Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 2: miracles on a motor bike

Chapter 2: miracles on a motor bike

I have been walking for so long, I can't even remember what street I'm in. I should have just gotten Sam to give me a ride home. I didn't notice how far away the party was, I have walked all night and I am still not home. We live on the other side of town, the middle class side. I put my hand to my head regretting the alcohol, I need freaking water. A silver Harley Davidson motor bike pulls up right next to me. A young man with a leather jacket and denim jeans hops off the bike and pulls up the seat compartment. He pulls out another black helmet and passes it to me. I shove it back in his hands and continue walking, a complete stranger thinks I'm just gonna hop on his bike and ride away, I don't think so.

" hey, wait. Look I'm sorry for the way I acted last night when we were back at the party,"

I whip my head back around to the guy with jet black hair and icy blue eyes that seep through my stubborn act. Sam.

"Sorry, I didn't realise it was you," I say, my comment leaking with sarcasm

"Hey come on, please. Look it's 1am and you look smashed, if I were you I would be begging on my knees for a handsome, beautiful, smart, guy to give me a ride home on his amazing motor bike,"

I take in what he says and notice, it's either forgive him and let him drive me home or walk home in even more trouble. I take time thinking about my options, and I know I only have one.

"You are forgiven for calling my sister the skank that she is,"

"Hey, you.." He starts to interrupt

" I can say it you can't," he raises his hands in surrender as I continue, " and may I please have a ride home, because you are a....great person?" I mutter the last bit hoping he didn't hear it but by the smirk on his face he heard every bit.

"Hmmm.......Maybe,"

"Maybe?"

"If.....you tell no one what I said to you last night when we walked. I have a reputation to keep up,"

"Oh, your one of those," I say

"One of what?"

"Nothing," I say smiling happily

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We ride all the way home with my arms wrapped around his stomach. I thank him for dropping me off and run to my bedroom door. I quickly slide open the glass door from the outside to my room. I jump into bed and get my missing zzzzz.

Right now I am so happy my snobby sister chose the upstairs room with the balcony so she could tan. Leaving me with the downstairs room with an outside entrance, I mean the perks are endless including leaving the house all night and coming back without anyone noticing.

A few hours later, I wake up to a knocking on my outside door. I groan pulling the covers over my head. I curiously peek to see who would wake me up at such unearthly hours, Layla. Why didn't I realise? She is mouthing something I can't make out. I would usually let her in after a great sleep. But this Thalia is too tired and annoyed with her sister to be nice, she needs to learn her lesson. The second she gives up, she will walk through the front door and be grounded for months, like its gonna stop her though. Especially if she doesn't understand the words trust, love, honesty and family.

I hate her with all my guts, I thought she would at least pick me up after texting her, and it shows on my phone she had read it. But obviously couldn't care less. Bitch.

I close my eyes blocking out the pounding on my door. She can either stay out there or walk through the front door. The pounding gets louder and I snuggle tighter to my knees hoping she will go away.

My mum walks in my room and pulls the covers off my bed, luckily a changed into my PJs when I came home and shoved my clothes in the secret hatch. She has a puzzled look on her face.

" what is all the racket about?" She yells

I yawn an roll over pointing out the window, mums head shoots up and sees a hungover Layla standing at the glass with high heel stilettos in one hand and the other on her hip. She wobbles a bit shaking in the cold. She is still wearing her leopard print lingerie and the ripped remains of her mini skirt showing of her leopard print g-string. She has hickeys all over her chest and neck. She honestly looks like my Aunt Rita after her second wedding.

" Layla Georgina Marvolious! Get your slutty ass in here now!" I turn quite shocked as to what my mother said, but as I crane my neck I see Andrew was the one who had spoken.

She pulls an ugly face at him and walks straight into the kitchen dumping her shoes on the chair next to her. I am standing behind the bench getting myself a very much needed glass of water. Andrews face has turned a deep shade of red, he's starting to look like a lolly pop.

Andrew puts his hands to his head and sighs deeply,

"What did I ever do to deserve you!" he yells directly at Layla "your sister has studied her whole way through high school. Sometimes we have arguments about things but she does so well," he points to me, Layla hates it when he makes it out like I'm some sort of innocent princess, and at the moment so do I.

"And all you ever do is make me worried sick! what did you do all night?" He asks half yelling, half choking

"Oh darling I think that's obvious, look at her, she's just a teenager,"

"All I see is a baby prostitute," he snarks and storms back into his office.

Layla turns to me and mum,

"Why didn't you stand up for me?" She yells

"No Layla the real question is why should I?" I walk over to the pantry to collect my favourite breakfast cereal.

Tears spring in my sisters eyes as she storms off. Layla and our real dad had an unbreakable bond. They were each others best friend, dad never did leave me out but they always seemed so much closer. I always used that as the excuse for her to act the way she does but now I don't know what to believe anymore. Any sign of the old Layla was buried when our father was, and that was a long time ago.

-----------------------Authors------Note--

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Photo of Layla (Played by Jennette McCurdy)

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