Misunderstood

Chapter Two

Sahara’s POV

“Hey mom, how soon until dinner is ready?” I ask, sitting down in front of the freshly stocked bar as my mom mixes herself a drink. My parents paid someone to come with the maid crew every week and stock the bar with various alcoholic items so they wouldn’t have to be bothered with going out and getting it themselves. 

“Hm, I don’t know. Mary should be cooking by now since you’re father is getting off soon, so it shouldn’t be too long,” she replies, coming out with her new orange colored drink and beckoning for me to follow her into the living room. Mary is our cook, my mom hates cooking so we also bought a cook. My dad is a neurosurgeon, currently doing research on how to remove tumors from the brain without the risk of damaging the brain. 

I lay out on the large gray leather sofa, leaning back on my mother’s knee so she can brush through my hair. I love when she does this, it makes me feel like a child again. But, it isn’t long until my twin younger brothers, Spencer and Kyle, come bounding into the house. 

“I told you I want to be the red remote,” Spencer yells, pushing Kyle out the way so he can grab which remote of the Playstation he wants before Kyle has the chance. Both my mother sit up and laugh, watching the two seven year old boys turn on the large flat screen hung on the wall before sitting in their gaming chairs so they can race. 

“Well hello to you too boys. How was school today?” my mom chuckles, walking over to give each of them a kiss on the top of their head before ruffling their shaggy light brown hair. My brothers each had the same hair color as me, the only difference between us was that their eyes were a stunning blue while mine were a deep green. 

My mom comes and sits back down on the couch as we wait for my sister to walk in behind the boys, she likes to take her sweet time. “Sarah Beth, how was school today darling?” my mother coos, as Sarah walks into the house at a slow pace before dropping her book bag and coming over to sit beside me with a huff. 

“I hate school, there’s no point in going,” she whines, crossing her arms over her chest before grabbing her phone out of her pocket and scrolling through twitter. I chuckle as I think back to a little less than four years ago, at the age of fourteen, almost done with freshman year of high school and I can honestly feel her pain. Freshman year was hell. 

My sister is the only one in the family that acquired blonde hair, where she got it from I have no idea because both my mom and dad have very dark hair. Like me she has green eyes, and if I didn’t know any better I would almost say she looks like she belongs to Harper’s family instead of my own. With her black eyeliner, ripped skinny jeans, and band t-shirt she is like an exact replica of Harper. After Harper told Sarah that she liked her t-shirt one time, Sarah took it to heart and began to copy Harper’s style; which, I don’t think Harper minded, I think she honestly likes that she has a little protege. 

“Hello my darlings,” my dad announces, coming in the door and hanging his white coat on the rack before giving my brothers a pat on the head, Sarah and I a kiss on the forehead, and my mother a kiss on the cheek. He walks over to the bar and pours himself a small glass of scotch before coming back down and sitting in the recliner that belongs to him. He is about to speak again when Mary comes out of the kitchen and announces that dinner is ready. 

After eating a delicious meal of seared scallops I have taken a shower and am now laying in my king size bed, watching the television hanging across the wall from my bed. Even though I have school tomorrow, I am too excited about my date and this weekend to even think about going to sleep. Ashton is so amazing, and I love spending every day with him. 

As if reading my thoughts I hear a quiet knock on my balcony door. Looking over I recognize the shaggy dirty blonde hair pushed back by a black bandana. When Ashton isn’t out in public he likes to wear bandanas around his hair, and muscle t-shirts with holes all in them. As weird as it sounds I think it is his way of showing his family that even though they are rich he can still dress the way he wants.