Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I handed her another daisy from the vase next to me. She smiled, grabbing it out of my hand to twirl it around her fingers. Her smile quickly faded as she watched the daisy dance in her hand. Silence filled the space between us.
“Why the sad face?”
“We’re not kids anymore, are we, Alejandro?” she asked, looking back up at me.
“Were we ever?”
“I’d like to believe so. You used to smile, laugh, and joke around. Now, you’re so serious all the time. It’s like you went from being fifteen to fifty in a matter of months. Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you happy. Where’s my brother? Where did he go?”
I met her gaze for a few seconds before deciding to look out in front of me. Avoiding the pain in her eyes.
“I’m with you right now.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“It sounded more like a statement to me, Amari.”
“Dad let you off his leash?”
I grinned, glancing over at her, laughing silently to myself.
She smiled, nudging my shoulder. “There he is. There’s Alejandro.”
“What are you doing up here?” I asked, changing the subject. “Where is your douchebag of a boyfriend?”
She shrugged, not paying any mind to my name-calling. She was used to it. No one would ever be good enough for my sister. Especially some pussy gringo guy.
“Michael and I are… I don’t know. We’re fighting, I guess. And no… I don’t need you to go rough him up.”
“Did I say a word?” I responded with my hands surrendered in the air.
“Don’t give me that look, brother. I know it works on your little hussies, but it doesn’t work with me. Have you talked to Sophia?”
“We were discussing Michael,” I simply stated.
“I don’t want to tell you. I don’t want you to hate him anymore than you already do.”
“Whether you tell me or not, I’ll find out. So, how about you save me the time and spit it out already?”
She rolled her eyes at me knowing I was right. I had never cared for Michael. Quite frankly, I wish the fucker would disappear. I had seen him staring at Sophia more times than I cared to count. The fact that he would disrespect my sister in front of her fucking face made it easy for me to dislike him. I never said anything to Amari because she was oblivious to it, and the last thing I wanted was to lose my sister over some asshole.
She sighed. “Do you promise to keep your cool? You won’t say anything to him? Or hurt him?”
I nodded, even though I was lying. If he hurt her, I would break his fucking face without any hesitation.
“You’re lying. I don’t believe you.”
“My word is all I have, Amari.”
She bit her lip, contemplating if she should tell me or not. She shook her head. “Fine… we were hanging out after the football game last night, and this guy from another school started talking to me while Michael was shooting the shit with his boys. So—”
“He left you by yourself?” I interrupted, putting my hand out to stop her. Needing clarification.
“No. What? He was mad because I was talking with another guy. We got into a huge fight over it. He’s pissed at me. I don’t know what to do to make it better. I told him we were just talking. It didn’t mean anything, but he says he could tell I was flirting or some shit like that. I don’t want Michael thinking I’m a slut or a cock tease.”
“One, he shouldn’t have left you by yourself if he’s that insecure. Two, if he called you a slut, I will fucking rip his—”
“Oh my God, he didn’t leave me by myself. We were at a party. See, this is why I didn’t want to talk to you about it. You’re just going to put all the blame on him. You’re supposed to be helping me, not pointing fingers.”
“I could break his fingers. But, instead I’m here just listening to you.”
“Alejandro…”
“Amari, don’t whine. It’s fucking annoying,” I scoffed, pissed off that she was defending him.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You know, for someone who claims to be a ‘take charge’ kind of guy, you’re still number two and you sure are pussyfooting around—”
“Pussyfooting? The only thing I do with pussy is fuck it. You want me to tell you what I’m thinking right now? My opinion? Because, sweetheart, you’re not going to like it.”
“You’re vile,” she spat, getting up from where we sat. I followed suit, not backing down.
“I’m honest. Your boyfriend is an insecure little bitch, who would rather call you a slut than walk over to you and claim what he thinks is his. He wants to fuck you, Amari. And the fact that he’s acting so possessive can only mean one thing. You haven’t spread your legs for him, yet.”