Shattered Heart

Chapter 7: Good Impressions

Chapter 7: Good Impressions

Lea P.O.V. 

Since the 'Megan Incident', nobody really talked to me. Well, besides Emma and Sophie of course. But with all these clues, the same question just keeps popping back, does Brett Anderson really like me?

There's many possible evidence for this: he's offered to drive me home, he talked to me early in the morning when he usually doesn't talk to anyone, well at least that's what Emma said..., and his girlfriend-sort-of fling told me herself that he liked me. So it's possible right?

Though I'm still a bit sketchy since we've only met for like... a little more than 2 weeks? Ugh I really have to start thinking about other things.

Brett P.O.V. 

These past few days have been terrible. Mom and Dad have been arguing a ton. They travel around the world for different presentations, but the past few years, they've just been arguing. About countless amounts of things. Especially the fact that their company's investments and customers have dropped a ton these past few years.

Four years ago, Mom and Dad had a great business going. They had tons of customers and they would travel all over the world to give presentations. We had tons of money and a huge house. They had been living a dream to most people. Key word, had. We were all so happy, it was almost too good to be true. Scratch that. It was too good to be true. Turns out apparently my Dad was a player, just like me. He had an affair with one of the ladies at their company. Mom found out a couple months later, and fired the woman. However, she forgave Dad. Why did she do this? I have no idea. Couple weeks later, the woman that got fired blackmailed our company and my parents lost over 10k customers. The next few months sucked. We packed all our stuff and moved to a town house since that was the biggest they could afford. Obviously I couldn't tell anybody this, my ego and reputation were at stake. However with this, we bonded closer to each other. Dad promised to never do anything like that again, considering it was his fault.

I'm walking towards the living room to get some water, where the yelling continues. Since it's past my 'bedtime', I hide behind one of the walls and stick my head out a little to hear what's going on. 

"You spent more than a thousand dollars on this stupid purse!" My dad screams holding up a red leather purse with I guess diamonds that looked super expensive.

"It was on sale! I couldn't refuse." Mom tries to defend herself. Then she mumbles, "Its not like I haven't seen you buy things." I've always been on my mom's side. She was so kind to me and had time for me, no matter what.

At this point Dad is furious. I bet he's about to scream a ton of slutty words. Before I can react to anything, my ears get covered by soft warm hands. Grandma.

"C'mon little boy, you should go back to your room and sleep, while I handle these two." She dramatically points her arms toward my screaming parents while rolling her eyes. I nod my head and walk up the tiny stairs. Grandma has always been my soft spot. Maybe it was because of her jolly attitude, or maybe her hilarious comebacks against Dad, or maybe it was her cookies. Probably all. 

I slam my room shut and try to imagine away everything. Then, a girl with beautiful soft chestnut hair and bright greenish-hazel eyes pops into my mind. Ew, why was I thinking about her like that? And— oh sh-t! I totally forgot about the plan. I look around the room, hoping to find something useful, but I don't find anything. Ugh fine, my last resort. I grab my phone and dial Kendrick, the stalker. Kendrick told me he stole the Principal's address booklet and knew how to find anyone. This should help.