Sister or Mister? - Amelia Bio

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"Sheila!" Nini scolded, "Sheila Michaels!"

"What?" I asked, confused about why she seemed so concerned.

"You haven't eaten your ice-cream. And you've been staring at it for maybe 15 minutes. Obviously I'm concerned! That's my grandmother's mix..."

Oh right. We were supposed to eat ice cream and 'enjoy'.

"Oh sorry. It's just that, I've been thinking about Sam a lot," I lied.

Well, it wasn't technically a lie. I've been pondering about Sam a lot lately. Especially now that we're going to a new school full of some posh rich kids. Like us. But at the very moment, I was thinking about the guy earlier.

Let's be honest, if some hot dude bumped into you, flirts a little, and has a dimple; you would definitely think about him for some time until you get over him and realize you'll never see each other again and never make babies and-

Too far, I'm rambling again.

"Sheila!" Nini snapped her fingers in front of me, "If you won't eat your ice-cream, then I'm eating it for you. I will!"

"Hey!" I swatted her hand away as she reached for the ice-cream cup. Nini would never understand if I the told her the real reason why i was so distracted.

"Then eat your ice cream," she sang happily while scooping more ice cream unto her spoon.

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"But thanks for today Sheila! It's been a while since my parents let me go out with some of my friends," Nini told me when she dropped me off at my house. Her smile was so genuine that even I felt like smiling. 

The only thing is...I didn't.

I know. I'm was sort of bitter at the moment. I just couldn't get the guy's smile out of my head.

The dimple forming on his left cheek when he smirked at me. His eyes lighting up with mischief as he winked. He was the second REALLY good-looking guy I've seen that day. 

"Of course Nini! Thanks for bringing me there," I replied back, as I turned towards the front door.

"Ugh, finally," I said, wiping my forehead.

"Did you not enjoy your ice-cream Sheila dear?" mom asked, looking slightly concerned. 

She was wearing a gorgeous, tight lipstick red dress and clutching a red Kate Spade purse in her hands. Dad on the other hand, was wearing a suit and a bright red tie.

"What's with all the red?" I questioned, trying to avoid the question she asked.

"Well," dad started, "We've been meaning to tell you, but I'm going on a business trip this weekend and won't be back by Monday. And tonight, your mother and I are going to a hotel to have dinner before I leave."

"But it's just a Wednesday night..."

"I know Sheila, but I'll be staying in the hotel tonight."

"Sheila," mom said hugging me, "you need to understand that your father is a very busy man. In fact, we should encourage him to make MORE business deals so that we won't ever have to worry about losing money again. Do you understand?"

She placed her delicate pointer finger under my chin and tilted it up ever so slightly which made me look at her bambi eyes.

"Yes mom," I replied with a small smile. 

I needed mom and dad on my side, because if they were against both Samantha and I, then I wouldn't be able to defend her.