The Key to her Heart

Chapter Three

When Aunt Hannah pulled out our driveway I went to my room and started counting my money. Altogether I had one hundred and twenty dollars. It's close but not close enough. I put the money back in my wallet and my wallet back in my bag. I pull off my shirt and leap on my bed with my phone, careful not to land on one of Molly's dolls (she still hasn't came to clean up her toys).
I get on Instagram and start checking out some girls. It kept me occupied for a little while but not as much as I thought it would. Someone knocked on my door and cracked it open. Molly stuck her head through the crack of the door and looked at me.
"You can come in you know." I said.
Molly smiles and enters my room. She walked to my bed and picked up her princess doll. She then started to look around and a confused look grew on her face.
"Where is the prince?" She asked.
I look around in front of me. I didn't see him either. So I move some of my sheets and pillows but he was still missing.
"Look under the bed." I suggest as I turn over.
I looked around the rest of my bed (the parts of the bed that was behind me) for the prince but didn't see him. Huh, that was weird, we just had him a few minutes ago. Molly raised up her hair pointing in every direction, I chuckle a little.
"What?" She asked.
"Come here." I said.
Molly came closer to my bed and leaned over a little. I scooter closer to her and fixed her rebellious hair. I then kissed her on the forehead. I love this girl and she is the only girl I need in my life.
"I can't find him." I said after studying her.
We looked alike so much that if it wasn't for our genders difference and our age difference you could tell us apart.
"Me either." She said, starting to sound sad.
I felt bad for her.
"Well when I find the doll I'll go put in your room where you can see it." I promised.
"Okay." Molly said rubbing her eyes.
She was just in second grade and I think it's beating her ass because she's been coming home tired a lot.
"How's school going for ya?" I asked.
Molly frowned.
"I wish I could find the person who made school and kick him the shin." Molly remarked.
I think we've all been there.
"Yeah well . . ."
I honestly didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie to her and say that school gets better because it really doesn't. Molly yawned as she started cleaning up her toys. It took her about five minutes to transfer everything back to her room.
"Okay well I'm gonna go to bed see you tomorrow." She said after she was done cleaning up.
Molly then walks out my room.
"Goodnight." I said as she walked out.
"Night!" I hear her say in the hall.

The next day comes and I had woke up with a harsh slap on my bare chest. It woke me straight up out of a wet dream. It was good too. When I open my eyes I see my sister sitting next to me on my bed in her uniform. She had her hair pulled up into a shiny tight pony tail and she had on her backpack.
"Wake up stupid head!" She said.
I gasp dramatically and she laughs. I quickly grab her and tickle her. She screamed at me, telling me to stop as she tried to wiggle her way out of my grasp. I then grab her waist and put her in the bed with me and turn over, my arm around her, I even had the sheet over our heads. We laid there for a few seconds in silence.
"You know I have to go to school today right?" Molly asked.
"I know." I say cuddling her a little tighter.
"Alex I love you too but I have to go!" Molly stressed.
"Okay, okay." I say letting my sister go.
She slapped my stomach and I groaned.
"Have a good day meanie." I said.
"Okay, you too." She said.
I smile at her as I watch her leave my room. Today's is a Wednesday so I don't have to go to school until Ten. I sit up and look at the clock. It was seven forty five. I sigh and get up out of my bed and make my way to my dresser.
I open a drawer and get a pair of boxers and then walk to my closet. I open the door and grab a pair of jeans and a graphic tee with a blue and white flannel.
I then walk out my bedroom to the bathroom. When I enter the bathroom I noticed that I was out of body wash. Damn it! I then noticed that Dads body wash was brand new and I liked some of the smells he used.
So I sit down my clothes on the counter and grab Dads body wash from the side of the tub and open it. I smelled it and it smelled very . . . manly. I see why Mom was always huddled up against him. I liked the scent and I'm pretty sure Dad wouldn't mind me using it. I put the body wash down and turn on the shower.
I look at my reflection in the mirror and noticed that I had a hand print on my abs. Damn, Molly have done me wrong, leaving marks on me. When I reach my hand in the shower to check the water I quickly snatched it out. The water was scorching. I look down and see the steam raising up from the tubs floor.
Wow. I turn on the cold water (full blast) in exchange for the hot water. Once the water was ready I pull my bottoms off and step in the shower. The water felt refreshing on my skin as it trickles down my spine. It felt as if I was walking through a waterfall. Leaning back against the wall behind me I let the water soak my dark brown hair (it was time for me to wash it anyway).
I grab the body wash and read the label on the front of it. I didn't want to use actual shampoo for my hair because we only had Pantene and that shit smelled girly! The label said that I could use it as a shampoo so that's exactly what I did, making sure I scrubbed my scalp.
Once I was done I then used the body wash to wash my actual body. It felt good to be clean again. Once I was done washing my body I turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. I got my white towel that hung on a towel rack behind the bathroom door and dried down. I pet my wet hair and look at myself in the mirror.
My sisters handprint was now painted red on my skin. I shake my head and smile as I replay the memory in my head. She looked adorable in her uniform, always had been ever since she entered kindergarten. After a while of looking at myself in the mirror I grab my boxers and put them on. I hear the front door close which meant that Dad was back from dropping Molly off at school.
After I was dressed I open the bathroom door and make my way back to my room. I throw the bottoms I wore yesterday in my dirty clothes bin and walk to my dresser and when I got there I kicked something. What the-? I look down and see something yellow. It looked like plastic molded into hair.
One of my old action figures? I bend down and grab the thing and discover that it was my sisters doll. I did this thing get down there? Then I start to remember me waking up in the middle of the night because something hard had stabbed me in the back. I remember pulling that something out from behind and throwing it on the floor.
I chuckle a little. Mom then opens my bedroom door and pokes her head in.
"Morning sweetie, um, your Dad and I are going to work, there are bagels, waffles, bread, and cereal in the kitchen for you to eat for breakfast, and um, have a good day at school." Mom said tiredly.
"Okay." I said.
I stand up straight and walk towards Mom. I open my door wider and hug her.
"I love you and have a good day at work." I whisper in her ear.
I feel Moms cheeks rise against the side of my neck which meant she was smiling.
"Thank you son." She mumbled.
When I release her and I see that she is struggling to keep her eyes open I realize that she is tired.
"Mom are you sure you can work today?" I asked.
"Mm—y-y-yeah." Mom said.
Mom starts to walk off but I grab her wrist.
"Are you sure?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.
"Yes." Mom said. "Once again have a good . . . . . . day . . . at school."
Mom smacks her lips tiredly and walks down the hall towards Dad. I see him and I wave at him and he smiles at and waves back.
"Have a good day Dad!" I yell down the hall.
"Back at ya!" Dad called back to me.
I smile before I close my bedroom door. My phone dinged and I picked it up from my bed. I had got a text from two people, one was from Rodgers and the other was from someone's user name on Instagram that I didn't recognize. Things like this usually don't happen to me like this and when they do it's just some thirsty girl asking me to meet her somewhere so I can make her vagina happy. I tap the notification and my phone takes me to Instagram. There in the chat was two pictures and a message that read 'Done!' I take a better look at the pictures sent to me and realize that it's my essay. Is this the girl who's supposed to write my essay . . . I've got to give this girl a new nickname. Her user name was girlobbessedwithaboyband_2020. I message her back asking who she is and how did they find my Instagram page, just to be safe.
Moments had passed leaving me clueless as to who it was I was talking to. The mystery girl then left me a message saying that they were the girl who I asked to write my essay she also asked if I knew her name.
'No.' I reply.
She started typing again.
'It's Emmie and you were on my explore page.'
'Well Emmie, I'm Alex, nice to meet you . . . over text.'
Emmie started to type again but then she stopped. She started once again then stopped. I then get a text message from her saying;
'Nice to meet you. So are we still doing what we said we were doing??'
I was confused. What did I say we were doing? That's when it hits me.
'Oh shit, yes!' I text back.
She replied with a smiling emoji and said;
'Cool, I'll be watching.'
Now that sounded weird NOT saying that Emmie is a weird girl because she isn't, she's a cool girl from what know about her. She has never gotten into a school fight, has never had her name fly out of anyone's mouth saying that she did something that they don't like so yeah to me she's a cool girl. I then exit out of Instagram and went to my messages to see what Rodgers texted me. It was a picture of his outfit with a message asking what I thought about the outfit. It was a red collared shirt and black jean shorts with red and black shoes.
It was nice, fresh. I tell him;
'It's dope dawg, what's the accession?'
He doesn't reply immediately so that gives me time to put on my shoes and go to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. I was in the middle of pouring my cereal when he text me back. I don't put the cereal down I just continue to pour the cereal and once I was done I read the message.
'It's none of your business!!'
I smile at my screen and type 'okay' and send it to him. I look at the clock as I start to eat my cereal and see that it's now nine o'clock. I still have like an hour and thirty minutes left before I have to head to school. My phone dings again and I read the message I got from Rodgers.
'Ay, lets meet up at the park or somethin.'
I sigh and agree to go to the park with Rodgers after all I don't have anything else to do, before I head off to school.