The Badass Babe (On hold)

The Badass Babe - Chapter 2

"Uh huh! It's Iggy Iggs!

I got one more problem with you girl

One less, one less!

Aye. Problem"

Ariana Grande goes off with her whistle tone through my clock radio, ripping me out of my sleep. I groan, pressing the heels of my hands on my eyes. Well, at least I'm awake.

I push off the warm covers and hit the off button, rubbing my eyes tiredly. Stifling a yawn, I pad over to my window and pulls up my blinds to be blinded by sunshine.

Good ol' sunshine.

It's Sunday morning, and about nine am. I'm apparently the twins' ride to the mall, which is what they'd chosen to check out. To see if it's okay, and to look at cute boys; if I'm guessing right.

I scratch my neck, padding over to my closet. While I'm rifling through my t-shirts to find one to wear, sings Ariana her last "I got one less, one less problem" and the radio host tells the world that it's time for "that British redhead bloke Ed Sheeran's new single, Sing".

I shake my hips slightly in tact with the song, holding up a light blue plaid button down. Yeah, that'll do. Slinging the shirt on my arm, I fish up some camel chino shorts and a belt. I'm muttering the lyrics of the song as I get a pair of socks and gray boxers. Turning around, I poke my head through my door to see if somebody else is awake. Nobody's there, so I sprint through the hall to the bathroom and yank up the door.

"Hey! I'm still here!" Sammy Jo squeaks as I almost crash into her, with her mascara wand dangerously near my mouth. "Sorry" I mutter, pushing away Sammy's hand. She's still waving it around in the air, coppery eyes narrowed down in a grumpy frown.

"Y'know, if you'd knock on the door; you'll be able to know if people are in here or not. Just sayin', Jack. Just sayin'." Sammy huffs out, and twirls around to the mirror. She continues to put the black goo on her eyelashes, with her lipglossy mouth agape. I snort, staring at her dumbfounded grimace. Her eyes are wide open, and it seems like they almost are crossing inwards.

"Well," I dump my stuff on the floor and roll my shoulders, "excuse me then." My shoulders make a popping sound, and I groan in relief when the tense feeling disappear. I turn to once again look at my younger sister, and I snort when I see her hair. It's tousled, almost like a bird's nest.

"Lil' sis, you're rocking the bedhead" I snicker, and reach forward to mess her hair up even more. But before I even can lay a finger on her blonde hair, she turns around and stares at me menacingly. "Don't you fucking dare touch me, Jack Andrew Carter" She doesn't even stutter, her lip curled up in a sneer. I raise my eyebrows, pulling up my hands in the classic don't-kill-me-I-haven't-done-anything move. "Okay. Geez, relax; I won't do anythi- Ah! Ow!" and I'm down on the floor, with a crazy lunatic on my back.

"Where's my paaancaaakes!" Is howled right into my left ear, and I wince at the high decibel I'm getting. "Jackie! My paaaancaaakes! I want pancakes, pancakes, pancakes. Pancakes!" And the lunatic is off my back, thank god for tha- I groan, and the small sock-clad foot is once again finding its way on my side.

"Mya! Don't kick him!" Sammy Jo picks up the screaming six year old, ducking away from her small fists. I quickly stand up, and push away my -extremely dirty- hair from my eyes.

"Hey, bug, fucking stop!" I take Mya's fist and almost yank out the chunk of blonde hair she'd been able to tug at, "You, missy, gotta calm down" Sammy Jo wheeze out, shoving our sister into my naked chest. "I'm out" she tells me angrily and pats her hair down, stomping out of the bathroom. She's muttering sourly, with her eyes shooting daggers at the thrashing Mya in my arms.