Alright we'll here in chapter 4. Things get awkward but they'll smooth out. C'mon guys, I need reviews!

--Kita--

Chapter 4-The Pizza Experience

Sasha's POV

When I entered the house, I noticed my little brother Anthony laying on the floor playing PS2. He was playing 'Need for Speed 2'. I loved that game. Hell, I loved any game that involved fast cars.

Me and Tony were close sibilings, considering I was five years older then him. I always looked out for him when he was picked on by other kids. And he was always there to make me laugh when I was having a hard time.

I heard my mom in the kitchen cursing to herself. I got up and walked in to see what all the commotion was about. I finally calmed down when I saw my mom waving her hand over the burning chicken over the stove. She's always burning the chicken, I thought to myself.

"Where's Marcus at?" I asked my mom, referring to my father. I never called him dad. He doesn't deserve that.

"Your FATHER is out. Probably drinking or at the garage." My mother responded, putting emphasis on the word 'father'. My "father" was never home. Either he was out at the bar or at some garage downtown. I think it was called DT Mechanics or something like that. "Do something with this chicken Sash. I can't." She said, walking out the kitchen.

"Mommy give me your keys and 20 bucks 'cuz there is nothing I can do with that." I replied, pointing to the now blackened food. My mom came back in and gave me $20 and the keys to the Sunfire.

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A few minutes later, I pulled up to the local pizza joint, Marco's. I walked up to the counter and ordered two large pizza's with extra cheese. I recognized out the corner of my eye that the last person I wanted to see was approaching me -- Jason. For a second, I had to picture what I was wearing to make sure I looked okay. I was wearing a black beater that actually fit my curves perfectly. I also wore green cargo parnts and black boots.

I turned to face Jason, annoyed that he happened to be everywhere I was nowadays. I could tell he was actually nervous about approaching me. He stuck his hands in pockets and looked down shyly.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, carrying my food to car and placing it in the passenger seat. Just as I expected, he was right behind me.

"Why are you such a bitch to me? I mean I've never done anything wrong to you. I'm not like those other guys over there. They're pricks. I'm not." He answered, pointing to his football buddies. He smiled at me sweetly, reassuring me he was a nice guy.

"Why are you talking to me? Don't you have some cheerleader to hit on or something?" I asked him rudely. That was all that came to mind at the time. I didn't mind him talking to me, I really liked it.

"Actually I don't." He responded quickly. There was an awkward silence between us, then he finally spoke. "You look nice today. I mean not that you don't look nice everyday, because you do, but you look nice today." he rambled on nervously. He was soo cute when he was shy.

"Uhh thanks. And I don't mean to be a bitch so much. It's just a part of me you're gonna have to get used to." I replied, not realizing that I was actually having conversation with this guy. I blushed a little as I pushed the stray hairs behind my ears.

"So you're gonna give me a chance to get used to it?" He asked, with a seductive grin flashing on his face.

"Maybe." I responded, getting into my car. I can't believe I was actually FLIRTING with him. This goes against everything I stand for. I left him standing there with that to think about as I drove off back home.

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"Ma, I'm back." I yelled as I entered the house. My mother, Maria, and my brother, Tony were both in the living watching some game show.

"What took you so long?" Tony questioned, grabbing a box of pizza out of my hand.

"Kinda got held up." I replied, taking a seat in the floor next to Tony.