The Perfect Accident

Chapter 3 'the grill'

4:30 my clock said. And after what felt like hours it slowly changed to 4:31. i had come home today after an excruciating never ending day wanting to have a nice long bath then go to bed. instead i came home had a quick shower then put on a pair of jeans and a baggy paramore t-shirt then finishing it off with a black beanie. nothing special but all i was going to do was hang out with three of the most popular boys in my school. after thinking of it that way i took off my shirt and changed into a tank top and threw a crop top over it then did a quick look over my self and grinned then grabbed my phone -which now had a different pass code- and threw on some flats and ran out the door leaving a note for my mom letting her know i went to the nearby bookstore to help out. My mom wouldn't question it i was always at the bookstore either helping out or buying books.

checking my watch now it read 5 to 5.

perfect

Jake only lived a few houses down so i would be right on time. tasting something salty and hot i reached up and put a finger to my lip. blood. yep, i was nervous, i always chewed on the right corner of my bottom lip when i was nervous and boy was i ever.

'ding ding ding ding...' Jake's doorbell sang as i waited on their very fancy outside marble landing. sure we lived on the same road, but that didn't mean i lived in beautiful house. And don't get me wrong, my house was nice but my road was separated between nice houses and fancy houses. see at the top of road are my kind of houses but then towards the middle of my street all the houses morph into big and elegant fancy houses for supreme rich people. my family isn't poor or anything, hell we aren't even average, but we sure as frick aren't rich, i'd say we are doing alright though. But it didn't matter whether i was poor or rich, as long as i had good health, a place to sleep, and my family, i was fine.

"oh hello!" said a young beautiful woman after the door swung open.

"uh.. hi is this the Anderson house?" i asked

"yes it is, may i help you?"

"um yes, see your son Jake invited me invited me over...and he wouldn't really let me say no...so here i am" i said sheepishly hoping i didn't sound to rude.

"oh! okay I'm so sorry! come on in!" she grinned and pulled the door open wider so i could walk in "i just assumed you were another one of those...body confident dirty girls he often has over, but after you said you didn't want to be here, well i understand! you guys were probably partnered up for some project, were you?" she smiled and pulled her blonde bob into a short ponytail behind her head.

"ya...something like that" i said wishing that Jake would hurry up and rescue me.

"okay well Jake actually is out right now" she said as if reading my thoughts "but he will be back soon so feel free to make yourself at home" Then the phone rang and she disappeared down the hall.

great.

sighing I walked in and originally I was just planning on waiting by door for Jake but something caught my eye.

"Is that... Jake?!" I yell whispered looking at a younger version of Jake. then looking around I noticed many more framed photos hanging all over the wall. many with Jake but some without. There were lots of pictures, some with Mrs Anderson and what I guessing was Mr Anderson. Looking at Mr Anderson i could definitely see where Jake got his looks. They both had the same hair and the same olive tan skin. anyone with eyes could tell this man was for sure Jake's father. There were also pictures of two little kids. They both had thier mom's looks the boy looking older then the girl. But the pictures that stood out the most where the ones of Jake. there where many of them some of him with the little kids goofing off and laughing. Some family photos and some by himself. but what was most weird had got to be that all the pictures of him ended when he seemed to be around 12. The most recent picture he seemed angry and embarrassed. I guess that's when he stopped being the happy self and started being the bad boy player.