Undercover Heiress

Part Two: Peter

Chapter Three: Why am I so dumb?

I heard a loud slam outside my window while I was playing COD with my buddies.

"Guys I'll be right back," I told them, tossing off my headset.

It was around one thirty and I knew I should be in bed but mama had been acting weird this past week and left in the middle of the night for no reason and I wanted to know why.

Since my car was in the shop getting the check engine light shit figured out I didn't have a ride to spy on her.

So I stayed up with my friends playing online and waited for her to come home.

I flickered my big light when I heard her say something.

"I think Peter's up," Her voice told someone.

My feet carried me down the stairs and around the corner into the kitchen where I saw two figures behind the curtain walking up the driveway.

Who's here with her?

Is it another guy...

Suddenly the doorknob jiggled and then went quiet so I fast walked to the garage entrance by the trash.

"Sorry," A feminine voice apologized.

Curious to who it was I swung the door open and saw a girl close to my mom's high with wide eyes staring back at me.

Well at my body actually.

Her gaze traveled up my torso until my mom's loudass voice startled her out of the trance.

"Peter you're up!" She yells, pushing the tiny girl into me with the massive suitcases.

She trips up the last step and flies into my chest, so I grab onto her arms to prevent further damage.

"Sorry," She mumbles tilting her head down.

Mom drops the bags onto the ground and then closes the garage door before leaning against the counter and wiping her forehead.

"Phew!"

Feeling awkward and not knowing who this person with all these damn bags are, I scratch the back of my neck and look at my mom.

Realizing she didn't tell me about any of this she stands up and points at the girl.

"Oh yeah, Peter this is Bailey, Bailey this is Peter." 

My head snaps back to the girl who's name is Bailey and I stare at her.

She was dressed in a light grey body jacket with black heels, and her rib length light blonde hair was everywhere.

I stretch my hand out to her forgetting she was still holding a duffle bag and a few suitcases.

Bailey drops them immediately and squeezes my hand.

"Hi," I say, a bit strained.

She pauses for a few seconds before saying 'Hi' back and then dropping my hand.

Bailey looks anywhere else but me, and I can tell she was feeling a little weird because so was I.

"Peter, why don't you help her with the bags and take her to the bedroom?" Mom asks, eating a spoonful of ice cream.

When did she get that out?

I shake my head and then watch Bailey again.

"Okay, I guess."

I sigh bending over and picking up a few of her things before heading up the tall case of stairs.

Bailey doesn't follow me right away because mama had something to tell her, so I wait by the top of the stairs.