The Nerd's Hot?!?

Chapter 3: Don't Ask!!

         We just stand there in silence until Jace broke it. " But hey... you can always visit." He says with a tight smile.

         " I can, can't I?" I say picking my head up and returning the same tight smile and tightened my arms around him.

       " Camila!! Time to go!! We're going to be late for our flight!!" My mom shouts from the moving truck. I look back at her, frowning.

      I turn back to Jace and give him a long passionate kiss. I pull away and stare into the eyes I may not ever see again.

      Giving him one me one last kiss I whispered, " I love you."

         He pecks me on the lips. "I love you too." He whispers against my lips. I pull away taking one last glance at him before I turn and walk towards my car not looking back in fear I may break down right in the driveway.

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       On the way to the London City Airport it was quiet with nothing but my breathing and the radio thumping out of the speakers of my car. Well... that and a thousand thought swimming around in my head.

         No matter how hard I try to push them away or to quiet them, they always push and come back louder, demanding attention. But I can't give them attention right now. Well... I can, but I don't want to, because if I did...

          Before I could finish that thought I hear a knock at my window. I turn and see my mom. I was so zoned out that I didn't even notice that we had pulled up to the airport. I rolled down the window staring at my mom's tired eyes. I can tell that all this moving and packing late at night was really taking a toll on her as well.

      " Yes, mother?" I ask her, flashing her my best smile.

         She laughs, shaking her head. "You are truly your father's child." she says under her breath. I giggled. My mom is truly weird. But all in all she's fun to hang around. And if you put that together with the fact that she's beautiful, you have a sexy badass waiting to happen.

            With my chameleon colored hair that came from my mother and her pale turquoise and my father's baby blue eyes, I have a mixture of the two creating a light arctic blue that switches from turquoise like my Mother's to teal to light green to regular green to light blue to navy blue to baby blue like my Father's and so on. Sometimes they even then a strange mix of people. My mother's not one of those uptight moms. She's one of those crazy outgoing moms. You know, the ones who encourages having parties with liquor. Or the type who passes out condoms to their daughters and goes, "Don't tell your father," in that adorable British accent of hers. Trust me, I love the freedom, I'm not complaining, but what I love better is the free-spirited person who gave birth to me.

         In the middle of our laughing I watch as I see arms snake around my mother's waist and hear a deep,  "What are you two over here giggling about?"

         I smile at my dad as I step out of my car and hug my dad, kissing his cheek. " Hi daddy."

            Yep, you guessed it. I'm a huge Daddy's girl- And I'm not ashamed to admit it. Probably the reason why I look a lot like my mother but have most of my dads personality with only a tinge or two of her carefree nature. Put those two's personalities together and you have trouble A.K.A Me. With my dad's light brown hair and muscular face structure, even I can tell that back in his day girls must of been swooning for him every time the walked by. Hence the cringe and vomit. Stupid brain!! You just had to start thinking didn't you?!?

     " Hey, pumpkin." He says, kissing my forehead. " You ready to go? Our flight leaves in five minutes."

          I sigh. " Not really." I mumble looking down at the ground. " It's just kind of hard, you know? I'm leaving everything I have ever known with no guarantee that I'm coming back."

              I felt a hand stroking my hair gently as I was pulled into a hug. " I know, Princess. But it's for the best. You get to have a new experience. New friends, and people." My father says as the kissed my forehead again. " Just promise to give it a chance... For me?" He asks softly. Oh no. No. I know what he's doing. He's trying to guilt trip me into agreeing. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not going to give in. I refuse!! I have rights- My thoughts suddenly got cut off when I look up to find my father's face. I can't believe he's using the puppy eyes on me!! I whine incredulously in my head. I look up at my mother for help to see her looking anywhere other than my eyes, whistling. Oh I'm going to kill her!! I sneer. Usually I wouldn't have a problem being stubborn and saying no but since it's my father It's only genetic that I can't say no to that face. It's all her fault!! I cross my arms and stomp my feet like a two year old, and glare at my unfair manipulative childish parents.

          " Fine." I sneer out at my parents after glaring at the for a few minutes. I stomp away to get Nikolas out of the car. On my way I there I hear my parents laughing behind me. Yeah, laugh. SOO MATURE!! I growl in my head. I hear another laugh in my head. Wow. You're even more childish than I thought. I hear inside my head. Oh, you shut up too, Blaire. I yell inside my mind. I know what you're thinking. "Are you crazy?!?" or "You're losing some Marbles there, Camila." Or even the old , "Somebody call the nut house." Which of course would of been whispered in you friends ear. Just a tip, if you said that last one, I'm under your bed. Blaire is my wolf. My whole family are werewolves. My werewolf just happened to make a habit of getting on my nerves. One day she decided to take a walk in my head and BOOM!! Here she is today still making my life a living hell with her snarky comments, sarcastic comebacks, and bitchy attitude. I swear that girl has no filter. I bet she just spouts out anything in her head out of her mouth just to mess with me. It wouldn't surprise me.

      I open the back door of my mom's van to see my baby brother asleep in the backseat. With dads light brown hair and moms turquoise eyes he would be the cutest 7 year old I have ever seen. I can tell that he's going to be a real heartbreaker more than when he grows up. Not that I would never tell him that. For a 7-year-old, his ego is big enough. He looked so peaceful. Like he couldn't do anything wrong. Ha. I wish. He's like the devil in a sweet little boys body.

          I start to shake him. "Nikolas. Wake up. Nikolas. Nikolas!!" I whisper in his ear still shaking him. I even slapped him a few times to where the had red hand shaped marks on his face. After the still didn't wake a idea popped into my head. Color me purple, call blue, because I have a very special surprise for you!! I sing inside my head, with a smirk on my face. Why are you so weird? I hear Blaire ask. I just sighed with a frown  sketched onto my face because it's really not my fault okay. It's in my genes for crying out loud!!

      I reached into the front into the glove compartment and pulled out the blow horn I was looking for. Don't ask. I keep telling you we're a weird family, why doesn't anyone believe me!!

           I put the horn in front of his face. I grabbed some earmuffs that were in the back seat holder to block the sound out. Again... Don't ask. Checking if everything was in position, I put a hand over one of the ear muffs to make sure they stay in place. And with that... Well, let's just say... There she blows!!!

      Don't ask!!