The Gang Leader's Iris

10// Love isn't real

"Where are you going?" I ask, before sipping my orange juice.

"Denver; we will, hopefully, be back by this time next week." Sam answers, continuing to pack her bags.

"Can I have Mahogany over?" I ask, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.

"Sure, but no boys." she says, zipping her suitcase. "You'll have the house to yourself until tomorrow or Wednesday; depending on how long Westly stays at Mark and Noah's."

"Really?"

"Yep." she says, popping the 'p'. "No parties."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Samantha!" Leon shouts, walking into the bedroom. "We need to leave." she nods and kisses my forehead.

"I left emergency money on the top of the fridge." she informs as I trail behind her. "You can use it for food and stuff like that." I nod, placing one of her bags in the trunk. "Call us if something happens and we will be back as soon as possibles." She continues to rant until Leon pushes her into the car and shuts the door.

He sighs before turning to me and hugging me. "All I require is that you don't skip school and if you do don't get caught." he pecks the top of my head. "Oh and nothing illegal; don't want to give you know who a heart attack."

"I'll try not to." I wink once he lets go. "Bye." I walk back up to the porch and into the house after they drive off. After entering the house I run up to my room and change into something more comfy. Basically just black compression shorts, a sports bra, and bright yellow fuzzy socks. Once all changed I call Mahogany and tell her to come over asap.

Currently I am curled up on the couch watching Clueless and eating some Cheetos. The doorbell rings right when Miss. Geist and Mr. Hall kiss in the parking lot. One of the best parts by the way.

I sigh and get up heading in the direction of the door after pausing the movie. When I open the door an all too familiar pair of gray eyes lock with mine. "What are you doing here?"

"Your parents called my dad and asked him to check up on you." He answers, walking into the house. "So he sent me to do the job. You have a tattoo?" He asks, looking at my side.

"Yeah, I have several."

"Can I see them?" He wiggles his eyebrows and leans against the wall.

"No." I say, dryly. I try, but fail miserably, to pull him back to the door. "Well now that you see I am perfectly fine you can leave." I huff, still trying to get him out.

"Nah, I'd rather stay." he walks into the living room and plops down on the couch. "Clueless." he nods, propping his feet up on the coffee table. I groan and curl up next to him, laying my head on the arm of the couch and un-pause the movie.

"This is the best part." Ian states, pointing at the T.V. screen . "Two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine holiday fun." he says along with the Travis.

"No, it's not." I sit up and shake my head.

"Than what is?" He asks.

"I'll tell you when it gets to the part." I retort and continue watching. About three minutes later, I sit up straight and slap his chest before clearing my throat. "'What the hell is that?' 'A dress.' 'Says who?' 'Calvin Klein.' 'It looks like underwear.'" I recite, Ian burst into a fit of laughter as I stare at the T.V.

"How many times have you seen this movie?"

"Oh, I don't know, 30 maybe 35 times." I guesstimate. "It's only my all time favorite movie. Now shhh. This is when Josh shows some of the signs of being in love."

"And what are those signs?"

"Jealousy, overprotective, being whipped, wanting to spend all or most over your time with said person," I blabber, cuddling my fluffy blanket. "and finally the feeling of sparks when you touch. You have to have, at least, one or two of the first four and the last one to be labeled as in love." He snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Love isn't real."

"I know." I agree, stretching.

"Wait, but you-"

"Loves not real, it's too much of a fairy tale to be a reality. Yet, in the movies they make it seem real." I cut him off, laying my head on his shoulder. "I like to think that one day I'll get at least a sliver of it."

He mutters something, but I didn't quite catch it. We watch the rest of the movie and when we're about to choose another to watch the doorbell rings. "I'll get it." I state, getting up. "Put on School Of Rock."

When I open the door I smile at the sight of a curly, orangey blonde mane. "Mags, finally you're here." I exaggerate, pulling her in the house. "Your brother won't leave."

"Ethanial Mathew Rider, why are you here?" Mag scolds and I chuckle.

"Your name is Ethanial?" I continue to laugh while the slightest blush spreads to Ian's cheeks.

"Yeah, Olivia." I stop laughing when that distasteful name rolls off his tongue. "Not so funny, now?"

"Never call me that." I say with the straightest face I can muster.

"Your name is Oli-"

"Don't say it." I cut Mahogany off, plopping back down on the couch. "Never, ever, say it."

"Well how come he knew it, but I didn't?" She asks, putting a hand on her hip.

"I didn't tell him he, um, knew my brother." I click on School Of Rock and lay my head on Ian's shoulder. "Now, shut up and watch the movie."

"One question." I give her a look that says to continue. "What's that scar from?"

"Nothing." I lie. "Now, shut up and watch the movie."

"But I-"

"Movie!" I cut her off, grabbing a blanket and laying it over the three of us.