Can't Afford Mistakes.

Chapter Eighteen

Sadie.

I sit at Arabella's vanity, trying to figure out my makeup. I decide on waterproof eyeliner and mascara in case Jadon wants to go swimming. I quickly line my upper lash line, draw a small line jutting out from the corner of my eye, and fill in the rest of the wing. I do the same to my left eye, making each wing symmetrical. I apply two coats of my favorite mascara causing my lashes to become long and dark.

Once I'm satisfied with my makeup, I walk to Arabella's closet, looking for an outfit. A white, banned crop top with a deep v-neck and bell sleeves catches my eye. I quickly slip it over my undergarments and look for bottoms to wear. At first I pull on light boyfriend jeans, but I decide against them. I spot dark blue skinny jeans and slip them over my legs. I turn to the full length mirror at the end of the closet, turning a couple times to examine my outfit. I sigh as I peel myself out of the tight jeans, looking for other alternative.

My eyes land on a navy blue skirt with white patterns. I find a small belt to complete the outfit. I slid the skirt over my hips, and buckle the belt before I turn to the mirror. I admire myself for a minute, turning and twirling. I let my long brown hair out from the towel it's wrapped in, allowing it to cascade down my back and over my shoulders.

Back out in Arabella's room, I find the single pendant necklace my mother gave me on my third birthday, and gently clasp it around my my neck. I let out a sigh as the cool precious metal comes in contact with my chest. I look over my shoulder to Arabella's still sleeping figure; she snores softly as she pulls the blankets tighter around her small frame.

I walk out of her room and downstairs to the living room waiting for Jadon. I check the time on my phone and see it is only 12:17pm; 43 minutes until Jadon said he would be here. I switch on the T.V and decide to try to fit as much as many episodes of Baby Daddy I can.

As I'm watching Ben Wheeler sing to his daughter at her talent show rehearsal, the doorbell rings. I leap from my spit buried deep in the couch cushions, excited and nervous all at once. I pull down my skirt an inch and flip my hair behind my back before throwing open the French doors.

"Oh good, you're decent this time," Lucas says stepping past me as Brett snickers.

I stand in the doorway in shock at the boys' rudeness. I close the doors with a slam, storming off back into the living room. I sit back down into the groove where I was previously, watching Bonnie Wheeler belittle her son.

Lucas and Brett walk upstairs talking back and forth about god knows what before disappearing out of sight. I let out a breath of relief a second too early. The boy's loud music echoes throughout the house and the sound of running and weights being dropped comes from above me.

"You have got to be kidding me," I say to myself, turning up the T.V. volume. I burrow myself further into the couch as I try to focus on the show I'm watching. I around the room and see a broom tucked away on the corner. I cross the room, grabbing the broom, and stand on the coffee table.

"You idiots," I yell hitting the broom against the ceiling, "turn down the damn music!" I hot the broom on ceiling a few more times until I feel my phone vibrate. I set the broken down and unlock my phone to see Jadon has sent me a Snapchat. I smile as I see his name and wait for the Snap to load.

The video he sent me loads and my heart drops to my stomach. It's a video of me standing on the table hitting the roof. I turn around mortified to see Lucas, Brett, and Jadon standing in the entrance of the doorway. They double over, brushing our into laughter as my face turns a dark shade of crimson.

"The look in your eyes when you saw us was priceless," Brett says between laughs, tears in his eyes.

I walk over to Lucas and Brett and grab hold of both of their ears. "I'll be right back," I say sweetly to Jadon. I pull on the boys's ears as the cry out in pain. "What the hell are you guys trying to do," I ask bitterly.