Christin Solomon
Chapter 11-Family Forgotten, or Tried to Forget
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Most of you seem to like James so far, glad to hear it! So who did Mr. Solomon call when everybody was SUPPOSED to be asleep? Read the chapter and find out! Lol!
Christin's POV
I was walking down the aisle in the middle of the Mess Hall. James was walking behind me; I couldn't get enough of his presence. The Mess Hall doors opened and who I spotted on Macey Mc Henry's spoon made me spin around. Five of my cousins were there, Michealo, Nicola, Alessandro, Carissa, and Caleb Sanendora, my mom's side of the family who I had no problem forgetting to call, write, text, or e-mail. Michealo was strutting in the lead and we held each other's gazes as they started walking toward me.
"Aw, these are our new arrivals." Mrs. Morgan announced in the microphone. I spun around and stormed toward my father.
"Dad!" I yelled, forgetting there were many people in the room. My dad looked perfectly normal, but he knew what was coming, and was probably bracing himself for the worst.
"Yes Christin?" He asked in a completely calm tone.
"This isn't funny." I growled, if I ever looked like my mother, I bet my life I looked like her now. My dad slightly, oh so slightly flinched as if it was my mom and not me standing in front of him in a rage.
"No one is laughing Christin, what is the joke?" Nah ah, my dad wasn't getting out of this with a little bit of humor on his side.
"Why? Are? My? Cousins? Here?" I said carefully, separating each word for emphasis. My daddy sighed and said, "Why don't you ask them yourself?"
"Ok" His eyes widened as if he could see the plan running through my mind.
"If it isn't our cute baby cousin?" Caleb cooed, my hand snapped out, I grabbed his collar, and pulled his face to my level.
"This baby cousin knows many, many, many different ways to kill you right now, I suggest you shut up." I shoved him back and he backed off, smart boy.
"Not happy to see us?" Michealo taunted, but instantly averted my glare. My cousins looked a ton like me, the only things really varying were age and gender.
"Carissa, Nicola, and Caleb, why don't you go get settled in?" Alessandro recommended, predicting what was coming. My cousins backed out of the room warily, wondering why they were being forced not to see.
"You two, talk now." I commanded. James was standing by my father and seemed to be whispering.
"Can't this be a little more private?" Michealo asked in Italian. I nodded and stepped between them as I started to stalk out of the Mess Hall. When I was about two feet from the door, Alessandro made a big mistake.
"Guess there's no big brothers for us to hide behind." He whispered. I spun around, grabbed his collar, and rammed him against the wall, his feet a foot off the ground.
"Yeah, because those big brothers would've been real men and faced the challenge, unlike you, because you have no balls what so ever." There were two cousins I couldn't put up with, Alessandro being one of them. I went out of the Mess Hall and sprinted to the P&E barn where there was a punching bag, poor thing.
"Why are you here?" I demanded as Michealo entered. He leaned against the wall, staying in the shadows.
"Your daddy called." He said in a sing song voice, still speaking in Italian. My mom was Italian and that made me half Italian and I loved the language like nothing else.
"Why?" I slipped into the familiar language and felt suddenly safer as I gained half the ground I had lost.
"Apparently somebody has a boyfriend and since Shawn and Shane and-"
"Don't say that name." I cut him off; he looked at me for a second before continuing carefully.
"Since your brothers aren't here, he wanted someone to look a little threatening, to warn James not to hurt you." Michealo finished and approached the punching bag from behind and held it in place as I took out my frustration on the tough leather.
"Fine, but if you hurt him and he hasn't done anything . . ." I gave my cousin the one and only warning he would receive. No one was going to touch my James.
"Understood" Michealo agreed and we went on in silence, the only sound was the harsh thump of my punches.
"I'm not here to replace Shawn, Christin, I promise." Michealo finally said, offering the most comfort he could at the moment, I stopped punching and we stared at each other.
"I know" I finally answered, he nodded, and after a few moments, we both left the P&E barn and went back in the mansion. Guess who was in my room?
"That boyfriend of yours is smoking hot." Carissa gushed, I glared at her.
"Touch him and you're dead." I warned, she rolled her eyes, and tried to smile menacingly, but my glare stopped that expression in its tracks.
"Why don't you want to share with me?" Carissa asked, faking her hurt.
"Because I know exactly what you are. Do not go near my boyfriend or I'll kick your butt all the way to Antarctica where it belongs. Now out of my room." I pointed to the door. She huffed, but went out none the less. There were reasons I tried to forget my cousins.
********************************* Later that Night************************************
"You're exaggerating." James said. I threw the baseball up and caught it again.
"No, I'm not." I had been explaining to him why I had such a dislike toward my cousins. One, none of us ever got along. Two, they were more of my brother's cousins then mine. Three, and most important, we never, ever left each other on good terms, except me, Nicola and Michealo (most of the time).
"I bet I know what would make it all better." James said, catching the baseball, setting it on the floor, and leaning over me.
"I bet you do." I replied right before he kissed me.
A/N: I don't know if I really like this chapter. Why did Christin get all defensive when Michealo was listing her brother's names, which that answer will come in later chapters. Please Review!