Kid in love

~Shawn Mendes

Damn this crush I have on you is kinda giving me brain damage
~frawgs

Chapter Eighteen - Badass Teen In Raging Tutus

"Stop throwing dirt around Violet, it doesn't add effects. It ruins the picture." I whined at my sister who has been throwing handfuls of dirt in front of my camera, insisting that it adds 'effects'.

"It does add effects. You just don't know how to use your camera."

"I'm the expert here. You're just a hater."

"Yeah you are the expert. The expert on newbie photography." She still kept tossing dirt at the front of the lens. Poking her tongue out, she redid her ponytail. She tied her long hair long curls and tucked it at the back hole of her cap. As of now she had on a red supreme cap with dirt littered and stuck on the sides.

"There's dirt on your cap,"

Her caps are like Sam's bandanas.

It's an everyday thing.

"Violet can't you see we're in the middle of a photoshoot here. And please put away the dirt. It's unhygienic." I captured a photo of my other sister, who had one leg over the other sitting behind a blue flowering plant-which I don't know what its name is because I never had an interest in such things.

Her light faded yellow dress touched the grassy green ground. It had long sleeves with a puff added on the shoulder level and a belt of the same color tightening around her waist. Her long brown hair flowed graciously behind her back, with a silver heart necklace tucked inside her club collar. A pearl clip decorated her hair at one side.

Even at a young age, I have got to admit that Lavender has much greater taste in fashion that me.

And for that I'm glad.

We were doing a photo shoot, since Lavender insisted that we siblings should hang out. We were supposed to play Uno but when she got out of her room prepping her outfit and a maliciously cheerful smile on her face, we immediately knew what is to come.

And I, being the best sister agreed.

"Belle called, she wants her dress back." Violet sat beside me.

"Tell her I look prettier in it."

Violet pretended to dial a number, bringing her hand up to her ear. "She ended the call. She's going to send a beast."

"As she wants, she may." Lavender stood up performing a curtsy, her eyes slicing through her twins comment. I still kept clicking my camera, capturing the scene. It was one of the things that I learned in the past few years, consistently click the shutter button.

Because some things might get turned into miracles if you put a lot of effort in it.

"She may? Ew, what language is that."

"English, my dear sister. It's english."

I shook my head at them. "Okay next pose. One, two, three."

I took a couple more pictures, somehow not noticing how Violet was able to hide sneak abaft the bushes that were behind Lavender. "Boo," She jumped out of the bushes spooked her twin, her hand in a claw like motion and front teeth forward, imitating one of a wolf- maybe even a vampire with fangs.

I immediately took a video.

Lavender let out a shriek, terror overtook her face. Violet grinned at her, laughing at our sister's face. Her laugh was as of a snorting donkey with a wheezing sound squeezing between every intake of air.

An award worthy laugh.

"Why did you do that!" Lavender shouted.

"I'm avenging Belle's dress." Violet replied flashing her a wolfish grin. Lavender must have known about what was going to happen because without a second thought, she ran out of instinct.

"I will avenge the dress. I'm the beast they sent. Mwahahahaha." Violet chased Lavender, strands of hair fell on her face despite the cap that she was wearing.

"Stop," Lavender yelled. "My dress." She shrieked.

I heard the sound of deep heels clacking. I stopped recording and craned my neck just in time to see Xavier wearing a black tux fitted perfectly along with black pants.

A white polo and another vest of the same shade was underneath. His blonde hair was a mess and sweat ran down his neck.

"Which one suits me better. Blue, or other blue." He held up two ties. A powder blue necktie on the right and a peacock blue on the left.

Which to him, were just blue.

"Powder blue." I pointed towards his right hand where the tie laid.

"How do you even know what shade this is." He groaned and settled beside me. The black material of his pants must've had a stain on them by now.

The garden we were staying at had droplets scattered everywhere due to the light drizzle that occurred last night.

"Mom's going to kill you if you leave even a stain in that outfit." I told him.

I raised my camera back infront of my face. "One, two, three." I yelled at my sisters who suddenly stopped running. Violet raised a peace sign at the side of her face and Lavender let out a cute grin, displaying a dimple.

Why don't I have a dimple.

"I know. But it's so hot, let me sit for a while." Xavier fanned himself.

"Why are you even wearing that thing. Don't tell me you're going to make me a camera man and have a photoshoot like Lavender."

He swatted a tie at me,"No. You know Melanie do you?"

I pointed my camera at and captured a photo. "Of course I know Melanie. She's mom's Goddaughter and my potential sister-in-law," I clicked just in time to snap a picture of him with mouth open curved in a weird upside down angle. His nostrils were flared up and his eyes were droopy. Almost closed.

I snickered. It's the perfect photo for blackmail. "She could've done better though."

"I don't like her that way. She's just a childhood friend that I happen to be the partner of everytime there's an important event she's going to." He gave me an accusing look.

"Sure, okay. What event is it this time. Masquerade ball, Charity event, or something fancier." I asked him, turning off my camera since I know he caught on to my facial expression and would probably delete the photo I took if he ever saw it.

"Something like an opening ball. She said she's going to wear a black dress. Then some blue shoes, hence the tie." He gestured towards the tie that was now laying limply on the ground.

Melanie was a senior just like Xavier. She was short-wait that seemed rude.

She was fun-sized and also mom's Goddaughter. She came from a middle-class family that was well known in our part in town. Her parents were both real estate attorneys that cared deeply for their only child. She was an incredible ballerina and gymnast. With dyed silver hair and chocolate brown eyes, she currently is still what the parents mostly talk about. Since hair dye isn't allowed, she was made an exception when she proved her talent and won the national ballet title.

She was the badass teen in raging tutus.

That's why ever since she had high school dances or important events to attend to my mother always volunteered either Jordan or Xavier to go with her. Seeing that now Jordan is away studying, that only leaves Xavier.

They weren't forced though because they loved how fancy the food is. Boys.

"Xav!" A high pitched squeal made me immediately drop my camera on my lap, covering my ears. It was too high to be considered that a human being emitted it.

Like a flash, Lavender appeared in my line of vision. She jumped on Xavier who immediately opened his arms and caught her. She hugged his torso. "Protect me my prince."

Violet followed soon after. Her cap was on her hand with a tired look on her face. She was sweaty and a little red, probably from the run.

"You must really love that dress because how can you run that fast without me catching you. It's not fair." She sat in front of me cross-legged.

"Of course I love this dress. It's divinely precious." Lavender said.

Xavier leaned away from Lavender. He wrapped a hand around her hair and lifted it up flapping it in a fan like motion.

"Alright it's break time for you two. You're sweaty." He twisted Lavender's hair in a bun.

Seeing how sweaty both of them are, he grabbed Lavender by her armpits and stood up, settling her down in the process. "Don't go inside the house. Mom's going to kill us."

"Here. Make sure their backs aren't wet." He fished out a small white towel from the inside of his tux and threw it at me.

"I'll be right back." He then jogged away towards our wooden back door, his hair bobbing up and down on the process.

He really needs a haircut.

I caught the towel and held my camera. I grabbed the cap and covered the lens whilst placing it beside me. The camera I had today was a Nikon D3500 since I knew the quality would be more advance and the resolution would be high. And also because my sister insisted so saying how she must look like a princess in her pictures.

I raised the back of Violet's shirt and started wiping it seeing that she was the closest.

Xavier then appeared still in his tux. I know deep down he's waiting for someone to complement him.

Him and his audacious mind. So I decided to do the honors.

"I forgot to say, You look like a handsome barbie prince." I smiled at my brother.

"Why thank-," He wasn't even finished with his sentence when I cut him off.

"I'm not done yet. You look like a handsome barbie prince who got sliced up into tiny pieces, anchored at the bottom of the sea then retrieved and run over by a limousine." I flashed him a giant grin.

Violet scooted closer to me. Her twin stealing her cap and using it as a fan. They were both watching us.

"How the fu-does that description have anything to do with what I'm wearing." He gave me a bewildered look, narrowly missing the curse word that he could have sprouted from his throat. He threw a pink towel with an anime character etched on it at me.

"Limousine. At least it's expensive and opulent," I threw it back at him.

He should be thankful he has a sister that gave him compliments like me.

"What is the meaning of this," Lavender held one tie up, pinning it between her thumb and pointer finger, examining it.

"I'm accompanying Melanie at a ball next week." Xavier answered her, still wiping her sweat forehead and neck.

Whereas it was freezing in the past few days, today was hot with cold winds often blowing away. It's the kind of weather that forms an oxymoron. Freezing heat. The blazing heat of the sun shines directly at us and passer-by frosty breezes cross and touch every being often that even I don't know whether the weather is Sunny, Windy or Freezy.

"I miss Jordan," Violet pouted, stomping like a child.

She is a child. I often forget it these days. I can't help but treat my sisters a little older than they are now due to their knowledge and how they act. Sometimes I feel like they were my age, which is really messed up.

"Me too, Why did he even have to go to a fancy school far away. There are many schools here and he chose there. He doesn't even call us sometimes. That isn't right." Lavender soon joined in with her twin. A frown was etched in her face, her fingers playing with the edge of the cap.

I made eye contact with Xavier. We had a conversation with our eyes.

'Say something'

'No thank you'

'Say something, you're the brother'

'Well you're the sister'

'Elephant' I mouthed at him.

'Pig' He mouthed back.

'Whale'

'Gorilla'

'Orangutan'

'Bill duck platypus'

"It's duck billed platypus you doofus." I stuck my tongue out at him, straightening my skirt and tying my hair into a high bun.

It was so hot again that even hair at the back of my neck seemed to draw out sweat and irritate the hell out of me.

Violet hit my arm causing me to hold it in pain. "Ow. What did I do!" I glared at my youngest sister. Violet was 11 minutes younger than Lavender, leaving her to be the youngest of us all.

"You can bully each other but don't drag innocent animals with you." She scolded us like how older siblings should on their younger siblings.

I pouted at her sentence. Jeez I feel bad now. It's actually embarrassing when you look at this moment at another view.

Ten year old scolds sixteen year old sister and eighteen year old brother for using animals as verbal cannons.

"Don't look at me she started it. I'm innocent." Xavier pointed at me, bringing a still frowning Lavender to sit in his lap. She still had a gloomy face whilst furrowed eyebrows, looking deep in thought.

"Yeah you're innocent. No wonder the animal names suited you." I replied back, rolling my eyes.

"Really, I think you own the pig title." I glared at him.

Suddenly Lavender stood up. A bright grin on her face. Her eyes held an interesting spark as she looked at all of us.

She grabbed Xavier's hand and dragged him towards the side of the garden where a mini field of flowers were planted.

"Let's take a picture and send it to Jordan. It'll teach him a lesson. Hurry,"

After a while she shouted. "You too Vi," She beckoned Violet leaving me sitting all alone.

"Hey, what about me." I exclaimed at them. They all grinned at me.

Ah, the joys of having siblings.

"You said you're an expert in photography. So you should take a picture." I regret saying that now.

But even so, I took pictures of them. Occasionally laughing at the remarks they say to make me jealous.

One picture was all formal with Xavier at the middle, a tie missing from his suit. The twins were on either side of him, looking as opposite as ever.

The second picture was Lavender placing her pearl clip on Xavier's hair and Violet stepping forward, a rock n roll sign under her chin.

Another picture had a twerking Xavier with his butt in display. Lavender had Violet's cap with her arms crossed, imitating her twin and Violet mockingly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a shy smile on her face.

When it was done Xavier ran up to me and picked up his ties and shuffling them, throwing the dirt away. "Aw, don't be sad Nev."

I looked at him and narrowed my eyes at the hairclip pinned on his blonde hair. "Why would I be sad you're washing the dishes anyway."

I smiled and caught up to my sisters leaving our complaining brother at the back.

"Just how long is this thing." I muttered at the stacks of paper in front of me.

I was reading in advance the script Marianne gave me since I have nothing better to do.

And I felt productive a second ago so why not.

It's progress.

I was sitting under my stalking tree with my back pressed against the cold and grunge bark. Which to be honest is uncomfortable but at the same time I don't mind. I had my Panasonic Lumix LX100 II camera sitting at the ground next to me. It was a small compact camera perfect for traveling or simply taking pictures while aimlessly walking down the side of the road. Unfortunately it didn't have a strap I could place in my neck but it had a small handle.

I just gotta say, I am proud that I didn't climb up this tree.

And I even left my diary at my room, under my bed since my mother has a habit of changing our comforters every other week.

Amidst of the peaceful silence my phone began ringing. I stared at the unknown number written across my phone screen.

I slid my finger across, answering it with hesitation. "Hello,"

"Oh my God. Thank God you answered. I need help." An overly familiar voice whispered. I immediately recognized it as Sunny. How she got my number, I don't know.

"What do you need help with," I said setting throwing the stack of papers on my side. I stretched my arms.

Finally a distraction.

"Must. Not. Look. At. Six. Pack."

"Huh?" I asked her since I have no idea what is going on at the other end of the line.

"I'm in Logan's room and he isn't wearing a shirt. Say something or tell me a story or anything. Help me out here." She pleaded at me.

"Hurry, my eyes can't take the torture."

I laughed at her. This has got to be one major problem in her dictionary.

Picking up the stacks of paper, I stood up. I started shaking the dust off my dark sage high low skirt and shake off the dirt that were stuck in my white flat sandals. I wore a slightly fitted thin sweater which I regretted when I saw how my belly fat popped out whenever I sat down.

I didn't care if I was too dressed up considering the fact that I practically have nowhere to go except this tree.

"I don't know what to talk about." I answered Sunny, desperately searching for a topic on my mind.

"You can do it, I trust you. Come on come on come on."

My eyes suddenly landed on a green fire hydrant planted at the side of the road. "Did you know there are different colored fire hydrants."

"Weird but okay. Really? I thought they were all red." Her voice told me she was interested.

I started walking towards the grey pavement at the side of the road, ready to head back home. "No, actually they aren't. That's what movies and cartoon show us but it's all-,"

"Watch out!" I turned just in time to see a bicycle zooming towards me, A wide eyed blonde and a group of kids pushing an absurd shopping cart not far away.

What the hell is happening.

I made a wish in my head for some miracle to happen and for the bicycle to magically disappear since I know I won't mind if the owner of the bike is thrown at me.

But that didn't happen. The impact caused a sudden painful jolt at the side of my thigh, making me gasp out loud. I managed to drop my phone and my hand automatically resorted to flinging the stack of papers up in the air. I fell in a sideway motion but thankfully I managed to twist my body so that my weight was readjusted and I had my arms stretched just right before my face planted to the ground.

One thing was on my mind though. My outfit.

My precious outfit.

"Shit shit shit. Are you okay?" I hear the sound of metal clashing just as a pair of red checkered vans appeared in my line of vision.

I used my strength to push myself upright and dust the dirt away from my hands, hissing when I felt something prickly slide across my palm. When I saw it was a small pointed pebble I threw it to the side, groaning when I felt the pain starting to increase.

I'd like to say that it didn't hurt but I would only be lying.

"Obviously no, but I'll be okay." I answered back. Panic began to seep into my bones as I thought of my mother finding out about this. She wouldn't even allow me to be out of the house again.

"Nevaeh?" I craned my neck at tried to smile but miserably failed at Blake.

"Hi Blake."

We meet again.

"I'm so so so so sorry from the bottom of my heart I swear. Here, let me help you up." He bent down in front of me and took my arm, placing it over his shoulder.

I adjusted my footing and used force to help him get me up because I know for a fact that I am certainly not a light person to begin with.

My blush must be on full mode now but I didn't mind it too seeing that it can be easily mistaken for the pain and not because someone I like was very close to me.

Even with all the scratch marks that I was sure in my palm and legs, I couldn't help but notice how strange Blake's scent is. It was like an old-class perfume that still managed to smell sweet and ambrosial at the same time mixed with a whiff of being fresh.

He set me down back on the grass, me properly sitting this time. "Let me see," He softly took my hand and inspected it.

I couldn't say that he snatched it because the way he touched it at first seemed like he was asking for permission. I am officially having a heart attack.

"There's a lot of scratches and a pretty big cut. Does anywhere else hurt?" His voice was alert and anxious. Eyes wide with concern and a line crinkled between his brows.

I wanted to say no but the pain in my ankle stung suddenly that my hand automatically reached out to it. The side of my foot where the ball like part is was bleeding with a long gash sliding up until my lower leg.

"Oh no, what happened." A female-the same girl I spotted Blake talking to at school was standing a couple feet away. Her wide eyes along with her Asian features made her look like an anime character. She sported a regular striped shirt and denim shorts.

"It's my fault. She's hurt, we need to get her to the house so that I could tend her wounds." She answered her. But his main focus was still on my hand, blowing on it carefully.

I was about to protest because I know this isn't a life or death situation since I had a fair share of painful childhood memories such as falling from the seesaw, tripping over literally nothing and most importantly, crashing towards different objects. Whether it be trees, big boulders, trash cans or pots of flowers using my trusty scooter and bike.

But my protests died down when I heard children shouting. "BEE DO BEE DO BEE DO,"

The Minions really should be afraid right now.

Three children, my guess were aging around six to ten year olds were pushing the absurd looking shopping cart towards my direction. The front was completely gone like it was welded off and the sides were smoothed making it obvious that a professional did it and not just a bunch of teenagers. It had a pink ribbon tied at the left wall like side and a smiley emoji pillow at the end.

Even Rainbow Dash and Flutter Shy were there in the form of small little pillows. There was a rubber basketball and a medical toy kit at the bottom. The handle of the cart even had swim noodles wrapped around it. The yellow colored buoyant made the handle puff out that the little boy who was holding it had trouble securing his tiny hand around it.

The little guy who was pushing it towered just a little inch higher than the shopping cart making me anxious since he could bump into anything and not realize it. He wore a plain brown shirt and rubber duck pajamas and midnight blue crocs.

On one side of the cart was a little girl pushing the cart with all her might. Russet straight at the same time wavy hair fell on her mid back, a cupcake hairband shielding the strands away from her face. She had on pink sweater and hello kitty leggings and dark link crocs.

At the other side was a boy, looking a little younger than the other two and let me just say, he is the cutest thing. Unlike the others, he was wearing a black tank top and a pair of sweats with grey running shoes, spider man sunglasses tucked at the front.

Cute.

But ouch my butt hurts.

The cart stops in front us and three kids were glaring at Blake. "Well what are you doing, put her in the medmobile Blakey," The youngest one points at the cart sporting an adorable accent where some words were barely recognizable. Wait, medmobile?

"Hurry, she might be sick. We need to save her." The girl grabbed the smiley pillow and held it close to her.

Despite my current state, I manage to chuckle at the absurdness of this situation. I mean, who has a cart like that.

"I'm going to lift you up." He says and my breath got caught in my throat when he grabbed the back of my knees and back, my arms shooting up around his neck. He set me down at the cart which they call the 'medmobile'.

And because I seem to notice everything regarding Blake I didn't fail to take note how his other hand kept tugging on the other end of my skirt as if securing it not to slip away and most likely expose my upper thighs.

The little girl hands me the smiley emoji and I take it, smiling at her. How I still managed to suppress my tears at this moment was beyond me. I absolutely despise scratches and gashes more than wounds simply because they sting more. Even simply air blowing on it with pressure hurts.

Blake holds a finger up, "Wait here." He dashes towards my phone and hurriedly picks up the stack of papers. "Anything else?" He asked.

The sudden memory of me holding my camera resurfaced in my mind, "My camera." I told him, pointing towards the bottom of the tree. I started panicking when I unintentionally revealed my stalking spot to him. I only hope that he doesn't think too much about it and leave it be.

"Alright let's go." He ran towards the back of the cart and pushed it forward, ignoring the little boy's protests.

I moved backwards since my hands had gashes all over them, making it impossible to hold the cold metallic sides.

No one utters a word as we round pass a corner, eventually ending up stopping in front of a big blue gate. Golden swirls and articulate patterns were carved at the bottom making my inner artist swoon. Just by staring at it I know that even a gate like this would make me a millionare.

The little girl-who I still don't know the name of- proceeds to walk forward and knocks on it. I immediately recognize the pattern, it was the one in frozen. "Do you wanna build a snowman!" She shouts, smiling back at us like she just achieved a lifetime goal.

Blake looked at me and shook his head at her, a smile hinting at his lips. "You know that never works Paris,"

"It did work one time," The child defended, a pout on her face.

Blake then proceeded to push the cart. He held the button on an intercom and opened his mouth but was stopped when protests were heard.

"Let me do it. Me. Me. Please." The youngest one out of the bunch races towards the intercom. The blonde boy still glaring at Blake.

A slight disturbance was heard before an older and firm voice talked. "Who is it?"

"Peter Parker." The boy answered back.

The gates open, and suddenly I feel like I was in a Hollywood movie due to how every corner of this place has the word 'expensive' engraved into it.

"Hold on," I only got a glimpse of a fountain, a huge painting, and an archery target before I was pushed inside the house. Endless walls and different tiled floors came to my view and by the time we slowed down, we were in a living room.

A gigantic extravagant living room.

I had to bend backwards during the entire ride so that I wouldn't get tossed out of the medmobile.

A big dazzling chandelier hung in the middle of the circular shaped room. Two staircases, both from different sides of the room curved in opposite directions leading towards a second floor. An irregular shaped mahogany brown table sat at the middle of the room filled with swirls and different shades, a little compartment attached at its bottom. A couple of luxury couches surrounded it with a wide flat television attached at the farthest wall.

Everything was so clean and organized in a modern day type of way. My skin met cold air. Finally. Thank God.

"Let's get you up and on the couch," Blake said. He took me by the arm. I skip towards the couch insisting that I can walk fine on my own.

The couch was a rich cream, red sand color with matching pillows placed properly.I settle sitting down at the corner of the couch. The floor would've been sufficient but he had other plans. I feel like I'm intruding for sitting on someone else's property.

Blake places my things at my side along with the smiley pillow. He tells me to wait here, leaving me all alone with three pair of eyes staring at me.

"Good morning, I'm Blaze." The youngest offered a little hand to shake. The way he spoke was still the cutest thing ever. To the way he had trouble pronouncing his own name, making z sound like th. His light brown almost golden hair was parted in the middle, falling in a flappy way on both sides. His dark brown eyes and long eyelashes made him look like an absolute angel.

It wasn't morning but let's not ruin the mood shall we.

I shook his small hand. "Hi Blaze, I'm Nevaeh."

He suddenly held a fist out, "Can we do the fistbump,"

"Sure." I fistbumped him.

"Woah. Where did you learn how to do that. Mommy was the one who taught me." He stood stood straighter and I was sure he was proud of his mother. Wordlessly he sat at the other side of me, pushing my things aside. He just dangled his feet from the couch.

"He's Pierce." The girl said, pointing towards the other boy. Same big brown eyes staring up at me. The cute cupcake hairband on her head was a total accessory worn by a child me.

"And she's Paris. We're twins." Pierce pointed back at Paris. His dark brown eyes and rubber duck pajamas added character. He beamed, showcasing a missing tooth.

"But we don't look like twins." Paris added.

"But still twins." Pierce said. Both of them smiling at me. I stole a glance at Blaze who was staring intensely at my elbow. It had scratches and a couple puddles of blood.

He poked it. He actually poked it.

"Does it hurt." He asked. Yes. please refrain from ever touching it again. It hurts like hell.

"Nope. Not at all." I tried my best to hold back my tears that were threatening to fall down any moment, finding the courage to smile a little.

Crying for a couple of scratches in front of a child is not something I would want to do at the moment, no thank you.

That's when Blake arrived, an aid kit at his hands. He hurries down and kneels in front of me, eyes focusing on the long gash close to my ankle.

I noticed he took off his glasses. And due to me being surrounded with three best friends who weirdly all had glasses, I knew that it must've fogged up or at least had smudges. They would always complain about it, specially when we would drink hot cocoa at random times. Sam had the kind where you couldn't wipe all the nuisance away without the proper type of fabric. She always complained about that.

He opened the alcohol cap making my eyes widen and suddenly crying in front of a child sounds like an appealing idea. The thought comes flying out the window when he poured a small amount in his hands, scrubbing them with each other in the process.

He dabbed a pure white cloth that was moist with water on my skin. He dabbed it gently.

"I wanna help. Nurse Paris is on duty." She salutes, grabbing the little pink doctor toy kit at the bottom of the cart. She opens it and places a nursing cap made completely out of paper. The other two kids say 'me too' in chorus.

Blake took the time to asses them, throwing me an apologetic look. "Alright then," He beckoned them closer. He handed Paris the alcohol bottle, Pierce the betadine and little ol' Blaze was incharge with the cotton and cotton swabs.

Typical older sibling move.

I may be slow but it's obvious that these guys are siblings. I mean Blake and Blaze literally have four letters in common. Not to mention the other two are twins.

He grabbed the cotton and betadine, applying some to the cut on my ankle. Eyes focused, slightly gnawing his teeth.

While doing this the kids just stood beside us, holding the materials like their lives depend on it.

"You have pretty eyes." Paris said, her lips parted slightly.

I blushed and smiled, my voice a pitch higher than usual. "Thank you. You have gorgeous eyes."

"Really?" I nodded at her. "But Luke said I have ugly eyes. He thinks they're ugly." She frowned. She kept playing with the bottle cap.

"Who's Luke," Blake asked.

"A boy in our grade. He and Paris share the same desk." Pierce answered him, now sitting on the floor.

"He keeps making fun of me. He even told me I will be his wife. But I don't want that. He keeps stealing my princess erasers. I don't like him." Paris ranted, the alcohol bottle long gone as she crossed her arms. A slight pout was on her lips.

Aw, someone likes her. I met Blake's gaze and the way he was smiling told me he was thinking the exact same thing.

"That was the boy you knocked down a week ago, right Pierce." The same brown haired girl appeared, jumping face first into the other couch and groaning.

"Yup," Pierce punched his closed fist with his open palm.

"Good job."

"And where have you been," Blake asked, now aiding my elbows. I would've done it for myself if it hadn't been his mutters of 'no' or 'I'll do it'.

Shit now I really regret wearing this top. The fact that I had a big breakfast doesn't help either.

"You dumb boy, who else would've picked up your bike and rode it all over to the garage." Blake visibly winced.

"Okay forget I asked."

"I didn't leave it at the garage though. I left it at the front of the main gate."

"You wouldn't."

"But I did." She stood up and waved at me.

"Hi I'm Vennice, you must be Nevaeh." She kissed her teeth as she studied my wounds.
"It's a shame my brother had to be an idiot and scratch your legs."

So she is another one of Blake's siblings.

Interesting.

The sound of heels caught my attention and I prepared myself for the worst as it became louder and louder.

Intruding in someone else's house is already making me nervous.

Intruding in the house of the boy I like is making me very nervous.

And the fact that I look like a mess in front of his siblings isn't a pleasant thought.

In the room walked in a woman with bewitching beauty. This must be their mother, I thought.

The well known Heather Owens that took the internet by storm for being married to the CEO and multi billionaire, Luca Owens. Her name being plastered on all the tabloids all over the city was a huge controversy back then especially when she said she was raising more than five kids, igniting the peak of the press. Heather Owens started as a fashion Icon later revealing that she in fact, was the one who made her own clothing which upgraded her career into starting a fashion line, getting VIP passes to top fashion shows. Milan, Paris, you name it. The fact that she had a heart of gold silenced her haters.

Ha, serves them right. Bitches.

If your asking why I know this trust me, I know these facts were straight as me. Ashton having an obsession with fashion magazines and tabloids did come in handy back in middle school.

"Oh my, Are you okay dear." Her eyes where wide a saucers when she noticed me, eyes wandering around the tended wounds. She had on a grey jumper a size bigger than her normal one and black leggings.

I smiled and nodded, scooting closer to the edge of the couch. "I'm fine, Ma'am,"

"Call me Heather dear. Ma'am is too formal."

Now I'm skitterish. Breath Nevaeh, chill the fuck down.

"Does anywhere else hurt, should I call some help."

"Help is already here mom. We got it all covered." Blake answered, now aiding my palms. Mrs. Owens simply raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at his son's response. A suspicious look on her face.

She opened her mouth to speak but Vennice spoke before she did. "Mom It's obvious he wants to help the girl, leave him be. And you need rest, you're still wearing heels." She pointed out. I made eye contact with Blake and we awkwardly avoided each others gaze, him still fixing my hand.

"Oh how silly of me. I knew I forgot something." Mrs. Owens stepped out of her heels.

"Mommy," The little ones chorused. Lifting Blaze up, Vennice ushers the other two twins to follow her. The kids kissed their mother's cheeks, Blaze on the lips. Heather bending down in the process.

I wish all mothers were like that.

"How did the meeting go?" Asked Blake.

"Eventfully piffle and tiring. Very very tiring." Heather answered.

"How so?"

"Two of my main executives fought over who get's to wear the top you kids made. They kept going on and on about the topic and dodged all the other significant ones. So I dismissed them and went home." The top they made? Just how talented are these people.

"You should fire them." Vennice bluntly stated.

"Of course we can't do that, that's not nice." Heather gave her a look and moved her eyes at the kids. It was a warning look, not the normal kind though. It's the look that all the mother's were blessed with.

Lucky for them, Unlucky for us.

"But they aren't nice," Pierce frowned up at his mother. Paris nodded her head, agreeing with her brother.

"Right buddy? They aren't nice." Vennice shot her mother a pout, a mocking gleam in her eyes.

"Alright who want's food?" Me. I want food.

"Let's eat. Blake accompany," She was asking for my name. Holy shit she was asking for my name. THE Heather Owens was asking for my name. "Nevaeh." I answered.

"Nevaeh. Unique name. Accompany Nevaeh when you're done. Also apologize to her, judging by how you look you were at fault here mister. Behave." They all went out the door, my best guess heading to the kitchen.

Vennice shot a not so subtle wink at our direction making me blink a couple of times to make make sure my eyes weren't deceiveing me.

Yep, it happened.

"Don't mind her." Blake assured me. He was placing the bottles back in the first aid kit. I bent down, making sure secure my skirt and helped him. "Let me do it."

"No it's fine. I wanna help. Really." I may be injured but I'm not disabled. I told him and took the cotton swabs, placing them in the box.

I spotted a black patch of paint behind his neck. How it got there left me wondering. It seemed like everytime there had to be a smudge of paint or basically anything that would tell someone that Blake Owens was an artist.

"Is it awkward?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He closed the kit, a clacking sound was heard in the deathly quiet room.

"A little," I offered sheepishly. The way my personality seemed to be the only unfit piece amidst their aura was beyond comprehension.

"Don't worry you'll get used to it." I was expecting a sorry or a somewhat similar reply. I didn't expect what came out of his mouth.

I'll get used to it.

Ha, why would I get used to this.

"I'm genuinely sorry though ," He licked his lip. "For causing... That." He gestured towards the scratches.

"It's okay. I forgive you. At least I wasn't a victim of hit and run." I joked. He laughed. And it was a sight to see. The way his eyes shined a warm vibrant green made me cry inside. My eyes caught sight of how one of his front tooth had a pointy edge to it.

I also noticed how weird I am. Nice job self.

"It was purely an accident, I swear."

"Accidents only happen when you're acting stupid." I slapped a hand on my mouth when I realized what I uttered.

"Technically both of us got into an accident meaning both of us are stupid." I couldn't help but bring my left hand on my chest. Dramatic, I know.

"But the one who didn't wear a helmet whilst riding a bike is proved to be on a more higher level of stupidity."

"Did you just say I'm stupid," A surprised yet glad look appeared on his face. Surprised, because of how my mouth seemed to never run out of incoherent thing to say and glad because I was finally able to complete full sentences.

Okay, maybe I was glad.

I stared at him, blinking rapidly because my mind was going overdrive. I didn't know what to say and at the same time I was afraid to open my mouth, thinking I would land myself in another situation like this.

I just called the owner of this house stupid.

A long pause, like scissors cutting our lines-Ha, did you see what I did there? Lines as in conversation and scissors because they cut, wait a minute. It was supposed to be ties. But that doesn't make sense at all. Let's just congratulate me for thinking something, even if it wasn't something as brilliant as that.

He shook his head. "Alright, I'm just going to get my bike real quick. It's the weekend so our maids and butlers-" Rich people. "-aren't present today and my brother would kill me because that was his bicycle. Hang tigh- Actually no." He stood up.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Does your ankle still hurt?"

I glanced at my ankle and sucked air through my teeth when I saw the wound. Man, I hate blood.

I managed to stand up thanks to the couch behind me. I faced him and took a few steps checking if I was still limping but to my surprise, I wasn't. Blake stood beside me the entire time, making a small movie of me accidentally falling and Blake catching me in his arms play in my mind. "I'm good."

"Great. Wanna take a stroll?" He asked me nodded his head at the direction of a contemporary door. Holy shit he's asking me to accompany him on a stroll.

I nodded. At the right moment, my stomach decided to release a sound similar to a creech sounding a mating call.

I stared at him horrified, his face mirroring mine with wide eyes. My hand shot up to my stomach but then I hissed when my scratches came in contact with the fabric of my top. Effectively staining my white sweater with brown liquid. "Shit." I whispered.

"Or, maybe later." Blakes eyes were staring at my stained clothing.

I probably look like a child who ate chocolate ice cream with too much passion that I decided to take a bath in it.

"Let's go to the kitchen first yeah? Then I'll get you a top." He started grabbing my things.

"Will you be needing these?" The stack of paper was in one hand and my camera and phone on the other.

"Here, I'll hold them. They're heavy." I approached him tried to grab the stack of paper but he held it out. "If you haven't notice you're injured and it's my fault so let me. It's the least I can do."

"I insist,"

"Alright let's just leave them in there so that no one gets to hold it okay?" He pointed towards the small compartment cabinets underneath the table.

I nodded my head as he did what he told. At least he didn't carry them. They're heavy. It's just going to tire him and that would just be bad if I let him do that because even though he was the one who caused the accident, the fact that he let me into his home-not to mansion a mansion-, cleaned the wounds, and is also offering free food is something I took to heart.

Not all people are capable of that, I would know.

I have finished this chapter for about two weeks now and I don't know why I just posted it.

I also want to make it clear that the songs, quotes and other extra stuff I place aren't always related to the chapter. Think of them as a recommendation of some sorts. Mwah.