Chapter2

#Chapter2

I hate the male species so fucking much sometimes.

/"Your perverted brother/" I state dryly as I look down at the golden haired girl

Unfortunately the two of them look pretty similar considering the fact that they are two different genders.

I blame the genes.

She groans at this with annoyance, digging her nails into my thighs.

Sure, use my thighs as stress balls.

/"Ugh, What do you want Jacob?/" Lynnex groans out from under me

Her younger brother is silent for a few moments before finally finding his voice.

/"I love women/" he breathes out, taking a long pause between each word

I laugh at his confession while the golden haired girl groans with annoyance since he interrupted us for basically no reason at all.

/"And I like men, that doesn't explain why you interrupted us/" I question since he seems to be paying more attention to me than his sister

Well more so my breasts but they're a part of me so I guess it counts.

/"Mom told me to tell you to tell your parents to call them, something about the call going to voicemail/" he informs me

I nod my head and motion with my hand for him to get out.

He rolls his eyes but leaves nonetheless.

/"Ugh, I swear he and I have different parents/" the brown eyed girl states as she stares up at me

I smile as I climb off of her so that she can sit up.

I go to check the time on my phone only to read a text message from my mother saying that she is waiting outside.

/"My mother is here/" I tell her as I slip off her bed

/"Thank goodness!/" She practically praises

I quickly slip on my black and white converse before grabbing my cellphone and my mom's book.

The golden haired begins to make her way out of her bedroom, rolling her small suitcase behind her.

/"Do you have everything?/" I ask her since she tends to forget things whenever she stays at my house

One time she left a bra at my house.

A bra!

How do you forget your own bra?!

/"Yes ma'am/" she teases mockingly

I roll my eyes at her but help her carry her suitcase down the ridiculously large staircase anyway.

As we descend down the staircase I do not miss the small glare that her mom gives us.

I mentally groan at this.

Ugh, I bet that she is going to scold her about her clothes.

/"What the hell are you wearing?/" Mrs. Williams whisper yells since her husband is currently taking a nap in the living room

I roll my eyes at this.

She has a deadbeat husband, which she is upset about, so she takes that internalized anger and pushes it onto her daughter.

You would be surprised how many parents do it without even realizing it.

/"A hoodie and leggings/" Lynnex replies as if it were obvious

I smirk to stop myself from laughing out loud.

Her mother raises an angered brow at her which immediately wipes the smirk off of my face.

I take a step towards the golden haired girl to protect her if anything were to happen.

Her mother has serious anger issues.

/"You're not leaving this house looking like that,/" her mother states

I glare at the older woman as she analyzes and scrutinizes her own daughter.

/"Why aren't you wearing makeup? We've talked about this-/" her mother continues to put her down

I glance over towards Lynnex who is fuming with anger.

From the angered red color on her face to the way her fingernails are digging into help palms I quickly decide to cut this conversation short.

/"I'm sorry to interrupt, but my mother is waiting outside/" I tell the woman

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath of air before relaxing her face.

/"Fine, we'll talk about this when you get home/" she says

Her mother walks off, her heels clicking against the marbled flooring.

I grab Lynnex's hand so that I can quickly get her out of this toxic environment.

Once we are out in the cold November night I release a breath of relief.

That could have gotten really ugly.

Too bad I cannot legally have Lynnex stay with me, believe me I have tried.

Long story short her mother called the cops and claimed that we 'kidnapped her'.

Why would I kidnap my best friend?!

I mean, yes we took her away from her home and kept her in ours, but she came along willingly!

My parents would literally kill me if I kidnapped someone.

Apparently it's a running theme in our family, first it was mom then it was my older sister Hanna.

We try not to bring it up around Hanna, although it happened six years ago it still haunts her.

I continue to lead the girl towards my mother's awaiting car.

I go to let go of the brown eyed girl's hand only for her to hold it tighter.

What?

I turn to face her only for my heart to constrict in my chest when my eyes land on her broken facial expression.

I shake my hand out of her tight grasp and place them on her cheeks so that she is looking me straight in the eyes.

I hope that my hands are not too cold on her face.

/"Don't listen to her, she is just upset that her husband isn't who she thought he was,/" I assure the brown eyes girl

She nods her head but she doesn't seem to believe me.

/"Hey,/" I whisper so that she meets my eyes again

/"Believe me when I say that you're beautiful,/" I tell her

She nervously bites her bottom lip as her eyes never stray away from mine.

/"Because you're so fucking beautiful, Lynn/" I praise as I use her nickname

She takes a few moments to nervously scan my face only for a small smile to breakthrough her nervous exterior.

I nod my head before ushering her in the car and placing her suitcase in the trunk of my mother's car.

I practically jump into the car which causes my mother and Lynnex to laugh at me.

/"I think that you may be acting a little over dramatically/" my mother suggests as she begins to reverse out of the driveway

/"Mother, I don't think you understand how cold it is out there/" I tell her as I put emphasis on the word 'understand'

Lynnex laughs at my dramatic nature.

/"Isabella, it's literally going to be thirteen degrees tonight/" my mother states with an eye roll

Thirteen degrees?!

Ugh.

/"Don't worry, I'll be there to cuddle you incase you start shaking like a scared chihuahua/" My best friend teases

I turn in my seat to glare at the smirking girl only for it to turn into a smile when she I meet her childlike facial expression.

I am so glad that the universe decided to make the two of us best friends.

I couldn't have asked for a better friend.