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

song was beast! It was at the middle of the song and I sang along.
“Secret love, my escape. Take me far, far away. Secret love, are you there? Will you answer my prayers? Please take me anywhere but here.” Miles turned to me, “You like Mayday Parade?”
“Of course! They rock!” I smiled. “I like them too.” He smiled back. He looked adorable. He had that one dimple that always appeared on his cheek whenever he smiled. And I was a sucker for dimples.
He raised his eyebrow and I quickly turned my head around and looked out the window. We arrived at my house and he stopped the car. “Well, today was pretty fun.” He said. “Yeah.” I agreed. “Well, bye!” I said, pulling the door open. “Wait.” He said and he pulled me back towards him. Oh crap, he’s going to kiss me. Oh crap, crap, crap, crap!

He leaned down and right before his lips touched mine, I turned my head and he ended up kissing my cheek.
His face turned to confusion and I quickly made an excuse, “I’m sweaty.” He didn’t look like he believed me, but he let it go. I opened the door again and paused. Was I supposed to say ‘bye’ again? I already said it though… “Bye!” I finally said. He chuckled, “Bye.”
I strode to the house and turned around. I waved at Miles and he drove off.
I turned back and looked at the door and groaned. Maybe I should just sneak through my window..

No. I should face my problems head on. I gathered up my courage and rang the doorbell. I waited there for a few seconds and the door opened. My mom was standing there with a furious look on her face.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded.
“Woah Mom, you cuss? Since when?” I joked. She wasn’t amused. “It’s all you and your brother’s fault!” she blamed. God, I hate this woman. My dad, being the nosey person he is, walked over and glared at me, and he softened his look when he looked at my mom. “What’s wrong honey?” he asked. I scoffed.
His eyes snapped to me and he glared, “Where have you been?”
I rolled my eyes and said nonchalantly, “A friend’s.” “What friend?” he demanded. “A boy.” I replied calmly. I knew it would get on their nerves. You see, my parents have anger issues, and they’re bi-polar. At least, that’s what I think.
“A BOYFRIEND?!”

he yelled. I rolled my eyes, “Yes dad, every guy I hang out with is my boyfriend.” I shook my head. “I’m going to bed.”
“You are a disappointment.” My mom sneered. Bitch, look who’s talking.

I ignored her and shove past them both. My parents suck. My older brother was in the living room, just staring off into space. He heard me enter and he smiled, “Hey, ugly.” I smiled back, “Hey, butthead.”
Everyone has that one person in their life they greet with an insult. My brother was that person. He was a junior in high school. He hated our parents too. We were really close. “So, how was your day?” he asked. I pursed my lips, “There was a new kid.” “Oh, cool.” He said. “Yeah, I skipped with him.” I added. My brother, Josh, smirked. “Ooo, what did you guys do?” he wagged his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, “We just hung out.” “Where? At his house?” he prodded. I rolled my eyes again, “I’m going to bed.”
“Ok. ‘Night.” Josh said.
“’Night.”
I walked down the hallway and turned at the corner. My house was a one story house. I went and got my pajama’s. Which were long pants and a tank top. I took a shower and jumped on my bed.
I wonder what’s going to happen tomorrow?

Chapter 9

"Wake up Sierra!!” My mom yelled. You could hear her from three houses down, that’s how loud her voice was. “Two more minutes?” I mumbled. “No! Not two more minutes! Get your ass in the kitchen!” she spun on her heels and marched off. I rolled my eyes and muttered curse words at her under my breath.
Pushing the covers off of my body, I stretched. I waddled to the bathroom and ran into the wall. My eyes snapped open and I rubbed my forehead, groaning. I hope it doesn’t leave a bruise.

I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, grabbed the first pants and shirt I saw, and put them on, along with my bra. Did I take a shower yesterday…?

Ehh, whatever.
I walked down the hall, and into the kitchen. Mom was in the living room, watching some Korean soap opera. “Hey mom, where’s my breakfast?” I asked. “Go get it yourself!” she yelled.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed some bread and popped it in the toaster. I sat down and waited for the thing to ding. Josh stumbled in, rubbing his eyes. “Morning.” He mumbled. “Morning!”
He trudged over to the table and his toe got caught on the table leg and it made a loud ‘thump’. “Ow! Fuck!!” he yelled, hopping on one foot. I giggled and heard the toaster ding. I pushed away from the table and skillfully plucked both toasts with my forefinger and thumb.
I skipped over to the fridge and got the butter out. Josh was still groaning about his ‘poor little toe’. Personally, I think his toe was bigger than my foot, and that’s sayin’ something.
I set the plate with the buttered toasts down on the table and immediately, Josh snatched one off the plate. I rolled my eyes and finished my toast. “Bye guys!” I yelled as I walked out the door and to my bus stop.
The distance from my house to the bus stop was about a block. I walked down the sidewalk with my earplugs in my ear and The Cab playing at full blast. The band was sick! I didn’t hear him at first, but when I did, I nearly jumped five feet up in the air. “What the fuck?” I yelled at Miles. He simply laughed and motioned me to get in his car. I quickly obliged because the sun was killing me. It was so damn hot! I opened the door to the passenger side, but there was already someone there. “Why does she

have to ride with us?” A voice whined. No way… Brittney?

My eyebrows rose and I looked at him. He scratched the back of his head and gave a nervous laugh.
I slammed the door shut and continued walking to the bus stop. I didn’t want to sit in the same car as Bitchy Brittney and listen to her whine in her annoying voice.
“Wait! Sierra!” I ignored him and turned the volume up even higher on my ipod. I winced but kept it at that. I felt a hand on my shoulder, so I turned around. Miles was saying something, but I couldn’t understand him so I just said, “Screw off!” and ran to the bus stop just in time. I threw a quick glare over my shoulder at Miles and searched my backpack for my bus card.
Stupid bus. The people in charge of the busses suddenly decided to charge everyone who rode the bus like 300 dollars a semester. You had to have a bus card and swipe it across this white square.
“Shit.” I muttered. I tapped the person in front of me and whispered, “Card.” My bus had this secret code thing, if you forget your card, you just have to whisper ‘card’ and the person would swipe theirs’ and pass it back to you. After you swipe it, you give it back. It’s not like the bus drivers look at the names, or anything. So the guy in front of me, swiped his card and passed it back. I swiped it, and handed it back, “Thanks.”
He smiled and sat down next to his friends. I waddled to the back of the bus and sat down next to George. “Hey man.” I greeted. “Hey.” He greeted back.
"So?

What happened yesterday!?!” Jasmine squealed. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front of the bus, and then it lurched forward.

Chapter 10

The bus finally stopped, and all the kids piled out.
Henry and London joined us as soon as we entered the building. Henry kissed Jazzie, and London kissed George. I shook my head and walked to my locker. Times like these, made me feel pretty lonely.
“Hey! Wait up!” London called out. I stopped in my tracks and let them catch up with me. “So! What happened?” London questioned. I sighed, “Nothing, really. We ditched, played basketball, oh, and when he dropped me off, he tried to kiss me.”
“What?!!” Jazzie shrieked. “You heard me. But he didn’t.” I said calmly. “What? Why?” London asked.
“Because once a bitch’s toy, always a bitch’s toy.” I said. All of them nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Henry’s gaze landed past my shoulder, and on something else. I turned around and there he was, the boy who tried to kiss me.
“Hey Cee Cee!” he greeted cheerfully, dropping his arm on my shoulder. He acted as if he didn’t try to kiss me, and he didn’t drive Brittney to school in his car. Probably his way of patching up his wounded ego. Which was probably the size of China. With all the girls drooling on him and whatnot.
I shrugged his arm off and continued walking to my locker. “Er, well, Henry and I gotta go re-take this test in calculus! Right Henry?” Jazzie asked. When he didn’t say anything, she elbowed his ribs. He gasped and said quickly, “Yeah, bye!” They both ran off.
“There’s a janitor’s closet that has our names on it!” London grinned. She grabbed George’s arm and dragged him off.
“Well, I guess it’s just you and me.” Miles said.
“Fuck off.” I grumbled and spun my combination. I tried the lock, but it wouldn’t open. I spun it again, it still wouldn’t open. I let out a yell of frustration, and banged on my locker with my fist.
“Open, you son of a