Now Or Never

Chapter Twenty - Seven

Chapter Twenty - Seven:

"Are you ready? Wow, you look hot!" James blurted, looking at me with all the surprised innocence and pervertedness of a growing fifteen year old boy. I was wearing a white, strapless tube top paired with my favorite black hip-hop pants. On top of that I would be wearing my new H&M black sweatshirt and some pimp sneakers.

"I don't exactly look my best when I'm panicking with the fear of being murdered, but I suppose I do look nice when I try to." I dryly replied, struggling to zip my pants. The stupid zip broke, and now I feel like I gained weight and am once again the size of a baby whale.

"Do you want my help?" James asked, taking a step towards me.

"No."

"But I won't do anything! And I'll only take a sec!" he said, walking closer.

"No."

"But I'm an engineering addict!" he said, coming after me.

"No! You're not getting NEAR my private parts!" I yelled, running away from him.

"What?" A foreign and confused voice asked. Our heads shot around to stare at the door. Kevin stood against it, his cheeks red.

I glared at him and stormed out of the room.

"What happened to her?" I heard him distinctly ask James.

"Don't ask me. Girls will be the death of me, they're so confusing. And hot. Definitely hot." he replied.

"You're so perverse." Kevin chuckled.

They both started laughing and I just stood outside, hidden from view, listening to their conversation.

I felt a pang in my heart, and I was missing my brother immensely. I missed how we would make fun of his ex-girlfriends. I missed how he'd blackmail me so that I would play videogames with him. I missed how I would always convince him to let me give him makeovers, despite the fact that I had two bitchy sisters.

I even missed my sisters. I miss how they'd have major moodswings, and be mean as hell at one moment, and loving and curious the next. I miss how we'd have dance parties in our pyjamas, and ogle the neighbour's hotass sons.

I missed my mom. Her cooking, her smell, and her magical hugs. I missed my dad and how he always gave the best advice. I missed how he'd randomly educate us on the strangest subjects like train chimneys.

I missed my family in general. I looked down, feeling ashamed of myself. I had broken ties with the most wonderful people on Earth. And there was nothing I could do about it now.

My eyes welled up with tears. One spilled over, dripping down my chin and hitting on the ground with an inaudible splash.

I heard footsteps approach, and I panicked and froze. "Hey, are you okay?" Kevin said, pulling my chin up so I would meet his eyes.

I gave him a watery smile. "Peachy." I choked out.

He laughed lightly, concern clouding his eyes, and pulled me into a hug. I let myself thrive in his embrace for a moment, but tensing when his arms wrapped around my bare waist.

I quickly pulled away, taking a quick step away from him. He noticed my small movement, and his hopeful expression morphed into one of pain.

I gnawed on my lip anxiously, torn between comforting him and running the hell away from him. Luckily, James saved me from making the hellish decision.

"Are we going or what?" James loudly asked, wildly waving his arms around. His eyes glanced at us, pausing at our grimaceful expressions. I forced myself to glare at him.