carried away, sick-" I was rudely interrupted by someone, roughly shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find my mother staring down at me.
"Evangeline, what do you think you're doing sat up in your room?" She asked sounding antsy. I opened my mouth to ask her what she thought she was doing in my room but before I could say anything she cut me off. " It doesn't matter just get ready and put something decent on." I gave her a confused look. "You know, something colourful might work." I just cocked my eyebrow at her back as left my room. When my mam says bright colours she means something that my older sister, Kate would wear; anything bright pink, slutty, skimpy or tight. Hell will freeze over before I start dressing like her. I walked over to my wardrobe and picked out my black skinny jeans, off the shoulder black top that said MISFIT across it in red letters. After hunting around under my bed I found my black ankle high-top converses and tugged them on, tying the laces and tucking them behind the tongue of my trainers. I walked over to the mirror on my bedroom wall and outlined my blue/green/grey eyes in black eyeliner and covered my eyelashes in lengthening mascara. I slicked some clear lip gloss over my lips and decided to leave my dark brown hair messy as it didn't look that bad then moved onto pulling faces in the mirror, then a confused look came onto my face. My mam never asked me to get ready once I was in my PJ's, it's just the way things were.
With that I trotted down the stairs, muttering to myself as I went. I strolled into the living room and catalogued everyone who was in there. My dad was sat on the black faux leather sofa, holding hands with my mother who looked slightly anxious and was staring into space. Next to them was my brother who looked outright angry, his denim blue eyes ablaze and he was clenching and unclenching his fists and then next to him was my sister, looking slutty as was normal. Her platinum blonde hair was tied back in a high pony-tail, she was wearing heaps of make-up, a short skirt that could pass for a belt, a tight strapless top and strappy heels. Do you want guess what colour it all was... pink!!! She was batting her, perfectly applied, false eyelashes at someone who was sat across from her and I shifted my gaze to whoever it was... and froze. Our eyes met at the same time.
"You!" we both shouted
