Christin Solomon
Chapter 33-The Barbie Girl
A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews! A lot of you were sad to hear that I was ending this story and I decided I would sincerely try to make it to 40 chapters. Wish me luck!
****************************Three Months After the France Incident*************************
Christin's POV
Shane had been coming and going on many missions lately. I wasn't too pleased about how he was only at the Academy for a few days at a time before leaving again. But whenever I hacked into his mission's assignments and missions reports, nothing was out of the ordinary. My other brothers were here to help me train my little brothers and their girlfriends, though I traded off the girls with my dad sometimes. James went around helping other teachers. I glanced at the phone that lay a crossed from me on my bed. Was I brave enough to call Rosie after getting mad at her? Grant had been talking to her and she sounded alright. But Rosie could lie to her brother and anybody else she cared about without flinching. Maybe it was out of love and to protect them or just to make sure she could.
"You should try honey," My mom encouraged when she came inside my room to sit on the corner of my bed. I didn't respond to her. This conversation would be way less awkward with my dad. I loved my mom, I did. But my dad was mine. He was the one who raised me when everyone else had been torn from my tiny four year old arms.
"Maybe later," I pulled that excuse out of my hat for the millionth time. My mom shook her head and left my room. I threw my head back on to my pillow and sighed. My best friend was my only best friend, what was I going to do if I couldn't go rant to her or maybe show a little bit of my girly side? Probably go crazy until she suddenly called me to yank me back to reality. My mind played tug-a-war with my thoughts till Chris burst in my room.
"There's a five foot ten Barbie doll in the hallway who calls herself Shane's girlfriend!" He yelled. We were racing down the hall not a moment later to where my parents were talking to Shane and a girl who looked literally like a Barbie Doll! Her face was shiny like plastic and she was as pale as a cloud. Her blond hair was in a high pony tail and her blue eyes glowed creepily. Pink lipstick made her teeth glow like headlights. As skinny as a pole, I was wondering if she was on a grain of rice a day diet.
"Chris . . . I'm scared," I whispered to my brother. He nodded and wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a protective gesture; I rolled my eyes. Shawn made a two with his fingers behind his back and curled them to tell us to come forward. Crap.
"How many times do you think she bathes in a day?" Chris asked in Ancient Italian.
"Ten, fifteen tops," I responded in the same language. My mom glared and gave a hard shake of her head, not right now, very rude, and quit it. I looked at my daddy for support. He tapped the side of his leg five times, deal with it for now. So nobody was on our side, great.
"Hello! I'm Bailey!" She greeted excitedly and shook both our hands when Chris and I separated and even hugged me. I was about ready to pull the Jasper Daniels move on her but Shane gave me a warning look and begged me with his eyes to like her. Not. A. Frigin. Chance.
"I'm so glad to meet you! Shane has spoken so much about you!" She continued. I gave her a look like kiss my butt but she didn't seem to notice. Make it stop!
"We have to go in to town, now," I grabbed Chris's shoulder and towed him outside to my car where I began to gag on the perfume I had smelt when she hugged me. Chris held my hair back when I revealed the contents of my lunch. I must be allergic to her perfume because I have a stomach as tough as rhino skin and rarely, rarely hurled. After washing my mouth out with water, we jumped in my car and took off. I rolled the windows down and let the full force of wind calm me down. Chris offered his hand and I set my cell phone in it. He lazily began to play Tetris. Weird, he had that game on his phone. I finally stopped when I reached my dad's lake house. My big brother and I walked down to the edge of the water and sat, letting it wash around our bare feet.
"Why were you playing Tetris on my phone?" I questioned. He shrugged and glanced at my phone in his pocket, well that's not suspicious at all.
"No reason," He blew me off and at the moment, I didn't care.
"We need to get rid of her,"
"Tell me something I don't know,"
"I had snails in France one time, never again," We threw back our heads and laughed at my mistake that had cost me my stomach for three days straight.
"Well I put a hole in Shane's motorbike tire so he would stop cheating,"
"He was so ticked off when that happened! I thought he was going to punch you to Jupiter! Mom and dad had to know it was you!" We laughed harder.
"Shh, maybe they're not as smart as we think," He put his fingers to his lips and we glanced around as if looking for a bug, all for show.
"I kneed Jimmy Anders in the nuts when he tried to kiss me on the cheek," I admitted.
"You are on cruel girl. What did you blame it on? Bad reflexes?" Chris pretended to roll around in the grass as if he had been hit there.
"Actually, I did," Both of us began to laugh again. Then I remembered the brother who was back at the Academy with the Barbie Doll.
"Give me my phone," I commanded seriously. Chris smiled triumphantly and handed it to me. I dialed the number and waited, the phone was answered on the first ring.
"Yeah?" The voice asked.
"We have a problem Houston, I repeat; we have a problem that could possibly jeopardize the mission. Please report back to command center immediately," I hung up and smiled evilly to myself. Barbie Doll was going down, one way or the other.
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