Intertwined

Kinley

Kinley

It's been over two weeks since school began, and I can now clearly remember why I wanted school to end last year.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate school, it's fine. But I have better things to do than argue with a grumpy teenager with an English accent, who is too damn cute for my own good (but God, I hope no one tells him that. He's got an ego the size of Jupiter; or at least he does when he's talks to me.)

"You're going to ruin the brush that way," he said, visibly frustrated with me. I narrowed my eyes at him, dropping the brush into the water.

"Fine," I ground out. "If you're going to keep complaining about how I do things, why don't you go ahead and do it yourself." I was up to my neck with sheer annoyance in regards to this boy, and I just wanted him to shut his mouth for once.

"I know you think you're princess of the school or whatever, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do your shit for you," he said simply. My cheeks tinted red with rage, and I could see that this clearly amused Leon. The stupid arrogant grin of his, that I'd gotten oh so used to, was planted firmly on his lips.

"I don't think tha-," I began, but a new voice cut me off.

"Would you two shut the hell up, your constant bickering isn't inspiring any of us." I recognized the voice as my brother's godawful girlfriend, Corinne. Don't get me wrong, I love Jude more than life itself, opposed to the fact that he's my step-brother, I don't think about him any different than if we had the same parents. But, he can do so much better. He's on his way to the top, and she drags him around with her stoner friends, which I know he hates, and I don't like it.

Maybe, I would've liked her, if the first time she had dinner with our family, she didn't scowl at me every time she looked in my direction. If it would have been in school, sure, I could handle it. I'm not the nicest person, by far, but at my home, I don't need some sophomore, who probably gossips about how narcissistic and vain I am, glaring daggers at me in my own kitchen!

"Oh fuck off, Corinne," I snapped, purposely pronouncing her name incorrectly, because I knew how much it irritated her. Well, she irritated me.

"Why don't you fuck yourself?" she questioned, her eyes turning to slits. Honestly, I was surprised she'd even said anything. She usually kept to glowering and talking behind my back, never anything directly to me.

"Or better yet," she grinned, and by the look on her face, I was apprehensive of what she'd say next. "Why don't you go and find your little fuck buddy, what's his name, Jake? Then maybe you'll stop acting like there's a stick up your ass."

Heat rushed to my face and I felt Leon tense up next to me at the mention of his new step-brother. I knew that he and Jake were not on good terms in the least, and we hadn't brought up the dinner. It went fine, in my opinion, before Leon actually addressed me.

Since declaring that I was not only a stupid blonde, but a well distinguished stupid blonde, he still hasn't called me by my name. Opting to address me as "Blondie," or "Princess," were his favorites, especially since he knew it pissed me the hell off.

I was about to retort to Corinne, when Leon spoke up.

"Yeah Blondie, maybe if you go and shag Jake, you'll let out some tension, and finally stop speaking like the fucking pretentious bitch you actually are."

I wasn't going to lie and say that what Leon said didn't sting. I glanced over at him, and saw that his jaw was taut, eyes unmistakably glaring at me, and hands clenched into fists. I was surprised, because usually in our frequent banters, Leon snaps back at me with just as much enthusium as I dish out, and he usually seems to be enjoying arguing with me. He'd seem extremely amused, and had an eat-shit grin plastered on his face.