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I was furious as I clenched my fist and walked toward her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

"Let go of me!!" she yelled but I kept walking and grabbing her arm. She looked mad but I wasn't about to have her dressed like a hoe and kissing Devin in front of everybody.

"Fuck you, Xavier, Let go of me!!"

She kept fighting her arm out of my grip and I was left with one option, to carry her on my shoulder. I paused and lifted her. I placed her on my shoulder and continued walking. She kicked her legs in the air and kept yelling. Damn, she had no idea how I want to drop her and run back to Devin to punch him where the sun don't shine.

Nah! Real men don't do that.

I pulled the car door open and lowered her in. I slammed the door angrily and got inside. I was raging and she had no idea how crazy she was driving me.

"Xavier I hate you!" She yelled.

"I feel the same!".

I was lying but I had to yell back to make her shut the fuck up. What I felt was great anger and irritation.

She scoffed and I hit the steering wheel. I exhaled and drove out. I needed her to remain quiet so I could think.

I turned to look at her and she was sobbing already. I jammed the accelerator and drove off. My phone buzzed and I came to a halt so I could pick up the call. It was Mom and I had to take the call.

"Xavier!" She yelled as soon as the call connected.

Jeeezzzzz! I think I would need a new ear.

"What the hell is Emily wearing and why is she kissing a random boy?"

Fuck, it was all over the internet already. I was thinking of hiding it but there was no way I could since she saw it already. "Mom—"

"Xavier is Emily drunk? Tell me what on earth is happening, I'm driving there immediately!"

"No, Mom wait. Mom—"

The call disconnected before I could give any explanation or say a thing. This was the last thing I needed, I couldn't even look Emily in the eyes without getting furious.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Emily?" I yelled at her as soon as I tossed the phone away. "Fvck it, you did kiss Devin. Girl, you fvcking kissed him dressed like a hoe." I paused and then continued.

She rolled her eyes and turned her face to the other side. Emily was getting on my nerves and she knew it. She enjoyed doing it and I hated that about her.

"I should have carried you back to change those clothes myself. I can't believe I let you talk your way into wearing it!" I said still yelling.

She didn't respond to me, she just remained quiet, whimpering. What on earth was that? Another of her acting abilities or trying to play the victim card? Well, for her information I wasn't getting it! Not now, not ever!

"See what you caused? You're so full of shit, I can't deal!!!"

I was angrier that she kissed Devin than I was about the dressing. I know I'm full of shxt myself but Emily had her way of acting like a crazy bxtch.

I didn't care about anything else, I didn't even see the need to ask why she smelt like soured milk. Fuck it, I'm just pissed she let that asshole kiss her.

I held the brake and sped off. She clutched her phone and started typing with her tears dropping on the screen. It irritated me to know she may be texting Devin and so I felt the urge to break her phone. I had to relax and calm my nerves so I didn't end up doing something stupid.

The moment I pulled in front of the house, she stormed out of the truck leaving her backpack. I turned off the ignition and grabbed her bag for her. I walked to the entrance and saw she already ran to Dad's arm.

"Emily?"

"Dad," she responded and ran to his arms sobbing.

"Emily, what happened?"

"What happened?" Mom asked and she kept crying.

They turned to look at me standing across and I just twitched my lips. I wasn't going to answer that so they better stop staring at me.

"I was searching for Xavier but I didn't see him, instead I saw Devin—" she hiccupped and continued sobbing. "I was tryna ask him if he saw Xavier but Nili walked in and poured sour milk on my body."

Oh fvck, the sour milk smell. At that moment, I realized I didn't even ask what happened, I just got pissed and yanked her to the car because I saw her kiss Devin.

"She lied it was a mistake and started spreading a rumor saying I am a nerd and lesbian."

"Oh my God," Mom responded with a frustrated sigh. "And the clothe?"

"I'm sorry Mom, I only kissed him because I wanted to prove I'm not a lesbian."

Mom turned to me and Dad did the same. "So where were you?"

I knew I was going to get blamed for letting her wear those clothes and for all the mess she already caused.

"Xavier you're supposed to take care of her."

I know that I am trying and she keeps making everything get harder.

I stood there without saying a word. I looked at Emily and she smirked. She was playing the victim game so well and I just couldn't believe her.

"So you don't look after her at school or you bully her too?" Mom asked.

What?! No freaking way! I won't do such a thing....well, not anymore and that was some months ago. I would love to protect Emily with all my life and not want her to get into any issues again.

"I do but she—"

"She what? You're the older sibling and the one with the responsibility to look after your sister. This is not acceptable!"

"For you Emily," Mom said and turned to her. "You're grounded for kissing a boy."

"But Mom I—"

"I don't want to hear anything! It is final! Who goes about kissing a boy so she can prove a point?"

I grinned and Dad turned to me. "I know what you are doing too."

That sentence sent a chill down my spine. I got worried Dad knew something about the drug dealing or what I did to Emily. I couldn't afford to let him find out about any of them, he'd kill me.

I already made over $320 and was saving to get the whole shit settled. I kept thinking of the possibilities and what could happen if he truly found out.

"How long did you think you could hide it?" Dad trailed me off my thought and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"We know you've been taking a lot of soda lately and you've had a high sugar consumption."

A surge of relief flushed through me knowing it was soda he knew of and not drugs or what I did to Emily.

"Oh, uh—" I blurted.

I couldn't afford to snitch on Emily too. She was the one who had the cans of Soda ordered and she's been the one consuming the whole sugar they talked about.