When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - N i n e t e e n ]

“Make me a sandwich,” I heard Georgia’s laughter and I felt someone start to spin my chair faster and faster. I looked up and saw a blur of Weston laughing loudly.

“West! What are you doing?” I asked as the chair slowed down.

“I’m here to make sure that you remember to come to my football game," he told me and I nodded. I noticed his Varsity Jacket with his school’s emblem on it.

“Is that tonight?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“No, it’s Friday, silly,” hHe grinned, reaching out to spin my chair again but I kicked at his hand. I’m already dizzy enough. “It’s so weird how you’re here and Jonah’s at home. Everyone else is here.”

“Sierra's here?” I asked, looking around.

West shook his head. “She’s at home, too,” I nodded my head.

“What are you doing here?” I asked West and he shrugged.

“It gets boring at home," he muttered and I shook my head.

“I doubt it; you have so many people there! It’s like a party every day!” I told him and he let out a laugh.

“It’s a household not a club. Besides, Jonah is usually playing videogames, talking on the phone to you, talking about you, or reading. Sierra is either on the phone with Blake, who I don’t like, or playing videogames, Sabrina is always painting her nails or is on the computer. And Georgia is well… busy being Georgia.”

“I doubt that’s all Jonah does and why don’t you like Blake?” I asked curiously. I tried to avoid Jonah as a topic of conversation; I was already blushing so much at what West said.

“It is, trust me and Sierra is too young to have a boyfriend or to even want one,” he stuck his nose into the air.

“She’s 14! How old were you when you got your first girlfriend?” I asked.

He placed a finger to his chin. “Technically, I was 7 but I had my first real girlfriend when I was 11. But it’s different!” he told me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? And how is it different?”

“Sierra is innocent and nice," he replied and I rolled my eyes.

“How do you know that?” I asked him and he shrugged.

“She doesn’t always gossip about boys and worry about how she looks. She’s innocent and I don’t want some 15 year old boy to corrupt her,” West replied.

I cooed. “Aw, you’re protective.”

“I am not," he retorted but then sighed. “Maybe I am, I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

“It’s bound to happen sometime; you can’t tell her when she’s ready to date,” I told him and he groaned.

“I know. Help me out here, when did you have your first boyfriend?” he asked me and I pursed my lips.

“I was 15,” I told him with a sour expression on my face.

“End badly?” he offered.

“Terribly,” I told him. “But it’s different.”

“How?” he challenged and I shrugged.

I didn’t want to tell him the whole story so I just shook my head. “I don’t know; just give Blake a chance.”

West sighed before glaring at me. “If I do and he messes it up, I’m going to mess him up.”

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