Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Nine

My jaw dropped as my bratty cousin walked in. I looked over at Marah, who was also in shock. I pushed him to the other side of the kitchen, where there was a path that led him to the stairs, which in turn led to my room.

I frantically whispered, "Up the stairs, to my room, quick and quiet!"

He nodded and dashed off. Literally 5 seconds later, Aleisha walked into the kitchen, a look of disgust on her face as she hooked a thumb towards the living room.

"What the h*ll is he doing at your house?"

Before I could answer, she said, "I mean, I know your mom lets you in, but, as much as it pains me to say, you actually have more class than him."

I snorted, replying haughtily, "Listen, trash, get you're head out of your *ss, its not a hat. Your brother loves you, can you understand that? Just because your mom fawns over you doesn't mean you can act like the queen of the world."

Her mouth was open in shock. For about thirty seconds she was silent, until she curled her lip and said, "Shut up, fag."

I choked on air, then began to laugh. "Literally? How old are you, three? Is that the extent of your knowledge? Wow, I'm sorry to say, but the size of your vocabulary is honestly pitiful."

If looks could kill... Hah, I'd still be alive with a third degree burn with the look she was giving me.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, only to once again close it.

I shook my head in mock pity. "See, you're so used to sucking d*ck that your jaw just can't stay shut."

"Hello, children! Oh, hey Mark, its been a while!" My mom chirped while she walked into the house. Aunt Marcia grunted but gave a sucky looking fake smile as she looked at her least favorite son.

Mark gave my mom a smile, but curled his lip in disgust at Aunt Marcia. When Marcia and my mom walked past him, Mark made direct eye contact with me, and, while James watched him, he brought his loose fist to his pelvic region and then pumped it back and forth repeatedly, making a face, mocking Marcia. I snorted and James covered his mouth as he laughed silently.

Mom wrapped her arms around me, nearing my ear as she whispered, "Never ever leave me alone with them again." She pulled back, then looked at my collar bone, arching an eyebrow. "That didn't come from Mark, right? Because that'd be kind of... Illegal."

I frowned. "Ma'am?"

She pulled the magnetic mirror off of the fridge and handed it to me, and I kept frowning until I gasped, lifting a hand to my neck as I blinked.

It was a hickey.

"Marah..." I muttered, sending a very rude look to the ceiling.

I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and I sighed, looking at my mom. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

She chuckled. "Anything happen last night? As long as it didn't involve you losing you virginity, or drugs. Oh, and alcohol." She winked. "Yknow, parent laws and whatnot."

She straightened as Marah's feet hit the floor. "Just... Tell me he's not-"

I pat her shoulder, smiling. "Don't worry," I assured her. "He's great. Amazing, even."

Marah rounded the corner and entered the kitchen as Aleisha pulled her mom in. "Mom, look! I'm telling you, she called me a whore!"

I snorted as Marah wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek. "She pronounced 'whore' wrong," he mumbled in my ear. "I know," I giggled, scrunching my nose.