The Curse of Pepsi Lane [English version of The Witch and the Playboy]

Chapter 30 - The Soda Family

JAKE'S POV

The old woman blurts out once again, "How could you do this, young lady?! You should have stayed a virgin until you get married!!!"

I swear at that moment I just wanted the ceiling to swallow me.

"Could you guys please shut up..." Pepsi groggily says, her eyes squinting. They grow as wide as saucers when she turns to me and gasps as if she just realized that I actually slept in her room, then checks something under her blanket in a panicky mode.

Seriously?!

"Come on, ladies, I didn't do anything!"

Grams points her cane towards me and with bulging eyes, screams at the top of her lungs,

"MARRY MY LITTLE GIRL OR ELSE!!!"

I almost spit my own saliva on what I just heard. I jump on the bed as she tries to hit me with her cane again.

"She's still young and so pure! But what did you do???"

What the fuck is she saying?

Wincing, I glance at Pepsi and mouth the words, "Help me," but she looks disoriented as fuck. Her hair is a total mess and it reminds me of a lion, a cute one in this case.

Pepsi exclaims, "Jeez—Grams! Relax, your blood pressure! What's the fuss all about?!"

"He took advantage of your holy body! What do you want me to do? Rejoice and throw a party?!" she dramatically replies with tears in her eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic! We didn't do anything," she exclaims as she finally gets out of bed to calm the old woman. 

Grandma dismisses her claim by waving her finger and declares in a louder voice. 

"You had SEX with this guy last night so he has to take responsibility! You can't fool me, Pepsi Anika Lane. You're still on your way to life, while I'm already on my way home," 

Did she really need to mention it? 

At this point, I'm not sure if I'll still be amused or be concerned...

A small head then pops in from the door. It's that little boy, Pepsi's nephew who has a face that reminds me of a rocky road ice cream.  

"Grams...What's going on here?" The little boy asks in his sleepy voice while rubbing his eyes. 

Pepsi rushes towards him to cover his ears.

"Watch your words, Grams. There's a kid in here!" she warns with an endearing glare.

The boy glances up to Pepsi and innocently shares, "I think I heard you moaning last night," 

Pepsi looks like she's about to explode in embarrassment and I kinda feel sorry for her.

"It's Karen, not me!" she defends herself.

Who the hell is Karen?

"Oh, I thought it was you. Grams said you and that guy had sex in this bed last night," The young boy even points to the bed, his eyes lingering on the sheets as if he's imagining me fucking her aunt in it.

Jesus, this family. 

Pepsi looks like she wishes her bed to eat her alive while I pretend to be interested in her closet's door.

"Ugh! I hate my life!" she throws herself back o her bed and buries her face in her pillow.

That's when I decide to step up.

"Uh, excuse...G-grandma?" I'm not sure how should I call her.

She turns to me like a raging bull. "WHAT?"