She Is Daring (GirlxGirl)(completed)

Chapter-4

Leyah's POV:

I returned home, stepped out of the car, and handed the keys to a servant. He bowed and put my car in park. I entered my mansion. It smells so clean and new. We relocated from Boston last week. When I waved to my younger brother, he jumped on me.

"How was your day, handsome?" I asked him to put it down.

"It was so cool. I made a girlfriend," he admitted shyly. I laughed.

"Wow, that's my boy," I exclaimed. "What's her name?" I inquired. I was dragged into the living room by him. He offered me a bowl of popcorn, which he had been eating while watching The Boss Baby. I popped a few popcorns into my mouth. "So tell me..."

"She is so pretty. "Her name is...um....Ms. Kelly," he said, turning to face the television. I burst out laughing.

"Hey, is that your teacher?" When I asked, he quickly turned his head, shocked.

"umm...No...she's my girlfriend," he replied. I burst out laughing. He scowled. "How did you find out she's my teacher?" he inquired. He is intelligent, but he sometimes acts his age.

"Well, you address her as Ms. Kelly. That's why," I said, patting his head.

"But she said she'd be my girlfriend." And..." he said shyly, his head bowed. "Kissed me right here," he said, pointing his cheek. I laughed.

"Then I'd like to meet your girlfriend," I said, pinching the same cheek. He grinned from ear to ear.

"All right...I'll try, but she's a busy girl like Mom," he said while watching TV.

"OK then..." I was interrupted by a voice.

"How's my princess?" my mother inquired. I got to my feet and hugged her.

"I am good, Mom." "I missed you," I sighed. She laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

"How was your first day of school?" she asked, sitting on another couch and ordering snacks from the maid. "Did you make any friends or...boyfriends?" she inquired.

"Please, Mom, stop. And, to clarify, yes. I met two new people: Poly and Jane. They're awesome, and Charlie, too." I said, Looking down at the name Charlie. He's hot, and I have a thing for him.

"Okay...great. Invite Poly Jane and The Charlie Guy to spend some time here." She chuckled as she said. I looked up quickly and pouted.

"Sure, will do," I replied.

"Well, remember Jasmine...my old friend?" she inquired.

"Of course, I recall her and her kisses." "She's so...clingy," I remarked, and my mother chuckled.

"Yes, she is, but she liked you and your fluffy pink cheeks." My mother claimed I rolled my eyes. I tried to hide behind Mom or Maids whenever she came into our house, but she picked me up and pulled my cheeks a million times before kissing me all over my face to annoy me. Because she was aware that I did not have my precious cheeks touched.

"Please don't bring up any of my terrifying childhood memories around her," I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh please, she adored you and lavished you with gifts just to pull your cheeks." I rolled my eyes, she said. "And she always wanted to make you her daughter-in-law if she had a boy," Mom explained.

"No, thank you." "Don't tell me she's got a son," I warned. No way, I despise her clinginess.

"No, But she has a daughter who attends your school', Mom explained. Maids served snacks. I chose my usual shake.

"That's good. "What's the name of her daughter?" I inquired as I sipped my drink.

"Samara Peterson is her name." Mom replied, "No, I've never heard that name before." I agreed by nodding. Tomorrow, I'll ask Poly and Jane about her. " However, she is better known by her nickname, I suppose. "Because she does not like her given name. Jasmine informed me."

"Oh...what is it?" I asked.

"Sam," I choked as I split my shake. My mother stood up and patted me on the back.

"Le...are you okay?" I nodded when she asked. "Do you know her?" she inquired, and I shook my head.

"No worries. By the way, they're probably coming this weekend. You'll run into her then." She said I had wide eyes when I looked at her.

"I...I'm tired, Mom." "I'll be in my room," I said as "I made my way upstairs. I opened my door and hurled myself onto the bed.

That disgusting bitch is the daughter of that clingy aunt. I can't believe how different she is from her mother. I mean, she's gorgeous and hot, but her demeanor at our first meeting told me everything. She is an arrogant individual. I wanted to punch her because of the way she smirked. What does she think of herself? She threatened to kill me. With that cigarette, she was attempting to burn my skin. Why? Just because I slapped her, but she slapped my butt. "Bloody rich spoiled brat. I wanted to punch her instead of kiss her, but my body's safety must.