[My Life With The Walter boys s1]
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A boy from Colorado and a girl from the city. A girl who was all about relationships and a boy who didn't do relationships. What happens when that changes?
When the boy who didn't do relationships would...
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✰ STEAL MY GIRL chapter two ————— the cole effect ✰
I QUICKLY RUSH TO GRAB my things to put in my bag. I've never been so unorganized in my life.
I took a moment to glance at Jackie to see her laying her clothes out neatly. I wish I was as calm as she was.
Jackie notices my frantic state and glances down at the floor, tilting her head to get a better view. "The jacket is under your bed."
A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I quickly bend down and snatch it off the ground. "What would I do without you?"
She chuckles softly continuing with checking off her list of things she would need.
I hold up my leather jacket in front of me as I searched through the pockets. My brows furrowed when I found nothing.
I bend down to take a peek under my bed but still couldn't find it.
"What are you looking for now?" My sister questions, her voice sweet.
I shake my head in confusion trying to see where I must have placed it. "Nothing, it's okay. I think it may be in a different jacket."
It wasn't. It definitely should be in this jacket.
"I'm going to head downstairs," I tell her as I start to slip an arm through the jacket sleeve.
A thought pops into my mind as I pat the pocket on the inside of the leather jacket. When I feel the outline of the photo, I breathe another sigh of relief.
Jackie watches me carefully, contemplating her next words. "You don't have to wear it everyday you know, it'll be safe here."
As I reach the door I look over my shoulder giving her a small smile, "I like having it with me."
The leather jacket in question belonged to our dad. He used to wear it all throughout high school. One day I had borrowed it and never gave it back.
He told me, "Estás preciosa. I want you to keep it. Hold on to me forever."
I know he meant it in a healthy and positive way. He wouldn't want us to loom over the unfortunate situation. They would want us to be happy.
As I gently shut the door to our room, I quickly make my way downstairs with my bag hanging on my shoulder.
As I get to the bottom of the stairs I notice everyone scrambling and walking out the door.
