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that he wants to take advantage but he won't. "We'll go over to Nathan's tomorrow but that means we're staying over at yours today." I nod in agreement. We drive back home and I open the door to show Blake around. I show him around the kitchen, the family room, my fake mom's office, then we go upstairs. I give him the spare, extra room at the end of the hall. While he goes freshen's up, I sit downstairs and think of what I should make for dinner. That's when the door bell rings. I look at who it is in the port hole or whatever it's called. It's Jake. I open the door. Jake blows a breath out. "Listen, we've got to talk." I SHRUG. "Okay." I say and let him in. We walk into the kitchen and I flip through a cookbook looking for recipes. "Who is that guy?" asks Jake getting to the point. "That's my brother." I answer simply. "What is he doing here?" asks Jake.
"There's some problems going on between our parents."
"Where were you guys going to go?"
"To my uncle's house."
"Your mom's not home?"
"Yep."
"Can I join you for dinner?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"You okay?"
"Yep."
"What are we having for dinner?"
"Food."
"I have to tell you something."
"Go ahead."
"I'm not single anymore."
Boom. My heart blasts to pieces. Ouch. That's going to take some time to heal. I smile. "Who you hook up with?" I ask enthusiastically. Jake hesitates. "Riley." he answers blushing. "You love her!" I tease poking him in the arm. Jake blushes. "Yeah." he agrees. Owwww. He agreed with me. That just gave me a heart attack.
Awkward Dinner

Taylor POV:
I pulled out our lasagna and served it to Blake and Jake. Their names rhymed but Blake looked a bit anxious to leave then eat dinner with me and Jake. At last, I sat down with my dinner in the middle. We ate our dinner in silence. I had introduced them to each other but all they did was smile and shake each other's hands. I turned in the TV to allow some sound to break the silence. I put on AFV. Then I changed it to Wipeout. Idea! A light bulb flickered over my head. I changed it to the football channel. Jake and Blake both like football. That should get them to become friends or something. Their gazes turned to the TV. "Who do you support in NFC east?" asked Jake to Blake. "New York Giants." answered Blake suddenly interested in their silent conversation. "You?" asked Blake. "New York." said Jake flashing a grin. They picked up their plates and headed for the couch. I didn't stop them. They started talking about some random statistics and gibberish. I blew a breath out. That was over now but my heart wasn't feeling any better about Riley. I stared down at my UN-finished lasagna. I wasn't in the mood for eating anymore. Small cries consumed every inch of my body. I tugged at my sweater's collar. Butterflies were trapped in my stomach and I felt like I was going to break down like a broken car any moment. I decided to text Christina but I doubted she would respond to me. She was always watching some football game or gone to watch a movie alone. I sighed. The only thing left to do was lie down on my bed and stare up at my cheap, plastic, glow in the dark stars stuck on my ceiling. Wow. I should really get a life.

I.O.U

Christina POV:
I rolled my eyes as I joined the guys downstairs. I don't know why Brandon had suggested this. This was the worst night ever. I would've rather joined my friends at the party rather than this. I could probably go in the basement but last time I went there, I found a jock snuggling with his girlfriend. I have the worst life ever. There's always outside but I don't trust my bro anymore. For some reason, I am thinking of revenge. I hear a police siren pass our house outside. Probably here to arrest my brother or something. But when I look out, the police car passes our house down our street towards the party. I shrug. If my friends were going to get arrested tonight, they will. They deserve it. We went through this whole thing in middle school on how drugs are bad for us and stuff but they still drink beer and alcohol even though they're underage. That's why they should get a life. I make my way towards the fridge and Nathan blocks me. "Going somewhere?"
"Yea. Up your ass. Now let me get something to eat." I try to shove past him but he just grabs hold of wrists. "You call dad?" he asks raising an eyebrow.
"Yea. I did. What are you going to do about it?" I pull back my wrists and take a step back. "Mi querida hermana, trata de entender.***My beloved sister, try to understand: it's in spanish!***" Nathan smiles innocently in Spanish. Spanish makes him look innocent and good. "He's gone out with Miranda!" Nathan grins with gestures of his hands. "Who's Miranda?" I ask cautiously and stupidly. "Mi querda hermana, Miranda is a sex worker." explains Nathan like he's talking to a a child. "Pfff, dad would never do that..." I finish my sentence in silence. Would He? "Mi querda hermana, he's a sensation on porn sites!" cries Nathan. "You go on porn sites?" I ask disgusted and taking a step back. "What- n-no! Tyler does! He said he saw this video of our dad having it with a whore!" shouts Nathan. The jocks look back and stare at us. "Let's go talk in the living room." Nathan drags me out of the room holding my arm gently. Which is surprising because he never holds me gently or ever does anything nice to me. I catch Brandon look at me as we leave the kitchen. He mouths: Where are you going? to me. I shrug in response. Brandon frowns. Nathan takes me into our study room instead. "Okay, so what you're saying is, Dad's in a relationship with a whore?" I ask steadily. Nathan nods slowly. I fall onto a chair. Suddenly, I'm starting to believe my brother. "No, no, no, no. This isn't possible..." I look up at my brother. Nathan pulls out his iPhone and hands it to me. "Obviously he would answer our calls..." I reach for his phone slowly....

Saying Goodbye

Taylor POV:
I'm confused. What should I do? I can't leave Jake alone! But at the same time...my brother is so important to me. But Jake has a girlfriend. But she's a whore! Who cares-? I do! Well he's the one who made the decision! But did you not ever hear of GIRLS GO TO COLLEGE TO GET MORE KNOWLEDGE WHILE BOYS GO TO JUPITER TO GET MORE STUPIDER! Boys have no brains! So what?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SO WHAT?! HE'S LIKE- chill. You're being super over obsessive right now.

My brain battles on with my heart. I sigh. I decide to go with my brain. It's right. Jason already has a girlfriend that he chose. Whether she's a b*tch or whore or not. I don't care. I clamber down the stairs holding my nike duffel bag I re-packed. Blake's sitting on the couch casually, watching an Italian soccer game. I roll my eyes. What happened to Lacrosse? Blake's eyes light up as I approach him with my bag. "Ready?" he asks me. I smile and nod. Blake smiles back. We head out the front door and into his car. We take our seats that we took last time. Jake had texted me this morning that he was gone out with Riley. I rolled my eyes at it.

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Publication Date: 11-18-2012

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Dedication:
To All Overprotective Bfs. P.S We all GFs Love you!