Because I'm a Nerd.

Chapter 14- "Hey... How You Doin'?"

And I don't really blame her. It's not in her position to care. That should have been their job. Hazel has enough problems of her own. It shouldn't be her taking care of an almost mental younger sister. She cooks dinner every day, cuts up the fruit for lunch, manages her studies and almost always takes out some time for us to spend together.

She shouldn't have to do more.

My parents, on the other hand, are all about work. They sign on useless deeds, make their employees work day and night, eat food from silver plates and just mint money all day long. That's not something I want my parents to be.

Now, I'm going to tell you guys something really true: I don't really care about money. You might say that that's just because I have two parents who both work day and night to earn money for Hazel and me, but that's clearly not true. I don't want parents who are money-making machines.

I want parents who can take care of me every day. Parents who get me. People I understand. I don't want to call two people my parents just because we're biologically related. I want to call them my parents because I mean it.

I don't even want the money they make. I'm not into shopping, I never will be. I don't want branded stuff. I want my parents. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't care if I have a Louis Vuitton or a Nikey. The brand the bag is from won't change the fact that there's only books in it.

Buying more branded stuff won't make me happy. Having loads of money won't make me happy. Having parents who love me and are going to be there for me, will.

"Scarlett, someone's here to see you!" Hazel bellows from downstairs. I think its Nathan she's talking about. If it would have been anyone else, she'd have taken names. And I'm pretty sure no one but the gang would come over.

"Send them up in a minute, sis." I scream as composedly as I can. Then, I rush to the bathroom and wash my face. I wipe it with a clean towel and braid my hair. I look normal for a teenager who's been in her room for the past hour or so.

As I walk out of the bathroom, I see Nathan sitting on my bed, a smile on his face. He's always smiling. I take a seat some distance away from him, but on the bed all the same.

"Hey, beautiful! How you doing today?" Nathan asks me.

"I've been fine, Nate. What brings you here?" I reply.

"Nothing much, I just thought I'd pay a visit to my favorite person in the world!" he says.

I blush. He can make me blush, no matter what. "Aww! That's sweet of you. Now that you're here, what would you like to do?" I question.

"Why don't we just talk about random stuff, princess?" he suggests.

"You just named like one of my favorite pastimes!" I say.

"Aren't you glad you're dating a psychic?" he jokes.

"No, because I'm pretty sure Lauren told you this some time or the other." I say.

"Aren't YOU glad you're dating a psychic?" I ask. He cracks up. Looking at him laugh, I momentarily forget how sad I am about the whole thing with my parents. I laugh along.

"Now that you think about it, I am. Now may I know what was bothering you so long?" he asks.

I'm shocked. How does he know something was bothering me? "Nothing. I've been just fine, Nate."

"No, you haven't. I can see the red in your eyes. If you just tell me who did this, I could go bash them up. No one gets away with making my girl cry. No one." He says.