Jer
The girl was trouble. I knew it from the second my eyes landed on her. I could tell right away that she was suspicious of us, and she felt completely uncomfortable being in the house.
As she should be.
But what was a guy to do? Mary seemed to like her enough, and Matt.
Matt.
Never seeing past a pretty face, he was so up to trusting people without a second thought.
Hell. I was thinking too much already.
Matt, the girl, and I had been sitting in the ‘family room’ for quite some time. She kept fiddling with her fingers and cracking her knuckles which very well almost made me insane.
“Must you do that?” I snapped at her, patience running thin. Her dark brown eyes narrowed at me, her eyebrows scrunching with annoyance at my tone.
Well, she stopped with the knuckle cracking, so atleast my point got through.
Matt seemed to be looking at me with his brows raised high and an expression on his face that seemed to say “Why so jumpy?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered and looked out the window next to the wooden chair I was lounging in uncomfortably.
“What was that?”
The girl sat in on the old beat up couch with Matt, although they were on opposite sides. She had her arms crossed and was leaning back on the couch with a look of annoyance still plain as day on her face.
“Nothing that concerns you, girl” I replied, a little too harshly I’ll admit.
Matt let out a sigh and swung his head around to give me a look. “Jer. Could you atleast try to be friendly?”
“It’s never been in my nature.”
Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Don’t we all know that,” making me shoot a mocking grin his way.
I fixed my gaze on the girl, as she crossed her hands in her lap and faked a sweet smile much to my amusement. “You know,” she said, “My name isn’t girl. It’s Andy. I thought we already acknowledged that?” With her eyebrows raised high, she waited for my reply, quite calmly, I’ll admit, while I leaned back and rubbed my jaw.
“Hmmm,” I drawled out the words. “Yes, yes, I remember quite vividly you telling me your name, actually,” I grinned and finally swung my head around to look at her. “But girl has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Are you PMS’ing?”
I threw my head back and let out a laugh. “Who’s to know?” I winked.
Without acknowledging me, Matt rolled his eyes and turned to the girl. “So,” he smiled. “Do you live around here?”
She seemed to let out a little breath of relief when he spoke and not me. Raking a hand through her blonde curly hair she nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just on the other side of town.”
“So what made you come all the way down here?” I interrupted, hiding a smirk.
She let out a kind of laugh, and shook her head in what I couldn’t read as annoyance, or funny memories.
“My friend was the one that wanted to come down here actually. We noticed someone moved in, so we came to check it out. Because obviously, that’s never happened before.”
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A Beautiful Fate
Teen FictionAndy Grey is your normal eighteen year old. Or so she thought. When the Greenwood's move into town, she's thrown into a life that she never knew existed, and as Andy finds out things about herself and her family that was destined to be uncovered, sh...