Jonathan
"JON!" I woke up to the sound of shouting and banging on my door. I groaned and covered my face with a pillow. "JON, COME ON! YOU HAVE ROOMS TO CLEAN!"
"Coming!" I shouted back to my stepdad and the banging abruptly stopped, his footsteps going down the hall to wake my stepbrothers up.
I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I got up and looked at my calendar, June 15. I groaned. This Summer was going by so slow. It had only been two days since I finished my junior year of high school and my stepfamily had already driven me up the wall. At school, yeah, I still had to do the housework, but not as much. I got dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt and walked out of the room. I wouldn't have the room much longer because my stepdad Lucas is thinking about adopting another boy, oh joy. If that happens I'm going back to the basement.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked in a bored way once I found Lucas reading a newspaper in the living room.
I heard my stepbrothers Dylan and Cole's mumbling from the kitchen.
"Don't use that shitty tone with me," he spat not looking up from the paper. "You need to clean the kitchen," he began, "the boys' bedroom, and the bathrooms."
"But I cleaned those rooms yesterday," I pointed out.
"Well clean them again. I need to keep you busy since, well, you have no friends. Well you do, one, but eventually he'll get sick of you just like the rest of us."
I glared at the back of his head before shuffling my feet towards the bathrooms.
"I hate this," I mumbled to myself as I scrubbed the already clean shower. My mom died a few years back and back then, Lucas and the boys were angels. Now that my mom's out of the picture it's like they've been waiting for that day to come so that they can screw with me. I don't wanna spend my summer doing this. I should be hanging out with Kyle.I heard a faint ring coming from outside the bathroom.
"Jon, come get the phone!" I rolled my eyes and set my sponge and gloves down.
When I made it to the phone, the boys were running at me from the opposite way.
"I'll get it!" Dylan stated. "It could be Amanda."
"What girl would be calling you," I mumbled as I leaned on the wall.
"I heard that," Dylan growled before picking up the phone.
Amanda was the most popular girl at our school and frankly was the sweetest girl you could ever meet. I had a crush on her, but there was no way she would go for a guy like me. I'm an outcast at the school; people don't know that I exist. Dylan and Cole pretend that I don't exist.
"Hello?" Dylan said. He sighed in disappointment and took the phone from his ear. "Dad! It's Brittany!"
Brittany is Lucas' co-worker that he's been seeing for about 2 months. That's the longest he's been with one of his female co-workers.
Lucas was at the phone before Dylan could set it down. "Hello?" Lucas said, a smlie creeping across his face.
When he realized that we were still there, he pursed his lips at us. "Don't ya'll have a game to get back to?" he asked the boys, shooing him away.
When he looked at me, I raised my hands up. "I'm going, I'm going."
When I finished my chores and went back to my room, my phone beside my bed rung. "Hello?" I asked.
"Sup, Jon, how's it going?" Kyle asked and I sighed, "Still bad?" he guessed.
"Yep."
"Well how about we head down to the mall. I heard Amanda would be there," he suggested.
"Look, Kyle, no matter how many times I run into her, she's not gonna acknowledge me. She doesn't care about me, she doesn't even know I exist," I explained.
"Well, we need to change that."
I shook my head. "Not today, Lucas is probably gonna have more work for me to do. I can't wait to finish high school and get out of this hell hole."
"Well hang in there," he said. "Things will get better, I promise."
I sighed. "You can't make promises you can't keep." And with that I hung up and laid back on my bed.
I took this time to relax, something I've never been able to do since I stepped foot through this door after my mom's funeral.
