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✐Chapter 1- "Have fun in your next days at Hell"✎

               Post #53

               Fangirl-A girl obsessed with a novel, TV show, person, movie, etc. You tend to read/watch/see them/it a couple times, then you grow fond. You go online and see multiple pictures and quotes about the person/object and you get emotionally attached and addicted. Sort of like drugs in a way. In other words, you become an official "stalker". Then BAM, you're a fangirl. The other day I fangirled over/stalked Liam Hemsworth. The whole day. Sometimes I worry about my sanity.'

               I clicked post, scrolling the mouse, moving the cursor on my laptop. I sighed and stretched, placing my hands behind my head and spinning in the rolling computer chair. Sometimes I wondered how my blog was so popular if I just talked about how weird and creepy I was. Maybe they thought I was joking about stalking Liam Hemsworth...

               I looked back at my laptop's screen and scrolled through my posts. One was the definition of nerd, another talked about whenever I finish a really sorrow yet amazing book I would lock myself in my bedroom for multiple hours, sobbing, rocking in the corner, while eating chocolate ice cream. I also had a huge debate about which ones better, books or movies, on another post. I sighed once again, closing my laptop and looked to my left.

               My pile of favorite books loomed over me on my desk, and my eyes flickered to each title, deciding what to re-read. Divergent, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Hunger Games- I eventually picked up The Fault in our Stars by John Green. I smiled a little, considering how this was one of my favorite books of all time. Placing my feet on a place without any books laying around on the desk, I rested my back against the cushion of the computer chair. I slightly closed my eyes and held my breath, trying to relax to get into reading world before my bridezilla mom swept me away from nerd fantasy land. I opened the big, baby blue eyes I had been told I inherited from my birth mother and gingerly opened the breathtakingly emotional book, flipping to the first page.

               I find it disturbing and a little sad how I could recite this whole piece of literature with my eyes closed. The further I read the faster I felt myself slip away from the real world and into the land of the fictional. Many times I would catch myself slightly sniffling, tears building up in my eyes knowing what would once happen. Each time I would push the brim of my glasses a little higher on my nose so that they dug into the bridge of it out of habit.

               "-stiny! Destiny! DESTINY ODAIR GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Roared my mother. Oh dear God. Since my mother was getting married in two weeks, the stress really got to her and she had become as temperamental as the Hulk.

               Needless to say, I threw myself down those stairs to the kitchen to find her. You didn't want to be the one to get her mad.

               "I'm so sorry mom!" I panted out, skidding to a halt. I tried catching my breath, holding onto the kitchen counter for support. When I finished wheezing I faced my stout mother who was red in the face and her arms were crossed, while steam was practically pouring out of her ears. If you couldn't tell by now I'm a little on the dramatic side, but you catch my drift.

               The one word running through my mind as I stood their defenselessly- crap.

               See, she's not always like this- a pissed off, ape/gorilla who looks like she's about to roar fire- no way! Just if you make her real mad.

               "Sorry!" I quickly stuttered. "I'm sorry, I was r-"

               "Reading." My mother finished for me, sighing heavily, sagging her shoulders. I shuffled my feet nervously and lowered my head so that my wavy brown locks of hair covered my face as I looked at her from under my long eyelashes. Was I that easy to read?

               "Yes, you are easy to read. Like just now," She said, nodding her head to my bemused expression.

               "Destiny Ann, today we are trying on the wedding dresses, remember? Again. We also need a new one for your sister, it was tight on her even when she wasn't pregnant." Mom frowned and shook her head disapprovingly.

               Speak of the devil, my sister Hailey walked into the kitchen with a spoon of peanut butter and a supply of whipped cream on top, her pregnant stomach slightly showing. She was three months in, and her and her fiancé Matt, who was a cool guy, were getting married after the baby. Hailey had been staying at our house helping us prepare for our mother's special day.

               I crinkled my nose in disgust at her food choice, making my Harry Potter glasses once more slide down the tip of the curve on my nose.

               "Ugh, I feel like a bloated elephant," Whined my sister, shoving the spoonful in her mouth.

               "You're starting to look like one, too," I mumbled, slightly brushing my silky hair out of my face and briskly making way into the living room. My mind wandered away, daydreaming about weddings.

               I couldn't believe my mom was making me be a part of this wedding. She knew I hated dresses, and socializing. God, I could barely get out of my bed without embarrassing myself like the socially awkward girl I was. Her fiancé/soon-to-be-husband David Hunter, or just Dave, was a comedic person, and a really sweet and caring guy. He reminded me of my father a little. It made me a little sad remembering that my aunt was going to change her last name, from Odair to Hunter. Odair was an awesome name, it always reminded me of Catching Fire, the man Finnick Odair, who was one of the tributes.

               Also, that had been my parent's last name, and since my ‘mom’ never had never gotten married it’s her last name too, until the wedding.

               Confused? See, Ashley Odair is really my aunt, who was my father's sister. A month after my parents died and I was in the adoption center at age seven, Ashley came and adopted us, posing as a new mother instead of aunt, since she couldn't have kids. Since she had taken care of me for ten years, three more than my biological mom had, I call Ashley my mother now.  Moving on was the right thing to do.

               To say I was startled when the phone rang would be an understatement. I nearly fell off the recliner I had been resting on. I got up, grumbling profanities under my breath, a searched for the phone. Actually, I searched for mom's cell phone, since we had been using that as our main phone since we had packed the home phone already.

               Confused again? That's okay, I never actually told you we were going to move out of this house after my parent's honeymoon. We will bring out luggage over to the new house before the wedding and they will go on their lovey-dovey romantic getaway to God-knows-where and when they come back we start unpacking everything and decorating the new house. Apparently, the new house is across the street from a couple from my mother's high school a long time ago she had been best friends with.

               The couple had a son my age, apparently, and 17 year old boys are jerks. No offense, but they are. To me, anyways. Apparently I would be going to the same school as him. And where, you ask, am I staying while the boxes in our new house are all piled up and no one would be home the whole honeymoon, except me? You guessed it. The couple and the teenage boy's house. My pregnant sister and fiancé wouldn't take me because I was "too much work" my sister claimed and then played the pregnant card on my mom.

               Honestly, I'm not too much work if you give me food to eat, a bed to sleep and sit on, and a laptop to blog.

               You see, there's one thing I'm not very... Good, at. I cannot, for the life of me, communicate well with other people, especially boys and small children. I have no problem being the unknown nerd in the back of the classroom, that's perfectly fine by me. After a couple minutes of the stupid cell phone ringing and me scrambling, trying to find it, I finally discovered the damn cell phone. I pressed the talk button and snapped moodily to her future husband, "What do you want?"

               "Whoa there, kiddo. Calm down. Bad timing?" He joked. I ground my teeth together and rubbed the temple of my head with one hand, the other holding the cell phone to my ear.

               "Everything's just getting on my nerves." I replied, tugging my hair a little in frustration. He chuckled on the other end of the line.

               "I can tell. Did your mother inform you on our honeymoon getting re-booked for a month, in Hawaii?" He said excitedly into the phone.

               What the heck?

               "A month, ha, good one Dave. Funny as ever." I said dryly into the phone, not once laughing. The other end was silent for a moment until Dave cleared his throat and dropped the bomb: "Ahh, I wasn't joking, Destiny."

               That's also the moment I dropped my mother's cell phone, then picked it back up and hung up on my future dad. After a couple of minutes of shock, I ran to my mother who confirmed their plans, meaning I would be staying with total strangers for a month. Who happened to have a 17 year old boy. 

               After a while, we went out dress shopping once more, getting a new dress for Hailey, and I learned my mother's plan for me. The Jacksons, (Instead of calling them 'the people ' I'm calling them by their real name, the Jacksons) would be at the wedding. Our luggage and bags will already be in the house, which my mom will give me the key to and an extra set of clothes, comfy clothes, with pockets, to keep the key in, meaning I wouldn't need to pack anything other than that one set of clothes. The Jacksons would drive me to the new house to get my necessities and then I'd bring them across the street to the Jackson's house. Then viola!

               I'm all settled down for a month.

               I think I'm planning my doom.

               I'm expecting to make the most of my two weeks before having to live with a teenager boy for a month while I can. And no, this time, I don't think I'm being over-dramatic.

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               I smoothed down my silky aqua dress, and wiped the corner of my eyes to keep mascara from running too much from tears.

               I snuck a peak at Hailey to see her also crying, but she wasn't trying to hide it. She had multiple tissues in her hands, some used and some about to be, tears of joy running down her face. Mom looked absolutely gorgeous, and Dave cleaned up well, too. The love in both their eyes was just incredible. Just as they were about to say their "I do's", my sister let out a loud wail and then snorted into a couple tissues while Matt stroked her golden hair. The priest gave her a deadly glare before turning back to mom and Dave. The priest then said, "You may kiss the bride," to my new dad, and I sure as heck didn't want to see my parents kiss. I glanced around the crowd of people, thinking of anything other than my mother swapping saliva with my 'dad'.

               I had already done this multiple times seeing how bored I was throughout the wedding, and each time my brain was curious to find out which family I'd be staying with.

               I had no clue who 2/3 of the people were, but one boy caught my eye each time. He looked to be my age, and he looked as if he didn't want to be anywhere other than this wedding. It looked as though he was staring intently at his crotch, so I assume he was gazing at his phone, not his- you know. Did I mention he was insanely hot?

               Like, scrumptious-take-your-shirt-off-and-feel-your-hair-hot, not just hot. If that made any sense to you.

               His dirty blonde curls of hair fell into his eyes as he looked below him, so I couldn't see his face. His skin had the perfect tan, like a Hollister model, and you could see the dark, mysterious lines of tattoos running along his neck slightly. He was wearing a leather jacket- even though he was at a wedding- that had little spikes of the shoulders. He looked to be the definition of bad boy.

               And the definition of handsome.

               He shut off his phone and glanced up, as if he felt my gaze on him. He saw me staring intently at him and winked.

               Dear Lord Jesus of Holy Fudge sticks.

               He freaking winked! At me! The nerd!

               I almost crumpled then and there as my legs turned to jelly and gave out from under me. His eyes were as bright as the full moon in the sky at midnight. They were two gorgeous silver pools of molten liquid, as startling as if they pierced into my soul. They were different, almost shiny, with a mischievous glint to them. He had the perfect face- no joke. No acne in sight, no worry lines, no nothing. It was like he was a Greek God, from his jaw perfectly chiseled, and his eyebrows perfectly plucked, to his perfectly centered nose and his rosy red, plump lips that I would be delighted to kiss them forever and feel the sensation of a first kiss. Every male would die for that face and body. I could bet anything he had abs underneath that leather jacket and t-shirt.

               I realized he saw me checking him out very bluntly and I blushed fire engine red and bowed my head slightly, pushing my jumbo glasses up my nose.

               After the wedding and ceremonies and everything finished, I went to find my mother, but another woman with a chubby face and graying blonde hair came up to me.

               "Hello dear! I have a feeling from all the photos I've seen, that you're the infamous Destiny?" She guessed. I stared at her, bewildered.

               "Yeah... I am... Umm, how-?" The woman chuckled at my confusion. "Sorry, darling. Your mom must've not told you I'd be picking you up now. I think she left already. Anyways, I'm Mrs. Jackson."

               Ohhhh. That clears up a lot of confusion. "Your mother said to me to pass the message that stated: Destiny, you must call my cell, every single damn day, do you hear?" The woman, Mrs. Jackson imitated in my mother's voice. I laughed a little.  That sounded like my mom all right.

               "Anyways, come here sweetie, I don't bite. I'll introduce my son and husband if I can find them." She muttered, grabbing me by my elbow.

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               Well, it's apparently cliché time. Remember Hollister bad boy dude? Yeah, well he's the stranger I'm staying with.

               The boy with the eyes that looked like molten freaking silver.

               The one staring at his crotch? Yeah, now you remember him.

               Apparently he's Mrs. Jackson's son. Me, being the weirdo I am, blurted out the first thing that came to mind when I remembered he's part of the Jackson family. I said, "Are you related to Percy Jackson?" Then I slapped a hand over my mouth.

               Face palm.

               Okay Destiny, Percy Jackson is Fictional, conscience said, and Leather Jacket Pretty Boy is not, unless this is a very real dream.

               I don't do very well under pressure like that. A normal person would have said hi, or hello, but we have established I am not normal.

               He made a deep, vibrating laugh in the back of his throat causing my heart to flutter. Is that possible? For a heart to 'flutter'?

               "No," His voice was deep and husky, much like his laugh. "No, I'm Sam Jackson. Apparently we're roommates for the next month." A muscle strangely ticked in his jaw. He moved in to hug me and I mentally sighed, and graciously hugged him back, only finding myself let go of him when I heard him whisper something next to me ear, "I'm only being nice to you 'cuz my mother's watching, roomy. Have fun in your next days at Hell."

               To say I was shocked would be little to nothing of the truth. I was petrified and so startled I pushed out of the hug immediately.

               Well, with that high note, the Jacksons and I headed to their car, going on our way to next month's 'home.'

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AUTHORS NOTE

The chapter's short but they will get longer when the story continues. 

Hello my lovely readers! This is a new book I'm trying out :D When I completely finish the book I should upload every week (remind me if I procrastinate).  But right now I'm just giving you a little 'sneak preview' ;)

 Vote if you liked it, comment if you have suggestions, and share to spread the word of the book nerd :D

{Imma poet and I didn't even know it...

until I realized I rhymed...}

anyways...

QOTC (Question of the Chapter)

If you had a blog, or if you have a blog, what would it be/is it about?

Mine would be about nerds/fangirl terms and advice like this story

(or maybe Sam Claflin)

 :) comment your answer ^.^

Thanks guys! I hope you stick with Destiny and the 'gang' that will soon form ;) I have so many plot twists! Not, 'Luke I am Your Father' plot twists, but you get the idea. It won't always be just about the blog, or a nerd either. I just needed to prove a point a show the title better.

:o be prepared for one wild ride!

siriusly_fandoms ♥