My Irish Roots, Emily Walton [good books for high schoolers .txt] 📗

was dating a girl he was head over heels for. This was not promising.

I sighed as I again checked my watch. Before we had left the lawyers office I’d gotten my sisters cell number. Id told her about the boys, and she didn’t seem thrilled but wasn’t pissed. She’d said her flight would land at 6:30. It was seven now and I still didn’t see her. Suddenly my phone beeped.

“hello?”

“Trevor! I had a luggage problem. Apologies. I’m at the north entrance. Where are you?” I glanced around.

“same place. What are you wearing?”

“I see you. “ she clicked the phone shut and I cursed, looking around. I didn’t need to though. The crowd literally parted for her as she came sauntering up to me. she had a tight red dress on with no straps. The edge of a lacey bra showed through.  The dress clung all the way down to the middle of her thigh before it was nothing but her legs and then red stilettos.  Along with her makeup and crazy red hair, she looked killer. It pissed me off. She was my little sister! She shouldn’t be dressing like this.

“Sorry. I had a photo shoot right before I left. Literally it was done at the airport and I barely caught the flight. I’ll change before we leave. Can you hold this?” she was talking fast and I saw a red blush creeping onto her face. So she didn’t like the attention.

“Why didn’t you change on the plane!?”

“Not allowed. Besides. It will take me five minutes.” She shoves a bag in my hand, keeping ahold of the other, and heads to the restrooms. I groan and check my phone. A text from James has me pausing.

‘where r u? get her yet?’ I roll my eyes, sending a quick reply about the delay. By the time I was done I had made it to the entrance of the restrooms. A few minutes later she was standing before me in a tanktop- still showing the bra to my distaste- and sweats, along with a pair of slide on flops I’m surprised she owned. Her hair was in a really messy bun and the makeup was gone, also a surprise.

“Ready?” I ask, maybe a bit too impatiently. But she nodded eagerly and I led the way to my car. She slides into the passenger seat and practically melts into it.

“We have an hour drive ahead of us. sleep sis.” She flinches but doesn’t correct me, to my surprise. She nods, pulling a device out of her pocket I don’t recogognize. She sees me giving it a confused look and sighs.

“It’s a phone. A friend of mine modified it for me. the wife sticking up is for my wireless headphones so I can have it in my room but be anywhere in grandmas house and use it as a music player. Helps when I’m studying.”

“Sweet.” I manage. A friend huh? Did she have a boyfriend she was leaving? I wanted to ask but her headphones where already in. there was so much about my sister I didn’t know. It bothered me. I face foreward and decide to wait on the questions.

 

About fourty-five minutes later my phone chimes. It startles Willow, making her sit up and stretch. Maybe her headphones where down lower then I thought.

“look at that will you? it’s probably from James again.” She gives me a blank look and I realize she is still slightly asleep. I chuckle and motion to my phone. She moves the headphones off and picks it up. It must have been a call because she answered with a sleepy

“Hello?” there was a short pause.

“This is Willow. Who is this?” she rubs at her eyes and stretches into the seat. She glances at me suddenly.

“Oh. Well hello William. May I ask why you are calling my brother?” a slight pause and then she turns to me.

“Pizza or Pasta for supper? Drake is buying.”

“Well what do you want?” she pauses in thought before talking into the phone again.

“Pizza sounds good William. Pepperoni? Excellent. When will we be getting home?” she glances at me again. I shrug.

“Fifteen twenty minutes at tops.” She repeats me and smiles into the phone.

“alright. Bye.” She hangs up and sets the phone back into the cup holder it was sitting in.

“Everyone is home he says.”

“Drake is supposed to be at the bar already.” I gripe. She shrugs.

“He said that everyone took the day off to meet me. it’s almost 8 anyway.” She yawns hugely and I grin at her as she rolls her eyes.

“Baby Rose. Nice to meet you.” she stiffens as William bounds down the steps.

“My name is Willow. Please address me as such.” He looks shocked. Usually girls where all over him when he comes at them with an easy grin and a slack stance like he was now. I grinned behind her back so she couldn’t see me. she didn’t know it, but she’d just earned my deepest respects. No one came on to William like that. Next out the door was Phil. He was my co-worker and was quiet. His eyes widened as he took her in, and then he stuck his hand out.

“I’m Phil, your brothers co-worker. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Willow.” She shakes his hand and grins. “Nice to meet you as well, Phil. “ she turns to me suddenly.

“how much of my stuff has arrived exactly? I mean besides my clothes.” Of which there actually hadn’t been a whole lot of.

“A laptop, a desktop, a library-“

“Don’t make fun of my studies, Trevor.” She snaps at me. I grimace.

“Sorry. Was trying to make a joke. Anyway, also a-“

“Sweet ass motorcycle, a couple of skateboards worth more then two of my classes put together, an amazing looking boat that has since been docked at the lake and a box full of jewelry. I’m James.” He inturupts me as he skips down the steps to shake her hand. She nods.

“well can we get inside? It’s hot.” We all give eachother shocked glances. It was barely 80, though the Nebraska heat probably wasn’t what she was used to.

“Sure. I’ll grab your bag.” Before I can finish speaking she has it in her hand and is giving me a dull look.

“I’m 20. Not 12. I know it’s been awhile, but come on.” She strides past me and the guys, into the house. William whistles lowly.

“Jeez. She’s a spitfire.”

“Well she is irish.” James jokes. I shoot him a look that wipes the smug look off of his face.

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Publication Date: 07-08-2013

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