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Me: Let him sulk if he wants to. He doesn’t have to like it, he just has to put up with it, and do what u say for the next, what, seven years?
Maren: Ugh, don’t remind me… he’s not even a teenager yet. Eleven going on thirty.
Me: LOL how are u doing tho?
Maren: Okay, I guess. I miss you. It’s okay that I say that right? I mean, I don’t sound stupidly desperate, do I?
Me: No Angel, and I miss u 2.
Maren: God, sometimes I feel like such an immature little girl next to you.
Me: ? Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
Maren: LOL! That explains so much.
Me: U have school 2morrow, right?
Maren: *Sigh* Yes. Don’t remind me.
Me: Tough luck, baby. I just did. U should get some sleep.
Maren: I will.
Me: Now… not l8r.
Maren: Fine, I’m going to bed now.
Me: Sweet dreams.
Maren: If you’re in them, then yes.
Me: … :)
The girl sure did know how to give me a boner.Jesus.
Chapter 12
Maren
“Sage, comeon!Stop playing around and get down here! You’ve already missed the bus and if I have to come up there one more time, I’m dragging you to school behind the car!” I shouted up the stairs and stopped only when my brother appeared at the top of them, dragging on his coat.
“I don’t want to take the bus anymore,” he said, sulking and I sighed and tried to count to ten before I said something unfortunate.
“We’ll talk about it tonight, over dinner,” I said.
“Yeah, right,” he said pushing past me and I just snapped.
“That’s it. Get in the car,now. I’m sick of this attitude problem of yours, Sage. Nowmove it.I’m not going to put my education on hold and be late becauseyourefuse to act your age rather than your shoe size. This is getting past ridiculous. Honestly, what do you think Dad would say?”
Sage stopped cold and glared at me, but didn’t say a word; finally, he popped off at me with, “You’re a real bitch; you know that?”
“Not impressed. I get called worse on a daily basis at school, or did you forget that? Get. In. The. Car.” I turned him by his shoulders and gave him a shove in the direction of the garage and he went. We got in the car, tears stinging the backs of my eyes even though I wouldn’t let them out. Just like the assholes at school, I wouldn’t give Sage the satisfaction.
I backed us out of the garage and out of the driveway, making sure the garage door shut firmly behind us, the headlights beaming on its painted surface, before backing completely onto the street. I drove Sage to school, pulling up to the waiting line of cars. I’d barely made it off the street into the school’s driveway when Sage unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the passenger door.
“Do you have your key?” I demanded.
“Yeah, I’ll take the bus, whatever.” He slammed the car door so hard it rocked the vehicle on its frame and I sighed, already tired before my day could even really begin. I drove myself to school in the early dawn gloom and barely made it before the bell. Shutting off in my assigned space and practically sprinting for the front door, my backpack bouncing hard enough against my back to almost knock the wind out of me.
