Cecile's New School

How to Catch a Boy Pt. 2 (Wait, Boobs Didn't Work...?)

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Don't move, or you're dead." 

The rooster leaned into the light.  His sneer was as venomous as always.  Cecile felt a small chill of fear shimmy up her back with pointed nails. 

The rooster pointed at her.  "Don't move or you'll put mud everywhere.  I will seriously kill someone if I have to clean this place up for the fourth time.  I just cleaned every fu-"  "'Fuh-'?" 

An older woman stood behind the rooster dauntingly.  The rooster looked around to face his mother.  Cecile sidestepped so she could see  that there was a nice and clean house behind him. 

"Damn it..."  The rooster rolled his eyes.  His mother was a short, middle-aged firecracker with a full head of curly black hair.  To perturb her, the rooster would sometimes point out the grey in it, but he didn't feel like fighting with her again today.  They often butted heads because of their similar personalities. 

"That's right.  You better dam it, that loose mouth of yours."  She sneered as she changed his words around.  He matched her gaze evenly.  He didn't like to fight, but his mother knew how to push his buttons since they were so similar to her own. 

He crossed his arms.  "I was gunna say 'fuhloor'."  He excused.  His mother put her hand on her hip.  Cecile could see the tension between them.  Such an engaged family.

"Of course you were, son.  Since you weren't about to curse then I won't say, 'You better stop cursing in this house or you'll make your sisters grow up like you.'"  Mrs. the rooster's mom threatened.

She then turned to Cecile with a smile.  "Nice to meet you.  I'm Penny's mother, Mrs. Jules.  You must be Cecile, the one Penny said was staying the night.  Come right on in."  Cecile was about to step inside before she spotted little hands grip Mrs. Jules' pant leg.  A dirty face peered around the fabric. 

"Damn it?"  The little girl blinked.  Her mother, Mrs. Jules, bent down to her level.  "Don't say that Melissa.  Oh, you're all dirty again?"  She said calmly.  "I just cleaned!!"  The rooster screeched when he saw muddy footprints that were Melissa's size. 

Melissa giggled and threw her arms up into the air.  "Shit!  Crap!  Damn!  Hell!"  She ran away tittering with the rooster and their mom chasing her. 

"What are you guys doing?"  A deep grumble laughed.  An older man in an apron and glasses entered the hallway.  He was in the middle of removing the apron.  He looked to Cecile.  He was a bit surprised, but his smile quickly grew brighter.  "May I help you?"  He asked as he hung the apron over his arm. 

Cecile scratched the back of her arm.  "Um, I'm here to see Penny."  Cecile told him.  The man's eyes sparkled as he grabbed Cecile's hand.  He shook it vigorously.  "You're Penny's friend?  I'm so happy!  She's never had a friend over! 

"I'm Dylan Jules, her father.  My wife's name is Martha.  She's a bit rough so you'll have to excuse her.  We have four beautiful children together.  Tina, the baby; Melissa, she's four; Penny, as you know; and our only son R-" 

"Dad?  She's here?"  Penny appeared behind Mr. Jules.  She looked as unimpressed as ever. 

Mr. Jules looked at her happily.  "Yes, sir'ree Pumpkin."  He ruffled her hair.  She smiled under his hand.  She still had her recognizable earbuds in her ears. 

"Listening to the good ole Marshall Mathers?"  Her father laughed.  She nodded excitedly.  "Yes!  D12's My Band!"  She exclaimed.  "My favorite!"  He exclaimed before remembering Cecile.