The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Two

The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 2

Sunday came, and we hit the road. It was hard saying goodbye to all my friends - especially Lizzie. But, Vegas wasn't that far away, and I had promised to come back to visit everyone. 

Ava, my two and a half year old sister, would not stop crying during the drive. It made me want to pull my hair out. Zane, on the other hand, had fallen asleep as soon as his ass hit the seat, so he got that lucky end. But no matter what my dad or I tried to do, we could not get Ava to hush. 

So, after four and a half hours of pure headache, we finally arrived in Sin City around seven at night. 

Our house wasn't that bad, actually. It was white, stucco, with stones outlining the entryway. The yard was bright green with gardens framing the house. The entire subdivision was beautiful. Oh, and the house was huge. My dad's a lawyer and makes good money, so that explains that. 

"Channing, can you grab Ava while I try to wake your brother?" my dad asked when he pulled into the driveway. 

I nodded and unbuckled my seatbelt. Walking around the car, I listened to Ava - who was still crying - thinking that if I didn't pull my own hair out, she might from being ticked off for almost five hours. 

I opened her door, and undid her car-seat buckle. She instantly stopped crying. 

"Really?" I asked. "That's what you wanted? I put up with four an a half hours of your wailing for THAT?!"

Ava just looked at me. It's not like she understood everything I was saying, either. After all, she is only two. 

I sighed and removed her from her car-seat, placing her on my hip. 

I walked up the stone path up to the front door carrying Ava in one arm, and my backpack in the other. My backpack had my laptop, phone, and all that important stuff. 

The house was stunning. I won't bore you with details, but it was beautiful. Spacious. Elegant. You get the picture. A stereotypical rich-kid house. 

I set Ava down in the already furnished living room and wandered around a little. Yeah, I was used to stuff like this, but I could never get over how new houses looked. It was always something that interested me. 

"Channing, you have school tomorrow," my dad said, walking into the house with a barely awake Zane following closely behind. "Maybe you should go rest a little. It could benefit you."

I shrugged, realizing how tired I really was. "Okay."

I found my way to the stairs - a long, princess staircase, technically speaking - and walked up them slowly. 

My room was at the end of the hall. It was painted a soft purple, with a cream accent. 

I didn't even look around my room. I simply slid my shoes off, and crawled onto the comfy, soft bed, where I instantly fell asleep. 

***

I woke the next morning in the same position I fell asleep in. All I have to say about that was: thank the lord I put on sweat pants for the car ride. 

I glanced at the clock, and saw that I had an hour and a half to get to the school before it started. 

I slowly pushed myself off the bed, and made my way over to the dresser mirror. 

'Holy shit,' I thought to myself. 'Now I understand why people don't sleep in makeup.'

I more or less ran to the bathroom and immediately jumped in the shower.