“Dad why are you doing this to me?” When dad suggested to Mr. Carter that I give Jake a ride to school each day since Jake's license got suspended, I hoped he was joking, unlucky for me, he wasn’t.
I don’t know how I’m going to manage being in the same car as him everyday, his attitude is repulsive, but his body, his face, his muscles… there all enough to make me crash the car! I can’t, and won’t let myself fall for him, it’s what’s on the inside that counts, which means Jake is well out of my options!
“Think of it as friendly bonding, I know you two got off on the wrong foot, but get to know him! You might be surprised how much you have in common!” There is not one thing we could possible have in common, that’s for sure.
The smell of bacon and eggs fills the kitchen and makes my mouth water. I grab a plate, and dish up my food before Alex, my little brother comes down.
Alex is youngest of the family, his 10, but with his lack of height and intelligence, he could definitely pass for a 6 year old on my opinion. His totally un-tuned to the real world, he walks around in purple track pants, and a shirt with a picture of a dinosaur on a slide when he goes out. It’s honestly embarrassing being seen with him. But I love him regardless, his my baby brother, and I’d take a bullet for him any day.
“Alex mate, breakfast time!” Foot steps race down the stair and charge into the kitchen.
“Can my troops eat breakfast with me daddy?” Alex enquires holding a bunch of small green army figurines.
“I suppose, as long as the army men like bacon and eggs!” my dad says, playing along with his game.
While Alex and his “troops” make an effort to help pick up bacon and put it on his plate, I stuff my face as fast as I can, so I have time to compose myself, before the car drive from hell begins.
Once I’m done, I go back upstairs to my room, and begin the delicate process of applying my make-up and straightening my hair. I have this thing, where I can’t physically leave the house without looking my best, I know I sounds like a stuck up princess, but in this day and age, people judge you firstly by looks, and if I want to have any chance of getting a boy friend before the end of high school, looking my best is not an option.
Now’s also probably a good time to bring up my anxiety issues, every since I was little, my nerves have been as un-stable as a bolder hanging of the edge of a cliff, they play up all the time for the stupidest reasons, even when I’m sitting on a bus! It’s pathetic really, but I can’t help it. Sometimes, when I’m really nervous, I stutter, I can’t make out the words no matter how hard I try. But most of the time I just freeze, un able to move or speak, I feel like thousands of little butterflies are flapping around in my stomach, sort of like how you feel before a big race or a game, but worse. I suppose it’s another reason I don’t leave the house with out looking my best, the fear of being judged triggers off the anxiety sometimes.
8.25am…shit, I’m late! I bolt down the stair, only to be confronted by Jake standing at the door shaking his head.
“Hunny, don’t tell me you’re running late!”
“Shut up and get to the car” I say whilst walking straight past him and out the door towards my car.
“Wow, calm down princess! Wait, this is your car? A jaguar convertible! Lucky girl…”
Okay I’ll admit, I was born into quite a wealthy family, my inside I’m just the same as everyone else.
“Just get in and stop talking. The less we talk the less painful this whole ordeal will be…” I demand pushing my keys into the ignition to start the car.
