Shortly after, I arrived home. No questions were really asked. Brad was busy hanging out with James in his bedroom. My parents were in the kitchen making dinner.
"Hello sweetie!" My mom greets me.
I smile, "Hi mum!"
"Where's Jacee?" My dad asks while furrowing his eyebrows.
Typically, Jacee comes over for dinner if her parents are working late. I did not clearly think this through. I'm so busted.
"She was waiting to see if her parents were coming. I'll text to let her know that she can swing by," I make up a lie.
I don't wait for a response, already knowing what they're going to say. I rush to my room, but am stopped by Brad.
"Hey! You're back! Where's Jacee?" He asks.
"She most likely be coming over soon. She didn't know if her parents were coming home late or not," I respond.
The door to Brad's bedroom opens more to reveal James. He is of course in only sweatpants.
He greets me, "Little Simpson! Come join your better older brother!"
Brad playful glares at James, but then starts laughing. They could honestly be brothers, they already act like it.
"I would but I gotta call Jacee real quick," I walk to my bedroom and dial her number.
After the third dial she picks up. Immediately I get bombarded with questions. Most of it becomes inaudible due to her fast talking.
"Whoa, whoa! Slow your horses! I'll explain everything once you come over for dinner. Also we need to make sure no one finds out I wasn't with you," I interrupt her ramble.
I hear a huff before she says, "Fine! But you got some explaining to do. I deserve an explanation."
I roll my eyes, "You will get one. You just can't tell anybody."
She tells me she will be over within ten minutes and hangs up. I lie there on my bed, thinking about what just happened. I snuck over to Blake's. What is this kid doing to me?
A thought pops into my head while I stare at my ceiling. I should probably text Blake. He did give me his number after all.
I go to my book bag and grab the slip of paper. I type his number into my contacts. I originally put him as Blake, but after a minute of thinking I change it. If Brad were to see me texting him, Blake and I would be dead. For the time being he is now Rosie.
I text him a simple hey saying that is me. I continue staring at the ceiling until I hear a doorbell. Let the games begin.
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I love James and Brad
December 15, 2018
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Fanfiction"Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove" Brad Simpson's younger sister falls for the boy who he hates.
