Chapter 12; Douchebags and Slutty Children.

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Keaton arrived home. His hair was messy like he had been running his hands through it a lot. I straightened when I saw him. I still wasn't sure whether I loved him or not... it was so unclear. His soft green eyes landed on me and my heart lurched. I loved him and it was so obvious... He sat next to me and gulped.

"Why did you run after him? Why?" He asked. I looked up at him. His soft green eyes and messy brown hair and the red lips, so soft, so kissable.

"I had to explain to him about us. I had to tell him that I loved some-one else!" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth I grimaced. Keaton's eyes widened.

"Love some-one else?" He asked. I breathed heavily and then stood.

"What are you on about? I didn't say anything!" I said, before rushing upstairs. I slowed when I got to Sophie's room. I pressed my ear to her door.

"Wow... you're... amazing!" She breathed, as if in pleasure. There was a manly murmur and I twitched. Luckily, the way she spoke made me know that she was just kissing, nothing else. I gulped before opening the door. She was on the bed, with a boy on top of her, kissing him intimately. Luckily, they were wearing clothes.

"OI DOUCHEBAG," I screamed, "GET OFF OF MY LITTLE SISTER!" The boy climbed off of her and stared at me. I gulped as my eyes met grey ones. But instead of emptiness, they were filled with such love.

"Gertrude!" He gasped. Sophie was out of breath and staring at me.

"Sheesh. Leave. Now and never return! Get away from my little sister you bastard!" I said, angry. He shoved his worn-out converse on and jumped out of the open window. Sophie was wearing a boob-tube showing her belly button, with black short shorts. "And you," I added, "get some propper clothes on that aren't as slutty you whore!" I stormed out of the room and opened my door, slamming it behind me. I was so angry... how could Sheesh do that? After today as well.... I collasped on my bed and began crying. There was a knock on the door and Keaton entered. He sat on my bed and stroked my arm.

"What was that about? I knew Sheesh was a bad guy!" I shot up and grabbed Keaton. I needed cheering up. Our lips crashed together and I dragged him on top of me...

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