Hey guys! Ok, I know I took a while in updating this chapter but since school started I've been real busy…Homework is piling up and it really sucks. I'll try to update as soon as I can but I don't know how long that is. Most likely two to three weeks. But give me a break, okay? Being a teenager is really hard with parents breathing down your neck and constant guy problems. Anyway, keep the reviews coming coz they totally help. I need to know that enough people are interested in reading this story. Otherwise, I'm just wasting my time writing this story and what's the point in that?
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I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like complete shit. I was awake half the night, thinking about my life. I didn't know what caused me to act that way. The minute I saw my father, all the hurt I'd kept bottled inside of me just came hurtling out. It's funny how life works. The people who have the perfect lives seem to be the people who least deserve it. And people like me, who never did any harm to anyone, gets all the unfairness of the world. I had to admit that I was surprised by what Justin did yesterday. I didn't think he cared. I supposed I misjudged my brothers a little. After all, it was not their decision to send me away. I tiredly rubbed my eyes. It was only eleven thirty in the morning. Taking off my robe, I opened the shower curtain and stepped in. Turning on the hot water, I moved under the hard spray. I let the water pour down my back, watching as it slithered through my stomach and onto my legs. I sighed and rested my head onto the tiled wall. There was no reason for me to stay here. For the life of me, I still could not figure out why my father wanted me live here with him so much. He clearly hated me. It was more than evident from the way he treated me yesterday. I really hoped Justin wouldn't tell anyone what he saw yesterday. I can't believe I actually cried in front of him. He probably thinks I'm a total crybaby. God, can this get anymore embarrassing?
An hour and a half later I emerged from the bathroom feeling much better. I sighed as I sat down on my bed. I still felt a bit sick and I could feel my body temperature rising. I slept for another few hours, waking up at around four in the afternoon. I was starving but didn't feel like going downstairs. I grabbed the phone next to me and dialed the kitchen phone number. I barely remembered it but after a few tries I finally got it.
"Hello?" an unfamiliar female voice answered.
"Hi. Umm…this is Serena Monaco. I was…wondering if you could…umm…send up some food up to my room. I would come down but I'm not feeling great. Is that okay?" I muttered into the phone.
"Certainly Miss. Monaco. Is there anything in particular you need?"
"You can ask Mrs. Locust. She knows what I like."
"All right ma'am, someone will be right up with your food."
I thanked the girl and hung up the phone. I snuggled back down under the warm covers and stared up at the ceiling. I had not eaten the whole day, so my stomach ached a bit. I sighed impatiently and glanced at the door, wondering what was taking so long. I was famished, and a hungry Serena was never a pretty sight. After waiting awhile, I grew restless. I was about to grab the phone again when someone knocked on the door.
"It's open." I yelled out. "Took you long enough." I muttered to myself.
The door slammed open, revealing a grinning Justin. He was carrying two boxes of pizza.
"Hey Serena," he greeted, barging into my room as if we were the best of friends "What's up?"
"What are you…I asked for…how…" I sputtered, my mouth wide open in surprise.
Justin grinned "I was in the kitchen grabbing a quick bite when you called. Being the charming gentleman I am, I decided to do Mrs. Locust a favor and decided to buy some pizza and shit for you. I decided to buy some for myself since I'll probably get hungry watching you eat."
I stared at him blankly.
"Oh wait! You like pizza right? I forgot to ask. If you don't like it, I could go out and quickly grab something else…" He trailed off.
"No that's okay. Pizza's good." I smiled and moved the covers over so Justin could sit.
He smiled back and sat down on the bed, putting the boxes in front of him.
The door opened again. This time it was Jake, and he wasn't smiling.
"Dude! What the hell? You totally ditched me out there. I had to carry this damn shit all the way up. Not cool, man." He said, pointing irritably to the grocery bags he were carrying.
"I carried the pizzas" Justin retorted.
"The pizzas are light."
"I still carried something."
"You're such a wuss. You can't even carry a few grocery bags."
"Loser"
"Ass-hole"
"Dick head"
"Shit face"
"Poo licker"
"Pussy muncher"
"At least I get some. The only action you get is from guys." Justin snickered.
I'd had enough. I was starving and I wasn't in the mood to see my older brothers fight like a pair of five year olds. Wait! What am I saying? Five year olds are probably mature compared to these two.
"Guys! Quit it! I'm starving. Let me get some food into my stomach and then you guys can argue all you want."
Jake glared at Justin and came and sat down on the bed next to me. I grabbed a pizza slice, gobbling it down quickly. I reached for my second slice when I noticed that my brothers were staring at me.
"What?" I mumbled between bites "I'm hungry"
Laughing, they each grabbed their own slices.
I had to hand it to them. They had excellent taste in food. Everything from chocolate covered strawberries to triple fudge chocolate had been purchased. There were Doritos, Snicker bars, Gatorade and fries. It was a meal fit for a girl. I knew I was supposed to be 'hating' them, but after last night, I realized I totally misjudged them. And hey, anybody who buys me food is automatically in my good books.
We talked for hours, laughing and teasing each other. I had to admit I felt better than I did in weeks. Neither of my brothers brought up the subject of our father, and I really appreciated that. I soon found myself telling them about my life in Hamilton. I told them about my friends, the crazy things we did. I told them about Grandma's chocolate chip cookies (they're to die for) and about Grandpa's corny jokes (he finds them on the internet). I found an overprotective side in my brothers when I told them about my first boyfriend.
"How many boyfriends have you had so far?" Jake questioned, munching on a donut.
I shrugged. "Around eight"
"Eight! How old are you? Like fourteen? It should be against the law to have so many boyfriends" he fumed.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sixteen, Jake. Besides, how many girlfriends have you had? Like a hundred?"
"That's different! I'm a guy."
"So?" I raised my eyebrows.
"But you're my sister!" he exclaimed.
"So?" I asked again.
"You're still a virgin, right?" Justin inquired.
"Justin!" I hit him with a pillow.
"What? I'm just asking."
"You don't ask girls that! Especially not your sister." I scolded him.
"Sorry" he grinned sheepishly. "So, does that mean that you are a virgin?"
I threw a pillow at his head.
"OW!" He exclaimed, rubbing his head.
"Don't tell me that actually hurt!" I giggled, "You're such a weakling."
Jake rolled his eyes. "You don't know the half of it. He always wimps out whenever there's a fight."
"Hey!" Justin protested, "That's not fair. You guys can't team up on me."
I wiggled my eyebrows "Why not?"
He grabbed another pillow and whacked me on the face with it. I yelped, almost falling off the bed. I mock glared at Justin. "Oh, it's on, buddy"
I took the pillow nearest to me and smacked Justin. Jake joined it, too and soon we were running around my bedroom, hitting each other with pillows and wrestling each other. Jake took a hold of my arms and Justin had a grip on my legs. They swung me back and forth, making me laugh harder. I shrieked, pretending that I was going to throw up. They immediately dropped me and I landed on the floor with a thud. I made a beeline for the door, sticking my tongue out at them. I quickly darted out into the hallway, running towards the staircase. I looked behind me and saw that they were running after me, armed with pillows in each hand. Uh-oh. I was completely helpless. I needed to act fast. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. The living room had plenty of cushions. Enough for me to win the pillow fight. Yes. I laughed gleefully, scampering towards the living room. I managed to reach there before either of my soon-to-be-murdered brothers caught up with me. I banged open the doors that led to the living room, a huge grin on my face. Big mistake.
My oldest brother, Matt, was there. But it wasn't just him. A group of young people sat around him. They looked as though they'd just stepped fresh off the cover of Vogue. They were all gorgeous! But that was not the worst part. No siree. The worst part was that Darien Shields was there. Yup. The devil himself. And boy, did he look amused.
"Uh…I was just…just…" I stammered. Oh God! Please kill me and kill me now!
My infamous twin brothers chose that moment to run into the room. I winced knowing how stupid we must look. All three of us had feathers in our hair, sticking out from all ends. My hair had not been brushed since morning, I had not one ounce of make-up on and I was in my pajamas. Imagine going to a Golden Globe party and standing next to all those super beautiful celebrities in worn out rags. That's how I felt.
I was beyond embarrassed. But my brothers thought this situation was hilarious.
"Hey, Matt," Justin greeted.
Matt nodded in akowledgement.
"Who's the girl?" one of the guys inquired, looking me up and down. He was cute, with dirty blonde hair and nice, broad shoulders.
"This is Serena, our sister." Jake announced, putting his arm around me, shooting a warning glance at the guy. I suppressed a smile. Jake was too protective for his own good.
"Hey princess, nice outfit. But isn't it a bit too late for you to be running around in your pj's?" Darien commented.
I shot him a dirty look. Trust Darien to make me look bad in any situation.
"You two know each other?" One of the girls who were sitting next to Darien asked. She had platinum blonde hair (obviously dyed) and waaay too much make-up on. She was clinging to Darien's arm quite painfully.
"Sere and I go way back. Don't we, princess?" Darien asked softly, looking right at me.
I blushed and quickly looked away, hoping nobody noticed. Justin cleared his throat. "Uh anyway, sorry about barging in like that, guys. We were just having a pillow fight. Which, of course, I was winning." He winked.
"Oh hell, no. I was so kicking your ass back there." I retorted.
"No way!"
"Yuh-uh"
"Wanna fight about it?"
"Bring it on buddy." I challenged.
"I will" Justin swooped down and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I yelped, trying to get down.
"Bye guys. I would stay longer but I have fight to win" Justin saluted, walking out the door.
Jake followed soon after, and I heard the doors close. Justin put me down. "Whew," he said, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. "The tension was pretty think in there."
"Yeah, I noticed it, too." Jake nodded "The girls were glaring at you and the guys looked as though they could eat you up with a spoon."
"Huh?" I was confused "Why?"
"Jeez, Sere," Justin shook his head. "Whaddaya think? The dudes are clearly taken with you and the ladies are jealous. The Monaco family is known for their good looks." He puffed out his chest "Especially me."
"Riiiight" I rolled my eyes. "But I didn't see any of the guys checking me out. Well, except for that guy who asked you who I was. But he was just curious."
"That's because you were too busy staring at Darien." Jake snickered.
I punched his arm "I totally wasn't."
Justin laughed. "Its okay, Sere. Besides, I don't think Darien exactly minds. Though I'm sure that blonde hussy of his does."
We walked back up the stairs. They continued to tease me about Darien and I continued to pretend I didn't care. But I did; I cared a lot, and that's what scared me the most.