Sisters Over Misters by Jessica Pham (online e reader TXT) 📕

I’m in second period, and the teacher’s going on, and on about crap. “Now you all should know, prokaryotic cells are unicellular, and they’re the only type of cell that doesn’t have a nucleus. Yada, yada.” I swear, she could make a happy person want to run to the nearest gun store and shoot themself.
With her monotone voice and her 50’s hair cut. My eyes felt so heavy, I’ll just close them for a sec… I thought to myself right as I fell asleep. I woke up as the teacher slammed her hand on my desk: I jumped. “Are you lissstening to me Msss. Daine?” Damn, that woman scares me. She sounds like a fuckin’ snake when she says her ‘s’! I gasped and dramatically laid my hand on my chest, “Are you trying to destroy school property? Are you seriously trying to do that? A teacher? I should go report you. And you could possssibly get fired.” I mocked her ‘s’. There was a couple of whoops in the class and a ‘yeah buddies!’ She fumed, “I will NOT tolerate this kind of behavior in my classssrom! Detention. NOW!”
“Anywhere but here.” I said calmly.
I skipped out of class and out the main doors. Then I saw a familiar face outside sitting on one of the benches. He was texting someone, his head was bent down towards his phone. I walked up quietly behind him and sat on the table behind him. “Boo.” I said. He looked up, and looked back down at his screen. “Oh, my god! You have an Iphone!” I yelled, and yanked the phone from him. I started running towards the bleachers and when I got there, I looked around for any sign of Miles, but didn’t see any. So I turned around to sit down, and I nearly walked into him. “Woah!” I yelled, “Where did you come from?!” He didn’t say anything, but made a move to grab his phone, I moved it out of the way.
“No way! I wanna play with your phone!” I exclaimed as I ran down the bleachers and onto the field. He was right behind me. “Ha! HA! You’ll never catch me!” I yelled behind me, but then I tripped and fell on the ground. Oh well.

I clicked the unlock button, but I needed a password. “Gahh!! Fartknockers!” I yelled. Miles sat down next to me, his body shaking with silent laughter. “You think this is funny?” I asked, outraged.
“This is not a laughing matter.” I stated. Now he was actually laughing out loud. His laugh, gosh it's so... unbelievably sexy. Woah, what am I thinking?!

I couldn’t help it, I started laughing too. “So, why aren’t you in class?” I asked.
“Why aren’t you

in class?” he asked. “No, I asked first.” I argued. “I’m ditching.” He said. “Eh, I'm ditchin too.”
“Wanna go somewhere?” He asked. “Uh, I don’t even know you….” I said cautiously.
“Aw, come on.”
“Nah..”
“Please?”
“Fine.” I said.
He grabbed my hand and ran to his car. No one knows we ditched, and I’d like it to say that way. He led me to his car, and opened the door for me. Awwh! Isn’t that sweet? No, he’s with Brittney.... Why the hell are you in his car then?!

I yelled and asked myself. I’m not the type of girl who would stand there and drool over a car, so that’s why I didn’t really pay much attention to the details. All I know is, the car’s black. My favorite color’s black.

"Where are we going?” I asked. He better not be kidnapping me…
“You like basketball, don’t you?” he randomly asked.
“Well, yeah. I like all sports.” I answered. What the crap is he gonna do to me?!
“Ok.” He smiled.
Yeah, I bet he’s gonna rape me. I crossed my arms and slouched on my seat, putting my legs on the dash. I stared straight ahead wondering what he’s planning to do to me. We were already out of the city.
He suddenly veered to the right, and we ended up in a basketball court.
“Whoa, this is so cool! But why did we have to go out of the city?” I asked.
“I didn’t want anyone to see us.” He shrugged. I narrowed my eyes, why am I even with him? He could be a crazy psycho out on a killing spree for all I know. I got out of the car and stretched, we’ve been in that car for more than thirty minutes and I was getting cramps.
He got out and went to the back of his car and pulled out a basketball.
“Yeah buddy!” I yelled and ran over to him and grabbed the ball out of his hands. I jogged over to the court and started shooting hoops. I raised my arms up and aimed; he came up behind me and reached around my body to take the ball out of my hands. My mouth formed a small ‘o’ and I froze. My back was now pressed up against his front. This is a pretty awkward position…
He laughed, took the ball, and started shooting hoops. I unfroze and pressed my lips together in a straight line. I cracked my fingers, “Oh it’s on, buddy.”
I jumped up right as the ball was about to make it in the basket and smacked the ball. Aye! That hurt! I wiggled my fingers around. I chased the ball around and got it. “What now, boy?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrow; I dribbled the ball to the basket. I shot, but it got smacked out by Miles. “Not cool!” I yelled at him. He smirked.
The game was really fun and intense. We were still playing when people started coming. School probably ended. Some guys joined and we played for a little while but they eventually drifted away. Then it was just us. We were sprawled on the ground, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. Our breathing was heavy, and we were looking at the night sky. When our breathing slowed and calmed down a bit, we sat up. “So, today was fun. Wasn’t it?” Miles asked me.
“It was really fun. Thanks for taking me here.” I smiled at him.
He smiled back, his dimples just looks so damn cute! Snap out of it, Cee! He’s taken; he probably just took you here because he didn’t have anything else to do and didn’t have anyone else to hang out with.

Ouch, that hurt. I quickly stood up and dusted my butt. I cleared my throat, “Um, I think we should go.”
He nodded and stood up. I began walking towards the car, but he took my small hand in his big one and looked me in the eye, “I had a great time today, Sierra."

I smiled and he let go of my hand. We walked to the car, and Miles opened the door for me. I thought it was sweet of him, but a small part of me thought, 'Get over it, he probably thinks you’re a charity case or something.'

The drive home was silent. Then all of a sudden, a thought came to my mind. Wait, how could a fourteen year old know how to drive? Holy shit! Either he’s a rapist, or he got held back multiple times.

“Um, uh… how old are you?” I asked cautiously.
“Fourteen.”
I nodded my head and said sarcastically, “Yeah sure you are. Then how do you know how to drive?”
“My dad taught me.”
Ok, I see how it is. He doesn’t wanna talk to me. Fine! See if I care. I turned, crossed my arms, and glared at the road.
By the time we got to the school, it was 8:00. Ah, crap. I’m in a butt load of trouble. My parents were probably worried sick because their slave didn’t get home from school on time. I bet they’re sitting in front of the T.V. watching some drama. God, I hate their guts.
“Hey, Earth to Cee Cee!” Miles said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“What? How did you know my nickname?” I asked, irritated. “Well, I hear people call you that.” He said. He decides now

to talk to me? While I’m hatin’ on my parents? GAH! Boys.
“I said, ‘Do you need a ride home?’” he repeated slowly. “Oh uh. Sure.” I said a little embarrassed. “Where’s your house?”
“Up your butt, around the corner, in the tube and out your man boobs!” I yelled. “You’re so mature.” He said sarcastically. “Why, thank you. I do try my best.” I said, playing along. He rolled his eyes and exited the school grounds.

I gave him the directions to my house and I sat there, trying to come up with a conversation starter. When I couldn’t come up with one, I gave up and turned on the radio.
Anywhere But Here by Mayday Parade started playing and I smiled. This