The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|31: Your father is my dad's boss.

I was awakened by a knock on my door. Rolling from my bed, I got on my feet and opened to see who it was. I never know that tuesdays could suck like this.

"Amy, get ready for school. Someone's here to pick you up." my mother ordered with a smile plastered on her face. I wanted to know who's that someone. It might be Courtney, but my mom won't waste time going here, she'll send Courtney up straight to my room.

"Who?" I asked but she just smirk and left. So I did what's said and I took a bath. I put on a white shirt and black jeans. I let my hair dried naturally...well, obviously I don't use a hairdryer. It's time consuming and I only got thirty minutes left before leaving.

As soon as I walked on the hallway to the kitchen, I heard laughing voices. I was surprised to see mom and dad talking with a guy. His back facing me, but I think I already knew who this was.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, taking a seat beside him. Mom was busy cooking pancakes and bacon as dad sipped on his black coffee. This was the first morning in a hundred years I saw them smiling. The usual mornings consisted of mom cooking quietly, dad sipping his coffee while reading the newspaper, and me grabbing a toast, waving goodbye then leaving for school. What were they talking about that made my parents welcome and award him their rare smiles?

"Good morning." he greeted with a smile.

I grabbed a piece of pancake, chewing it fast. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him and he ran his hand on his blonde hair.

"He's taking you to school, honey?" mom turned on her back to give me a sweet smile.

I know that James and I spend a lot of time together when we were in freshman year, but he's not really close with my parents. "How did you know him?" I asked, drinking on a cup of coffee my mom poured earlier.

"Mr. Hype is my boss. He is James' father." Hype? I knew dad's boss was Hype. But what's it got to do with Brandon? I don't know.

I turned on my side to look at Brandon-who was also sipping his coffee, his eyes in the table. I wanna know what his thoughts were. "Hey." I murmured at him, which made him look and smile at me. "Care to explain?"

He bite his lower lip as he put the cup down. "My name is Brandon James Richmond Hype.So, meaning..."

"Your father is my dad's boss. Okay? I thought your surname was richmond..." he smiled sheepishly, and I stood from the seat. "We need to go."' Bye, mom. Bye, dad!"

I can feel Brandon trailed behind me. "Amy?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I slowed my feet down for him to catch up.

"I want to know what happened last night." I looked at him, frowning. I just can't believe he's being nosy. "No, I'm not being nosy. I'm just...well...I'm...I just want to know where you went, what you did?"

"God, yes you are being nosy." I opened the door to the front porch and Brandon closed it slowly. A blush formed on his cheeks. I resisted the urge to pinch it. He's so cute. I smiled at him and he returned the smile, two dimples showed on his cheeks, beside his mouth. I pinched his nose. "Wow, you're so cute when you blush." he flicked on my fingers.

"Okay, I'll tell you later. Where's Courtney by the way?" I asked him.

"I told her I'll pick you up. Millie and her were squealing, while Kate...what's wrong with her..it's like.she hates me or something." I shrugged, but I knew why the sqeauling, and glaring happened. I'm just too careful not to spill it.

As we walked to his black car, a silver thing caught my eye at the end of the street. I knew who it was already, and Brandon did too because he stared at it glaring the whole time until it arrived in front of us.

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"James." Jake spat as he walked closer, he looked so good in his black shirt.

"Jake." Brandon said with disgust. He really hot in his white shirt under his brown leather jacket. Wait. What's going on. I remembered the last time they were together. I don't want that to happen again. I moved in between them, put my hand on Brandon's chest, the other on Jake's.

"Stop, please..." I pleaded the both of them.

"What?" Brandon glared at me.

"Yeah, why are you stopping us?" Jake asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want you fighting again. Please, move away from each other." I said.

"No, this guy needs to be punched again pretty good on his pretty face." Brandon said, a scowl on his face. Oh, god. If they don't stop I might die because of heart attack at the age of eighteen.

"Oh, and you need to just suck this whole thing up, because...you suck." Jake said. Wow. They were both rude.

"Come on, you guys are pussies. I'll go to school myself."

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I took the bus to school since none of them give a shit of taking me to school, because they kept on throwing insults with each other. It was ridiculous.

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Courtney was already in her.locker when I arrived. "Hey!" She greeted. "I thought you were with Brandon?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, but when we were about to leave, Jake showed up. Then they kept on insulting each other so I left them."

"Phew, a bunch of dickheads." Courtney said, her face bored.

"So, what did you and Oliver talked about?"

"He's mad at me, Amy. He really thought I did that to him. But when I explained it, and I said sorry, he's chilled a little and I kissed him." She said examining her chipped fingernails.

"What? Why did you kissed him?" I asked her.

"Eh, I feel like it? And I want to kiss him, so I did, then I told him I like him." She said as if she'd never done something so embarrassing or maybe she's not embarrassed at all.

"So what did he say?" I asked her.

"He said, he'll make things right this time, whatever that means..." she combed her hair with her fingernails.

"I know what that means..." I said softly.

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