Eric's P.O.V
There was just so much rebellion I could take from a sixteen year old and this was pretty much the last straw.
I watched in horror as my little sister applied yet another layer of lipstick making her look like the clown.
Makeup was the devils tool for deception.
How girls thought they looked pretty with it was beyond human comprehension and for once I was thankful for the ignorance.
"I thought I said you couldn't go"
"And I thought I told you to fuck off". She said adjusting her shorts.
See my kid sister thought it'd be a fun idea to go to the beach with her friends. Knowing Jessie it wasn't so much a 'hang out' but a make out session for her and her boyfriend.
"You can't go" I said more sternly. Of course that had only encouraged her stubbornness and determination as she walked past me and headed downstairs. "Jessica if you leave this house I'll lock your ass in the basement".
"Nice one. It almost sounded like you cared"
She was mocking me. I was frustrated and tired. Why couldn't she just shut up and pretend to listen and not be trouble.
When were girls never trouble? . My inner voice asked as I watched Jessie head out the house and into her friends car.
I really needed a break. They really didn't teach how to be a responsible role model now and days and that was the lesson I needed the most.
I walked into the kitchen and asked for an asprain for my migrane. After I took the pill I walked to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.
All I wanted right now was some sleep. Like I just needed to sleep for the next five hours without interruption.
But unfortunately the cruel world had other plans for me and I was forced out of my needs by the buzzing of my phone.
I will fucking murder you. I thought as I grabbed my phone and answered. There was long pause and I wondered if someone butt dialed me.
"Hey Ric baby!". A loud voice sounded from the other line. I pulled the phone away to protect my ears and my brain that had resumed it's pounding session. "Eric? You there?"
I gave a muffled reply and settled my head between the seat cushions. "What do you want?". I added bitterly but of course she didn't seem to acknowledge it.
"How about we hang out today?"
How about we don't . I just want to sleep because I am exhausted as hell and dealing with a lot. So yeah a five hour nap would be nice and so I wouldn't mind not seeing you until my issue was settled. goodbye.
See as chirpy as that conversation sounded I couldn't tell her that. Not because I was eager to hang out with her or whatever. I didn't want to tell a random chick my personal shit when even I didn't know my personal shit right now.
We agreed on where to meet and she hung up. While she was happy at the fact that we will be together, I was anything but happy.
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Teen FictionZoey Markrel only has one wish and thats to graduate high school then it's off to college. She's the quiet, quirky tough girl that no one messes with but little did they know that she wasn't always tough ****** Eric Blaize seems like a guy who has...