Never Going to Fall, If I Already Did, Amber Foster [web ebook reader TXT] 📗

I took my last steps off of the plane and looked around for a sign that says Izzy Valentino.

I finally saw the sigh. My eyes narrowed and I stared death daggers at it. The sign had Apple head Valentino on it written in red. Although I couldn't see my brother behind the crowd of people, I walked over to where the sign wobbled back and forth probably because it was like 42 degrees out.

When I reached a point where I could see clearly, I spotted him. His dark brown hair was longer and he was taller than he was a year ago. The only thing that didn't seem to change was his childish ways and that he played football. I walked over to him and he lowered the sign.

"Welcome back." Colt smiled at me.

"Thanks. It's great to be back." I said.

He swung his arm over my shoulder and started walking to his car. The car he had bought during his sophomore year and said,"This is my baby. Don't touch it, lick it, stare at it, breathe by it, lay a hand on it, or don't even think about it." 

My response was,'lick it? I think mom was lying when she said she didn't drop you on your head as a baby. It's just a car.'

It was a stupid argument but I won.

We stopped at his car and he unlocked the doors. He popped the trunk, threw the sign in, and closed it. I opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. I closed the door and put my seat belt on. Colt got in and closed his door.

"Get off me, Colt." I whined as his cold hands touched my warm arm and shot cold chills up it.

"No." He pouted. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me.

He pushed his key into the ignition and turned it. The car's engine rumbled and he started to drive. I turned on the heater and warm air filled the car. I turned my head toward my brother and smiled.

I missed him. I actually missed my annoying, protective older brother.

He came to pick me up from the airport because I went to Florida for the summer. Well, not really. I had to go to Florida because of my parents. They always made the decisions. Where I had to go to school? What career I was going to do after college?



Blah.

Blah.

Blah.

It was always the same things. Them, telling me what to do and me, not listening. The only thing good about them is that they let me choose what sport I want to play. Oh, and that leads me to the you-have-to-play-a-sport-or-I-will-ground-you lecture I got on the first day of high school.

I sigh as Colt pulls up to the house. Correction-More like a mansion than a house. Considering it has seven bedrooms including two guest bedrooms and three bathrooms. All in all, there is 15 rooms in the whole house. Kitchen, living room, and dining room also.

I shift my gaze to Colt's best friends playing a game of football in the front yard. Sweat running down their faces and grass stains covering their pants. I push the car door open and sling my feet out. I stood up and made sure I wouldn't make no eye contact with any of the guys.

See I don't hate them, nor do I like them. They are just okay to me.

I closed the car door and walked up to my porch. I stepped up to my door and smiled. I grabbed the doorknob and shoved the door open. I walked inside the house as I ignored the fact that I felt a lot of eyes burning holes in my back. I shrugged it off and walked upstairs to my room to once greet it again. I open my door to a not touched bed, dresser, and other things in my room. I threw my stuff down and jumped on my bed.

"Home!" I yelled, loud. Well, loud enough for the boys outside to hear because they were laughing.

"Shut up!" I yelled. I counted down the seconds until the asshole himself spoke, which give or take was five seconds.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fiv-"Or what?!" I heard Colt's best friend Tyson yell. I heard the other guys chuckle and I rolled my eyes knowing that they couldn't see me.

"Or I'll come out there and you will wish you never said,'Or what'!" I yelled back and all the boys started laughing.

Basically, I had no clue what I was doing. I just came back and I was about to do something I never would of done a year ago.

Challenge them.

"Fine. If they want to play. I'm going to play." I muttered as I walked downstairs and out the front door. All the boys scattered in the yard tossing the football back to one and another.

"Haha. How about we play soccer? Then see who's the ones doing the laughing." I said. I was totally proud of my confidence because in the inside I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

They stopped and looked around at each other.

"We only play football." Tyson pointed out as he tossed my brother the football.

"All I heard is a bunch of bull crap." I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at Tyson. Man was he good looking. His black hair curled in all the right places and his joyful, bright zircon blue eyes stared at me with a challenging look. I mentally slapped myself from checking him out and shifted my gaze to Colt.

"Fine. We will play soccer." They all agreed. I smiled devilishly at them and nodded. Colt looked at me and said,"But if we win you have to do whatever we say for a week." I shuddered at the thought of doing something for stinky, sweaty guys for a week.

"And if I win?" I asked.

"We will do whatever you ask us to do for a week." He said. I smiled wide at the thought of me torturing them until they collapse from tiredness.

"Fine but I'm going to need a team of my own." I said smiling big. I pull out my phone and text my four best friends. Dex, Rosetta, Lucia, and Garrett.

To: Dex, Rosetta, Lucia, Garrett

Hey. I'm back. Come to my house. I have an awesome bet to win. Hehe >:)

I pressed send and smiled down as the words 'sent message' crossed my screen. After a minute my phone buzzed a couple times. I checked the messages and sighed. Lucia had to babysit her little brother because her mother was on a date with some Italian guy.

"So who's playing?" I asked Tyson.

"Colt, Diego, Holden, and I." Tyson told me as he pointed to each guy and to make this clear even himself.

"Well, Dex, Rosetta, Garrett, and I are going to kick your-" I was cut off when a black ford mustang pulled up behind me and parked. I swirled around and looked closer to find that the person behind the wheel was Dex. I should have known it was him.

He apparently told me he got a brand new car last week for his birthday. Too bad I couldn't celebrate with him.

He got out of the car and stretched. I rolled my eyes as Rosetta got out of his car also. I mean the girl was in love with Dex. One problem was he never really noticed.

Stupid boy.

"I'm hurt. You, Izzy just called your bestie retarded." Dex faked gasped as he placed his hand on his chest.

Darn. Did I really say that out loud?

"I said you were Stupid. Not retarded" I corrected him. He chuckled for a couple seconds and then stopped to shoot a death glare at me. I shrugged and turned my attention to the panting that came from beside me. Garrett placed his hands on his knees and started to breath heavily.

"I-I'm...H-here...." Garrett panted and finally caught his breath.

"Ready?" I asked everyone as we all took our places in the yard. I stood in front of Tyson and smirked.

He mouthed,"Good luck, Sweet Cherry." I gawked at his nickname for me and just as the game began Tyson had the ball.

That asshole. He had distracted me.

~*~

It's been about an hour of playing soccer and the scores were outrageous. My team was winning and Tyson's wasn't too far behind. I had to admit I underestimated them.

"I'm going kick your-" I yelled but stopped because some freaking idiot on the other team kick the soccer ball and it hit my face. I fell backwards landing on my back and something started to run from my nose. I slowly sat up and everyone surrounded me. I pulled my hand up and touched the liquid. I looked down at my fingers. It was blood.

GREAT!

I stared at my fingers with rage building up. I wasn't mad because the idiot kicked a soccer ball and it hit my face. I was clearly mad because they were looking at me like I was an injured little girl.

Of course they didn't mean to do it but I was in such a bad mood now.

I stood up and sighed. I waited for a couple seconds to see if they would get back in position but they didn't. They all stood there silent until I cleared my throat.

"Well, are we going to play or what?" I asked them getting frustrated. They all nod and run back to their positions. The whistle blew and I sprint off toward the ball.

Yes, Tyson has the ball!

I run up to him and kick the ball over to Dex, who is pro at running. He kicks the ball in the goal and Colt catches it. Damn it. I sighed as all the boys cheered. I don't know why in the hell they were cheering.

They lost the game.


After my friends had left, I stumbled to the living room couch and flopped face first onto it. Just then every body came in and fell to the floor besides Ty. He decided it was fine to just fall down on me. I groaned as his body contacted mine and I was pressed into the couch.

"God, your so fat." I blurted. His warm breath hit my neck and I shivered. He chuckled and got off of me. "All muscle, Sweet Cherry." He winked at me and sat down right in front of the couch. "Uh-huh." I sat up and curled into a ball.

"We should never get that competitive again." Colt blurted.

"Ha! But we won, my friends." I pointed out. They all groan again. I jumped up off the couch and got into a funny form.

"So that means-" I singed and continued,"You have to do what ever I say for a week." I gave them a smirk. They groaned once again but louder.

"Hey! Colt, Rosetta is staying the night." I told him.

"No." He