Corner Store Girl: Janoskians: Luke and Jai Brooks Fanfiction

Chapter 4: The Bet

Alex's POV

How did he know where my aunt lived?

"This is where we're staying." He said blankly as he set me down on the couch in my aunt's living room.

"No, this is my aunt's house."

"Do you mean Carol?"

"Aunt Carol is your family friend?"

"Yup, I guess so." He threw himself on the couch next to me, not phased.

"This is like my second home. I don't want strangers here."

"Too bad. Your aunt let us stay here. All wishes are granted for us to call this home, too."

"Who exactly is us?" I asked. Almost on cue, I heard four pairs of feet running down the steps.

"Luke? You home, bro?" Asked one of the guys as all of them walked into the room; with the way the family room is set up- three couches, one facing the huge flat screen against the wall opposite to the doorway and the other two facing each other on both sides of the T.V., making a square with a short table in the center mainly used for foot resting-, I had to turn around to see them, but I didn't. From behind my head, I could hear the boys starting to whistle and laugh mockingly. I tried to ignore them, but they walked around to the side of the couch I was facing; they were all eyeing me again.

"What do we have here?" Whistled one I hadn't heard speak yet. I wasn't looking at them, but the voice was unfamiliar.

"Please stop." Sighed Luke at my side.

"You know we don't bring our toys back home." Laughed another.

I would have just gotten up and left, but my ankle was killing me and I had no where to go. There was no way I was going to go home with just my mother there. I would die.

"She's a deaf one, ain't she?" I could see one crouch closer to me and yelled. "Hello! My name is James! Can you hear me?" I had to fight the urge of punching him in the face, and I guess they were all taking turns on things to say. There was just one left.

"I think she's kind of cute." This time I looked up and I saw it was Luke's twin. When we made eye contact, he quickly looked down to his shoes with red cheeks as the others, including Luke, eyed him questioningly. I couldn't help but give a small smile.

Luke cleared his throat. "Guys, this is Alex. If you guys would like to stop acting like seven year old pricks, you may join us, but if you can't handle the fact that she's a girl, you can go somewhere else." I was surprised at the few statements of shame he gave the boys, and when I glanced at their faces, it seemed as though they were too. Soon enough, the lot of them shrugged and took a seat. Luke's twin and the oldest-looking one squished onto the same couch as Luke and I- which, may I add, is meant for only three people-, and the other two placed themselves on the single couches next to the T.V.

After a couple of very awkward minutes, I broke the silence.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I blurt before robotically standing and walking out of the room, passing the entrance area, and stepping into the bathroom next to the kitchen. I shut the door behind me and sighed loudly. I turned to the mirror and smiled at the scratch on it, mentally recalling a memory I was very fond of.

I made it when I was 7. My aunt carried me so I could see myself, and I remember having a comb in my hand and trying to untangle my reflection's hair, but of course, I just ended up causing a noise that made my aunt and I wince along with the scratch. My aunt then put me down and told me if I should ever learn anything in life it was to never try to fix how you look before trying to fix the real you. The you no one could ever touch, and if anyone ever did, they'd just scratch the physical you which could cause damage to the real you. I was very confused about what she meant, but I got it now at 17. I wasn't currently living through this life moral, but it was still good to know before I would have to learn it a hard way.

My Aunt Carol was my best friend. My escape. Whenever my parents would fight too loudly or too busy to give me a thought for the day, I would just come here. She and I would spend days in our pajamas without taking a step outside; we'd do makeovers, bake, eat, and play games. This place was my safe haven.

I finally snapped out of my thoughts and looked at myself. Curly brown hair was sticking out in different areas outside of my high ponytail crazily and my glasses were crocked. I redid my ponytail and straightened the frame to the prescription glass.

I decided that if I got back any later, the guys would think I had some seriously spicy food today- that wouldn't exactly help my situation. I slowly approached the doorway to the living room and heard the guys were talking, and when I heard my name, I stopped to listen.

"The girl-"

"Alex." Corrected Luke; I could already identify his voice from outside of the room.

"Yeah, whatever. Did you earn the full fifty?"

I could heard Luke sigh and respond. "Nope, only five."

"Not even the blow job." One of the boys said disappointedly.

"Shut up. A bet's a bet, no matter how badly I win it. Pay up the five bucks."

I leaned my shoulder against the inside of the doorway to the living room, facing them, and crossed my arms. "Wow, not even the blow job." All of the boys turned to me guiltily. "Guess your skills aren't as great as you thought, huh, Lukey?" I huffed looking right at him and him to me. He seemed both shocked and hurt, but I couldn't care less. I turned on my heel and headed towards the door.