Breaking the Bad Boy

Chapter 3

I sat in bed. I didn't want to go to school today, especially after yesterday.

I'll just tell mom that I'm sick.

I get up slowly and walk over to my mirror.

I sigh as I stare at myself and I try to make myself look as sick as I possibly can. I end up giving up and walk downstairs, making sure to go slow and steady, so it really makes my claim more believable. I step down the last stair and walk into the living room.

My mom was in the kitchen and I slowly walk towards her. She looks up, and frowns when she sees my "pitiful" face. She walks around the counter and starts getting closer to me. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't feel well." I tried to sound as sick as possible but you could tell it was fake.

She put a hand on my forehead and sighed. "Your head isn't hot. I wonder if you're catching what your sister has. She's going to the doctor today. I can call and make you an appointment if you want."

She smiled at me slightly. My heart started to pace harder because she mentioned the doctor. I couldn't go to the doctor, then they will reveal the truth. I frown slightly. "No thanks, it's just a cold." I waited for her reaction. She sighed and she looked down for a few seconds.

"Alright. You can stay home, but I expect that you stay in bed all day, I have to go to work at 8:30 but I will check up on you at noon." She turned around and started to cook breakfast.

I sat at the bar stool that was next to the island that my mom was cooking on. "Who's going to take Makayla to the doctor if you have to work today?" I asked.

I hope she wasn't planning on my taking her. I just wanted to be lazy today. Mom continued to chop up vegetables and put them in a pan to sauté them.

"Your father will have to take her." She looked up and smiled a small smile.

She means my step dad, but I refer to him as my "real" dad since my biological father left me when I was two. I have no idea why he left, but we choose not to talk about it.

Josh, my stepfather, is a wonderful dad and he has been there for my family since the beginning. "But doesn't dad have to work today?"

It's a Tuesday, and he always works Monday through Friday, 5:00 am to 4:00 pm.  Mom was now in front of the stove adding eggs to the sautéed veggies.

"Yes, he does, but he is getting off work early to take her. Make sure your sister is ready by noon. She needs to be fully showered, dressed, and ready to leave the minute the clock strikes 12. Can I count on you to do that? Or do I need to stay home today?"

She didn't turn to look at me the whole time she was talking until the end, when she gave me a stern look. I just nodded my head slowly. "Yes mom. I will make sure she is fully ready."

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My mom's Honda slowly disappeared down our street. I smiled and sighed in relief. I had told my mom I had an upset stomach so I didn't eat anything while she was here . I've been up for 3 hours and I'm starving.

I go in the kitchen to find my sister pigging out with the pan in front of her munching away. I smirk and cross my arms. "What happened to your upset stomach?".

She jumped up and turned to look at me. She had a panicked expression on her face. "Oh, what are you doing home?" She asked, ignoring my question. "I think I caught that terrible illness that you have." I said sarcastically.

She glared and sat the pan down on the island. "Mhm." She continued to glare at me. "You're not sick." She smirked.

"And neither are you. So I guess we call it draws"

Draws is when my sister and I both have dirt on each other, so we chose not to say anything at all about the situation. She sighs with defeat. "Draws then." She mumbled. I shrugged and looked at the empty pan. My stomach grumbled.

"Ugh. I'm going to go get some food from McDonald's. I don't feel like cooking.". I went upstairs to go get ready, my sister following me.

"Oh! Can I go?! Please! I promise I will be good!" She begged.

"You just ate!"  I closed my door, but I forgot to lock it so Makayla just came right on in. I grabbed some sweat pants and a t-shirt and threw them on while my sister continued to talk.

"Mom won't let me eat anything but two meals a day. She said that since I have a upset stomach, I need to not eat as much. Please let me go! I only ate the oatmeal mom made yesterday morning. I'm starving!" She begged and I gave up.

"Fine. You can go, but you have to promise you'll behave."

I was waiting for her to leave so I could get changed. "I'm not a little kid, I'm only two years younger than you!" She whined.

"Yeah, but you act like a five year old. So go get ready. I'm leaving in ten minutes, with or without you." I quickly pushed her out and slammed my door shut.

I got dressed quickly and ran out the door. My sister was already in the car. I jumped in and I started the car, pulling out of the drive way and onto the deserted streets.

The McDonald's sign slowly started to appear over the horizon. It's good we live close by. I pulled into an empty parking space and the hunger really began to take over. I gave my sister $10 to buy anything she wants. I ended up just waiting for her to order first before I ordered mine.

My sister went up in line and I went to the bathroom first. I came up and got in line to see that my sister was up in line ready to order her food. She looked at me, a nervous expression covered her face.

If there was anything I knew about my sister, is that she hates to order food by herself. I walked over and I started to ask her what she wanted. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone familiar.

After a few seconds, I glanced over to see who it was.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I thought to myself.