Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 21

Frankie stared at me. I looked down at my hands on my lap. I just spilled everything to Frankie and now wiping away my tears. Urgh, I'm such a sap.

"Ok, so let me get this straight. You and Wes hung out in the summer, coz he was staying with his cousin, who's your neighbour. And you guys got close.. Somehow. Then he started climbing up to your room through the window and even slept in your bed with you. After that he even kissed you. But now, he's acting like he doesn't know you." Frankie said as he pushed his dark glossy hair from his eyes.

"That's about right." I said with a sigh.

Frankie pulled me into a hug. I clung to him, trying not to cry anymore. I finally had to accept that me and Wes were never a thing. And I have to live my life as usual. I don't care anymore. At least I have Frankie. And dad's here for the time being. 

We hung out at Frankie's until almost dinner time. When I went home, Shelby was playing the doting mum, cooking dinner. It almost made me laugh. When Dad's on the road, I would be the one in the kitchen, cooking dinner after soccer practice and before I go to my part-time job in 7-eleven. But with Dad around, it's Stepford Wife all the way. I sighed and ran to my room. Layne was in her room, too, doing God knows what. I never knew if the Satan's spawn had any hobbies other than staring into the mirror.

Dinner was a treat. Shelby made lasagna. It wasn't bad, but nowhere near as good as mine. Only Dad and Shelby talked at the dinner table. I spoke only when Dad asked me questions. Layne hardly uttered a word and when she did, it was only to answer Dad's question while she just glared at her mum. I had a feeling Layne kinda liked Dad and hated her mum's guts. I don't know, probably because Dad always treated her nice and gave her an allowance like me when he's around. I've never seen Layne be rude with Dad. But she always lost her temper with Shelby and ignored me like I didn't exist. Whatever, as long as she never bothered me, I was ready to leave her alone.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. This weekend, Shelby and I are going to Boston to meet my client. We'll leave on Friday afternoon and come back on Sunday night. So, we want you girls to behave yourself. And to keep safe, alright? And the curfew stands. And no boys." Dad said and Shelby giggled annoyingly.  Layne snorted. I glanced at her.

"Well, no danger there." Layne said to herself and then took a drink of her water.  I frowned at her.

"What do you mean by that?" I demanded as I stared at her. She ignored me like she didn't hear me. I fumed. 

"Now girls, stop it. It's only for the weekend and we want you to be in your best behavior and take care of yourself." Shelby twittered, pretending to give a shit. Layne rolled her eyes and pretended to shove a finger down her throat and gag. I almost laugh but I stopped myself. 

After dinner, I went to my room and just lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had finished my homework at Frankie's, so my mind was free to obsess over Wes. Yeay me...

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The next morning, I went to school as usual and wade myself in the hallway with the rest of the kids. It was a very boring day. I saw Wes at lunch again, but of course he acted like I didn't exist. I didn't give a flying eff about Wes.  He can go to-

"Excuse me,  can I sit with you guys?" A very British voice spoke up suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up and saw the clearest hazel eyes on a human face before in my life. I stared and no words came out of my mouth. A brunette guy smiled expectantly at us. I was struck dumb.

"Sure, man." Frankie said, saving the situation. He smiled gratefully and sat beside Frankie. I continued to stare at him. 

"Thanks. Um, I'm Matt. Just transferred from Surrey, England." Matt explained in a very friendly manner. He was still smiling. And he had such pouty sexy lips. Like a cupid's bow. Pretty weird, but totally worked on him.