Chapter Three

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Hai Hai.Tyler Pose as Jonah. I know him from somewhere but i just cant put my finger on it. Anyway this chapter is short so I might update again later on tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!
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After I had finished off my problem, I was in one hell of a mood.

I avoided a questioning Jazz and a perverted ass Jonah at all cost throughout the rest of the day.

I didn't feel bettet until I was at home, on the couch, watching cartoons.

"Devin get up and go get dressed. Nicely might I add", Lucas yelled from the kitchen.

He looked back out at me and glared when I didn't move. What?

"We're having dinner with the new neighbors, remember?" Lucas said, frowning.

I smiled sheepishly,"Sorry dad, I forgot".

Lucas sighed, tucking a strand of pale blonde hair behind his ear.

Lucas was pretty for a guy. With hazel eyes and pale blonde hair he usually kept in a messy bun, what guy wouldn't fall for him?

He was even taller than me!

I pouted at the thought. Why did I have to be so short?

Is it because I'm just to damn good looking?

" Just go get ready and tell your father to hurry up so he can help me with dinner", Lucas instructed before going back to cooking what looked like roast beef.

Yum! My favorite.

I got up off the couch and went to my dad's room.

"Dad, dad said hurry up so you  an help him with dinner", I said to the door. I heard a grunt and shrugged before going to my to get dressed.

I took a shower and washed my hair.

Guess what I washed my hair in?

Vanilla. Heh.

I towel dried it and let it fall around my shoulders.

I sufdenly remeber that dad said the neighbors had a kid. I think he said it was a girl.

I smirked and went to my closet, pulling out a white dress shirt and black ripped jeans.

I put on some black boots and ran a hand through my hair a couple of times.

My mind flashed what happened today at school and I blushed instantly.

What the hell!?!?

I forced it to the back of my mind when I heard the doorbell ring.

I smirked. Show time.

"I'll get it", I yelled, racing down the stairs.

I opened the door. Then slammed it shut again.

That is ssssooooooooooooo not a girl!

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