Life For Rent

Chapter one

       February 2016..

“Cheryl Daphne Prescott!” My sister Brianna shouted from somewhere downstairs. With her absolute love for food, I'd bet my entire life savings on the kitchen.

I put my hands on my ears, trying to lessen her ringing angry voice as it resonates up the stairs once again, wishing I had stuffed my ears with some cotton ball or ear buds.

“If you don't get your slothful ass right down here in the next two seconds, I'm gonna go out that door and you are walking your certified lazy self to school.”

I made my way downstairs to see her ready to open the front door. Her swear-full speech nearly made me roll down the stairs in laughter. My sister was a pretty girl with dark curly hair framing her heart-shaped face and hazel green eyes. She was a heart throb. I looked at her as my hazel green eyes connected with her own and you can literally see the near fury in hers. We seem so much alike–except me not being in the department of early risers and morning person thing–that sometimes, either people confuse us or just call us twins which isn't so cool because if they look real hard, they'll find that we're not really that alike.

Although we inherited the same hair and eye color from our Mom.

“What, I'm not even entitled to breakfast?” I trot to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and an apple when her face started turning red from anger.

If killing was made legal, I'd have been murdered and probably be buried in our backyard by her a very long time ago.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to sleep through your alarm.” She retorted and slammed the door shut behind her.

Looking at the breakfast table, I saw my Dad reading the newspaper, amusement shining in his eyes. I would be surprised he didn't lecture Bria on the use of foul language but the whole thing was just so funny that chiding her will barely find a way into consciousness. He shook his head as I kissed him good morning on the cheek.

“Morning Mom.” I kissed her also, eyes glued to the pancakes and bacon she was cooking.

‘Why is my sister so evil at times? Couldn't she wait till I had a bite, just one?’ I shook my head. ‘Was it actually that hard to ask for?’

“Mom, you know I can't have breakfast today..” I cut her off as she was about to probably complain about my eating habits. Or lack thereof. “..Brianna will skin me alive if I spend another second in here. You know, with her attitude this morning, I'll bet she's on that time of the month.” I winked at my mom, saying goodbye before making my way to the front door.

I heard a chuckle coming from the kitchen and then a shout, calling my younger sister, Danielle to come down for breakfast so my Dad could take her to school on time.

                              

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The cold February wind rushed past me as I trotted to the sports car in the middle of my driveway.

Lucas. Oh..

‘So that's why my sister was so eager to get out of the house. A-ha!’ I thought as I opened the passenger side door and slipped in. I gave Lucas a small apologetic smile and fixed my seat belt, whispering a “Good morning” just as I heard a “Took you long enough” from the backseat. I groaned inwardly.

“Ah, Good morning to you too Frankie” I turned sideways with fake smile plastered on my face. Frankie and my sister both rolled their eyes at me. Typical them..

They've been friends for as long as high school started but I really didn't like her much because her attitude pisses me off all the damn time it wasn't even funny. And I've resigned from going through the trouble of always trying to convince my sister of Frankie's bossy attitude.

“I've told you not to call me ‘Frankie’” she whined. “‘Frannie’, and if you can't call me that then don't talk to me.” Pfft, what are we? kindergartens?
Like, who even said I was trying to talk to her again?

A long sigh was heard as I turned to see Lucas shaking his head. He sure knew how childish Frankie can be and frankly, he was too good a guy to be the older brother of such childishness and dealing with her on a daily basis can be a major headache but thank God for him being here now although he was supposed to be off at Uni since its the start of his second year and why he was back again,I didn't really want to know.

“May I?” I drawed his attention from the rearview mirror as he was looking at...my sister? I scrunched up my face looking at the mirror too. Shrugging, I quickly ate my granola bar.

“What did you want?” He asked with a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“I'm gonna play some music.” I adjusted the volume just as We the Kings featuring Elena Coats 'Sad song' came blasting to life. I swear, I wasn't about to listen to Brianna and Francesca talk about male models and fashion magazines for the rest of the ride and we still have about ten freaking minutes stuck in the car.

“Did you even have to ask?” Lucas muttered while I bit into my apple.

“Actually, I wasn't. I was just letting you know.” I drawled on a smirk.

A few minutes passed by while we sat in silence in the moving car. I mean me and Lucas because the other two occupants weren't close to stop gushing about everything and nothing.

When DJ Snake and Justin Bieber's ‘Let me love you’ came on, I instantly regretted my decision. Throughout the rest of the drive, Lucas kept staring at my sister in the rearview mirror. I didn't exactly know what was going on with the pair. Plus, he had a silly smile on his face which made me question our safety.

Occasionally, Brianna too will look at him and quickly look down or pretend to show Frankie something on her Phone.

Sure, I had poor observation skills but I knew something I wasn't sure about was creeping up and I didn't want to pry because neither was it any of my business nor did I wanted to play 'detective'. Besides, this was neither the place nor time for such conversations. If my sister wanted to tell me, she would on her own when she's comfortable enough but right now, I'll just keep looking on discreetly.

“You'll have to stop staring at my sister, you know.” I glared at the side of Lucas' head. It wouldn't hurt to leave the core of my apple to rot in his car, now, would it? And suddenly, I was slightly irritated. “I can't and don't wanna die now. I'm only so young.” I sighed dramatically.

Does he want to kill us? For Pete's sake, he's supposed to be concentrating on the road! I wish I'd just hitch a ride with Christy and Sandy instead.
Where were they when you actually needed them?

So far, everyone was ignoring me and doing their own thing like I wasn't even in the car with them. All this shit was physically driving me crazy and I felt like I was the one on that ‘time of the month’.

Yes, I was that pissed.

Lucas didn't get to say anything or come up with some bitch ass comment as the car came to a stop in front of Eastwood High School.
Thank heavens.

I said a small bye and banged his car door shut and then he had the nerve to smirk at me when Brianna mumbled a very shy goodbye.

Wait, since when was she remotely this shy? I creased my brows in thought.

There's something definitely going on here that I'm so missing out on which needed getting to the absolute bottom of..

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