Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school.
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Dahlia's POV ************
"There will be no eating in my car, no drinking in my car, no roughhousing in my car, no slobbering in my car, no kissing in my car, no farting in my car, no burping in my car, no hand holding in my car, no nasty shit in my car, no flirting in my car, no cute shit in my car, no sweating in my car, no cursing in my car because it brings bad energy, no negativity in my car, no talk about witchcraft in my car, and nobody in my car controls the radio in my car besides me because this is my car and in my car we listen to what Dahlia wants to listen to." I placed my hand on the passenger seat as I turned to look at Cora, Liza, and Matthew.
"Dude, What the fuck?" Billie piped up from the passenger's seat, her voice muffled by half the burrito she'd shoved into her mouth. I sighed and turned to look at the children in my backseat again. "All rules apply to everyone in here except for Billie because she's not great at following rules and also she's hot. Anyone who breaks the rules who isn't Billie will be promptly kicked out and left on the side of the road. If anyone thinks I'm kidding, I eagerly invite you to test me. This is a new car. I love this car. I love this car far more than I love any of you. I'd die for her. Angelou is the best car I've—"
"Angelou? You named her Angelou?" Liza scrunched up her face. I shot her a look. "Yes, I did. I named her after Maya Angelou. One of the strongest women who ever set foot on this trash ass planet. Is there a problem, Lizzie?"
"You know my name," She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you being a hard ass? You used to be nice."
"I am nice," I smiled. "But since I'm escorting my little sister on this date with you two it's my job to scare you guys so you don't think it's okay to hurt her in any way, shape or form. Before we get going, we have a lot to talk about. Let's start with this; there will be absolutely no inappropriate touching—"
"I thought you said she was cool." Matthew whispered in Cora's ear. Cora glared at me and mouthed for me to stop embarrassing her. I most certainly will not. If I don't embarrass her how the hell else am I gonna have fun on this date?
"Don't cut me off again, boy, or you're gettin' the boot." I spat. I locked all the car doors so they wouldn't think of escaping and then continued on with my speech. "None of you are to get too close. There won't be any lip locking, neck kissing, or anything else even remotely nasty tonight, do I make myself clear? That means, Lizzie, you need to remove your hand from my sister's thigh. Now."
She slowly did as told and sighed as she looked out of the window.
"Now, I've been updated on what the situation is between you three. You both want Cora and she's an indecisive little shit head who can't choose who she wants. That's all good and fine, it's none of my business, but let me make it clear right now that if either of you should happen to make my sister cry or hurt her in any way while she's dealing with y'all, you will pay the price."
