The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 6 Wednesday soda

Roselia's POV

I craved for a humongous-sized Cheetos pack. Good news was, I was on my way in. The appearance of my house from outside in my view was stunning. The hanging lights in the front porch complimented the red bricks of the house. In a nutshell, my house drew inspiration from cottages. Wooden doors, wooden stairs, everything carved out of wood.

The television boomed through the whole house the moment I entered. There she was, the part-time sister and part-time dragon lady. She sat with her legs crossed as if expecting my arrival to throw me another lecture. I scratched the back of my head while crouching from my sister in hopes of not being spotted.

"A boy dropped you home." She wickedly proclaimed, facing the bright-lit television. She was positively the villain in this superhero movie of mine. I was certain a net would shoot out of the wall or the floor would open and trap me into a bear cage. The protagonist would be able to escape of course and take revenge. In the end, we'd all have a happy ending.

"Yeah." I pulled my back-pack on my back and climbed up the steep stairs when she interrupted me, old habits die hard.

"Who was that guy?" She crossed her arms against her chest. I was pretty sure she had a grin on even though I refused to look at her and sick pedophile thoughts. She was persistent in gathering up information hence, she followed me up.

There were two that crossed my mind; Kyle and Jasper. "Which one?" I rolled my eyes and continued walking up the stairs carefully, preventing the leftover food from landing on the floor. Dani would kill me and I do not mean it figuratively, I meant it literally.

"There are more than one, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "I meant the one I met in school."

"Oh, him?" I reached for the knob on the door to my room. "A jerk."

"A jerk huh?" Those were her last words before I unlocked the door to my room and turned on the air conditioner. I dropped my bag on a bean bag and was about to shut the door of my room when my sister appeared as fast as a ghost. Her face expressed one specific word, psychotic. She wore the face of a killer, someone who would chase me around the house. Grand finale, I fall and she would chop my guts off. That was her face.

I jumped in fright in response to her psychotic grin.

"Well, he isn't bad-looking." She wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

"I'm tired. I smell like rotten eggs, spoiled milk and spoiled everything. I really need a shower, Danielle." I managed to say it calmly.

"He's really cute in fact." She stated as her grin widened.

"Yeah and you would be arrested for sexual harassment towards little children, pedophile." He's probably 22, being a senior and all. I was about to close the door when her foot stopped the door from colliding with the wall.

"You should ask him out." She continued wriggling her eyebrows. That was disturbing...

"Yeah. I wouldn't in a million years even if we were the last people on earth and we had to repopulate." I attempted to close the door again but it failed miserably because of a foot, a FOOT.

"Why?" Her grin turned into a frown.

"We're kind of mortal enemies. Now, I really need to take a shower. The air here needs 2 cans of freshener and I need to burn down my clothes. I don't know how you're not suffocating." This time, I slammed the door on her face. When the words of 'mortal enemies' escaped my mouth, her face turned straight. Yes! The third one's a charm and now I could shower in peace. As I walked to the closet to take my pajamas, a shout echoed into my room. Better yet, it echoed throughout the whole house.