Love, lust, and hawiian pizza

Chapter 4

"Ahhhhh!" "Benji I will hurt you!" I promised raising a red spatula in the air before hurling it across the kitchen , missing Benji and denting the cupboard.

Uh oh...

"Mars is not pink kalli" he sighed. Who cares! "it is now" Jumping up to try and steal the pink food coloring from the stupid, tall, sexy, soccer player that I currently dislike. ugh!

I found the green cake mix and dumped it on Benji while I reached for the pink dye and quickly squirted it into the bowl of white cake mix.

"Kalli you just killed half of earth and ruined mars!" omg it's just a project who cares of mars is pink!?!

The next thing I know the lights are flickering on and off and a very pissed Dylan is standing in the doorway.

Now I'm in big trouble. "Benji started it!" I signed but he just shook his head and handed us each a bottle of cleaning spray signed NOW and walked out. Stupid Benji. I don't know why I chose to do my earth science project with him. 'Because he's cute' I thought.

Never. Again.

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An hour later we had the kitchen clean and all of the planets in the oven baking. Even boring orange Mars. We decided that for our stupid solar system project that we would make ours out of cake so that we would have a snack after class. Maybe not the smartest idea I've ever had...

We now all sat in Dylan's room watching 21 Jump Street. I stretched out on his bed with my head on his lap and my ankles on Carson's back with Sam on the floor in front of Carson and Benji in the desk chair. The boys are fun to hang out with but I do miss having girl friends. You know someone to talk to about girl stuff. And I am kind of over talking about sports and hot girls.

I look up at Dylan and can't help but wonder how on earth someone could be that gorgeous, why does he have to be my step brother? That could never work. Could it? I feel such a strong pull towards him, but I know that I shouldn't because in a few months we will be siblings and that's just wrong.

Dylan looks back down at me and smiles. "what?"

"Your cute" I tell him honestly and he laughs. He really is cute though.

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"Good morning Kalli" Ms. Simms my art teacher says and signs 'good morning' to Dylan as Dylan and I walk into her classroom and grab a stool at the front of the room.

"Good morning Ms. Simms" we both sign and she gives us a huge smile. Ms. Simms is the only teacher we really have who has found an interest in learning some signs to communicate with Dylan and he will never admit it but I think he actually enjoys their little conversations about art. I know for a fact that this is his favorite class because he really loves art. I sit next to him but he never really let's me in on what he's working on in his sketch book, which is kinda annoying but at least he doesn't hate this class like all of the others.

I start working on a new project I've been thinking about for the past few days, and even though I'm not very good at sculpting it's my favorite. I've been thinking about the world sitting in the palm of a hand for some reason. I've even been doodling it on everything and really just want to actually get started making it.

As I pull out the clay I hear two girls behind me talking about Dylan.

"He's so weird I mean don't they have hearing aids and stuff to fix that, he's got a disability so shouldn't he be in special classes?" this blonde chick said and I'm not really sure if she's being rude or just dumb enough to believe those things.

"Yea I know omg, and that friend of his is weird too, it doesn't even look like she knows what she's saying with her hands or whatever." Another girl said to the blonde one. That's it! how could they say things like that about Dylan?

"What the hell is your problem?! Being Deaf doesn't make him disabled or any different from everyone in this room! He is perfectly fine and is capable of doing anything you can!" I turned around and let everything I was thinking spill out. This isn't the first time I have heard people saying things about Dylan that were not true. "Oh wait except being a mindless slut" I added and walked back to my stool and leaned into Dylan. He must have seen something was going on with those girls and knew I was upset.

"I'm ok" "your ok" "its ok" he signed and squeezed my hand.

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Thanks for reading guys! Please like and comment your thoughts!! new chapter up soon :)

-Jay