Refusing to be Popular (previously "Addie")

CH. 2 - Hidden History

CH. 2 - Hidden History

My mom continues dragging me out of the living room where CeCe and Brandon sit. CeCe looks disgusted and Brandon is in shock- just like me.

What happened between CeCe and my mom?

"Addie, I never want you talking to either of those two- do you hear me? Cecelia is a devious user and her son is probably the same. DO NOT go into their house, do not befriend them, just avoid ALL contact!" My mom says before turning on her heel and rushing out of the room to the kitchen.

I wander back into the living room, where I see CeCe storming out of the living room and Brandon, hot damn. He's getting up off of the couch, and yawning while rolling his shoulders back, stretching both of his muscled arms straight up and then bringing his hands down to hold the back of his neck, with his elbows up in the air showing off his defined muscles.

He moves up his eyes directly from the ground to look up at me.

Uhm, can I just faint already?  

"Hey." I say, blushing, and breaking eye contact with Brandon.

"Hey Addie." Brandon says, giving me a wink before mussing with his hair, flipping his Yankees snapback back on, and sauntering out the door.

OH MY GOD could Brandon be any hotter?! How am I supposed to never talk to him or see him again, because of whatever bull my mom and CeCe had in the past?! This is SO unfair. UGH!

I walk over to the front door, close and lock it, gather my backpack and Vans and walk up my favorite side of the split staircase, the right side, and walk past 12 doors to get to my room.

I push open the door, set my backpack near my desk that my beloved Mac 27 inch desktop computer sits on, next to where various Cosmo, Vogue, and Seventeen magazines lay. I actually have an unreal amount of homework, but I'll leave it to do in like an hour.

I walk over to the two sliding glass doors that lead out onto a big balcony that overlooks the 3 surrounding mansions, including Brandon's. I look out at my backyard lake, our pool, our fountain and perfectly trimmed green grassy lawn. I've thrown so many great parties out there, not that I wanted to in the first place. That's all thanks to my "it-girls" who are notorious for planning and throwing the greatest parties. Maybe Brandon will come to one of them sometime.

And that's when I spot him- he's walking out of their back patio doors and heading to the pool - in a super tight T-shirt that reveals so many of his bulging muscles. Damn it that his property and pool are barely visible from my balcony, I'll have to get binoculars or something.

"Add?" My mom peaks through my bedroom door, using the nickname I've had since I was probably 3.

"Hey, dinner's ready." She says with a tired look in her eyes, "If you wanna come down and eat with me and dad, he says he has exciting news."

"Kay mom, I'll be down soon." I tell her with a smile, as she sighs and quietly shuts the elaborate golden door that is the entrance to my room.

I take a quick glance back out to where Brandon was, and I have to do a double take, because he's standing there, looking up at me, waving with complete arm movements back and forth. And oh my God, I can see his abs from this far away! Hot dayumm.

Back to how embarrassing that he's seen me up here, and he probably noticed me watching him earlier too. Shit. I wave a huge wave back at him, glad he can't see my tomato colored face from all the blood rushing to my face in embarrassment. Eff Eff Eff Eff. I turn around quickly, swaying my long blonde hair, and step back inside.

"Godddd!" I scream as I collapse into my 15 different pillows that decorate my gigantic bed. I sink into the super plush light pink down feather comforter, and just lay there for ten seconds. Most embarrassing day of my life, for sure.

I finally stand up, walk down the long hallway and down the right stairway. I leave the foyer and walk into the kitchen.

"She's a BITCH THAT'S WHY!" screams my mom, almost in tears. My dad sits there, emotionless, watching her outburst. After I clear my throat, they both look over at me.

My dad takes a deep breath, and says, "We're going over to the new neighbors' house for dinner tonight. And Miranda?" He looks at my mother with a serious face, "You are going to apologize and let the past go between you and Cecelia." She shakes her head and stays quiet.

"Addie?" My dad directs his stern attention over to me now.

"Timothy?" I joke back at my dad.

"Addie, you need to disregard anything your mom said about Cee earlier."

My mom shoots my dad a glare.

Questioning my dad, I say, "Dad, who's Cee? Did you know Cecelia-"

"He sure fuckin' did!" yells my mom as she storms out of the room.

My dad sighs, "Cecelia and I... Well... let's just say that we dated. I'll tell you later. And don't bring it up around your mother, you hear me?"

What?! They dated?! No wonder my mom's so pissed- Cece is gorgeous STILL - and she looks like a model. I'm even jealous of her.

"Yeah Dad, no problem..." I mumble.

"I'm going to gather your mother and we are going to head over to the Stillers' at 5:00, ok?" He walks out of the room in the direction my mom headed. I quickly check the time-

30 minutes to get ready for Brandon?

Yes sir.

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