My Kind Of Family

Chapter 5| Drama Freaks And Head Bashers ✔

I always had a knack for making things awkward every time I opened my mouth in front of people I didn't know. I never really deemed that as a big problem for me because either those people were too intimidated by me to care or that I always had Kaylee by my side who always knew how to get us out of those crazy awkward situations.
For instance the day in freshman year I not so accidentally told Keith Erick, son of designer extraordinaire Dwayne Erick and photographer Donna Erick that I had a gigantic crush on him at his parents' gala in front of who I found out later was his boyfriend.
Needless to say,Kaylee and my parents have been making fun of me about that to this day.
How Kaylee got me out of that sticky situation you may ask,we'll, it involved a fake backstory consisting of shots and a fifty dollar bet on the couple's reaction.
All in all, that fateful night I gained fifty dollars which Kaylee forgot to take back and two gay best friends.

Now with no Kaylee in this awkwardly intense situation in the at the town fair, I was at a loss of things to do.
Derrick and Jake were now in a stare down competition each daring the other to be the one who looked away first. Lina was fidgeting while looking at Derrick with a weird expression on her face.
The girl in the pregnant costume (I was just assuming it was a costume, I wasn't really sure) was glaring daggers at Lina. Weird!
Derrick broke his gaze first before saying, "Bella, what the heck are you doing with this pair of delinquents?"
Lina is the one who appeared to have taken more aback by the blow. Jake scoffed before exclaiming, "Yeah! As if we're going to take an insult by a perverted drama freak... " his lingering over at the girl by Derrick's side before adding, ".. and his tramp of a girlfriend."
Derrick snarled and 'his tramp of a girlfriend' gasped dramatically.
Lina smirked before her gaze landed on her protruding belly, "What, your little experiment on the anatomy of teenage boys finally paid off?"
She emitted a snarl. And just as she opened her mouth to say something mean, I guess,Derrick took a step towards Lina putting the girl in his arms in a protective stance, "Back of Lina!"
Lina took a daring step forward anger radiating from her body her gaze landing on Derrick . "What, seeing girls hurting isn't your cup of tea anymore? Or is it when you're the one inflicting the pain that really gets you going."
Derrick looked a little taken aback before regaining the look of anger on his and growled, "You little piece of-"
Jake cut him of by pushing Lina out of the way," PIECE OF WHAT? Say it, I dare you to finish that sentence, I DARE YOU! "
Derrick opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by his girlfriend," Derrick let's go before this head basher decides to turn this into a practice session for his vulgar sport. "
Lina, now at Jake's side, scoffed at this," That 'vulgar sport' is called football Rachel, F.O.O.T.B.A.L.L, " she said, spelling out the letters as if she was talking to a child.
Jake chuckled ," As in one of the biggest sports in the country, not as much could be said about your little excuse of a drama club. "

That was it, the last of my restrains broke and I exploded into fits of laughter. I wiped tears from my eyes and I looked at me as if I was the crazy one in this situation. Only the twins looked like they were amused.

Derrick looked beyond pissed before grabbing my arm a little bit too forcefully but I was too busy laughing to put up a fight before dragging me away from the twins. I noticed his little clique were a little way ahead including his girlfriend, Rachel.

I snatched my arm away from him in anger and turned around to find the twins looking at us. I smiled and waved at them a little too enthusiastically. I made out they smiles as they waved matching my enthusiasm.

With a chuckle, I turned around and realizing that Derrick was quickly widening the gap between us, I jogged a bit to get to him.

I silently hoped that wasn't the last time I would see the deranged twins.

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"OMG! Marie and Bill Haman are really your parents! "

" Wow! "

" That's so awesome!"

"Really! "

" How?"

That last one made me roll my eyes. I internally groaned and resisted the urge to hit my head continually on the table in front of me until the screeching from both sides of me seized.
I know what your thinking, why the hell would I tell them about my status as a Haman if I hated this. But that's the point, I didn't!
Oh you probably wondering where I am, well after Derrick rudely interrupted our talk with the Richards twins, he had declared that our next stop would be at a little makeshift fast food restaurant under a tent. We were seated at a table not to far away from the tent. It had been at the beginning of the meal that Derrick had not so subtly hinted at my last name and my status. The prick!!

Now as the three girls at each side of me squealed in delight asking me ridiculous questions like whether it was true that to live in Rockenville your networth needed to be at least 50 million, whether I had ever met the guy and most disturbing of all, whether it was true that I had lost my virginity to teenage heartthrob and famous singer Austin Jeter . Really, you date a guy one summer and that's what happens. We only made out like a few times, nothing more I swear. But the thing that started the stupid rumor was picture of us kissing taken at the holiday house he had been staying at last summer. I didn't hear the end of it especially from my parents since I was still fifteen at the time. I took a whole lot of tears from me and a doctor's appointment to convince them. For the tabloids, that took a whole lot of money and threatening from Austin's publicist. After that, I pretty much never saw him again. So much for a summer fling.
I answered all their questions with a slight nod or shake of my head. I stared at a smug Derrick who directly opposite from me. I jabbed my fries with a little too much force imagining it is his head on my plate. He shrugs before falling back into conversation with the rest of the guys.
I barely survived my conversation with Rachel and the other two girls who I later learned their names. The one in a catwoman suit was Melinda and the one in a prison suit was Kristin.
I plastered a fake smile the whole time they asked me questions about my old life and as I answered every question with little detail, I felt my heart break and the small voice at the back of my head confirmed what I didn't want to accept.

'you're old life is gone, you're never getting it back. This is your new home'

And I bit back a sob.

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After the meal, I had told Derrick to call me a cab. He had tried to insist that stay but I was adamant and when he saw that it was sadness that causing me to want to go home, had offered to drive. I had refused, seeing how his friends were already nagging him to get a move on. Again I had won this argument and he had excused himself from his friends and told them that he would catch up with them before he led me through the entrance and out of the town fair calling an Uber on the way.
Around me, people were all laughing and having fun with their friends and family. My heart ached for that sense of belonging. It felt like it had been years since I had felt like that, while in reality, it had been only a few weeks.

We had to wait for a few minutes for the cab to arrive, Derrick gave the driver my address and, contrary to my argument, some money.
"Be safe! " he said and walked away.
The drive was a quiet and moderately short one.
Once I got to the gate, I stood at the little walk in entrance. I pushed my key into the little safe-like compartment to the left of the gate instead of using the buzzer since, since I knew nobody was home. I opened the door to the compartment revealing a a small screen where I placed my thumb. I took a while before it lit up green in recognition and the gate allowing me to walk through but not before I had locked the compartment again.
I walked through the gate and it locked itself behind me. I walked to the front door and used my key to get in.
I went straight into my room and carried on my normal routine of crying myself to sleep, this time not because of losing Kaylee, but because in the process I had lost one of the biggest part of me that I could never get back, my sense of belonging.

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