*Slam!*
I "quietly" close the front door. I hold my sister's hand as we take a walk down the block. "Where's the ice-cream?" She asks. "Well, where is it", "Are we there yet", " How long is it from here?"
I planned on ignoring her until she stopped pestering me, but it was hard not to when she kept pushing herself up in my personal space. I feel to slap her sometimes.
While thinking about the potential ways of disowning my sister and throwing her away like garbage, she interrupted my beautiful daydreams by stomping her feet and throwing herself on the floor.
"Eleanor! How could you do that?? You do know we're in public, right. So you can't be pulling those stunts right out in the open!"
I grab one of her hands as she's letting out the crocodile tears. Instantly, she sees this as an opportunity to bring me down with her.
"Ahhhh! You rat!"
Great. Now we're BOTH on the floor.
I quietly pray to myself. 'Please don't let anyone from school see me right now, I would absolutely DIE if they did'
But, every wattpad story gotta have some tea in it, I guess, because I heard a distant chuckle coming from behind me.
Oh. No...
I whipped my head faster than than wifi connection as there stood a tall boy with a leather jacket and his hair down.
It was Matteo
Everyone in this town knows Matteo, or more accuratly, his family.
He comes from a mean gang of grown men who will show you their gun if you even flinched at them, so I froze in my spot upon seeing the dude behind me.
When I came back to my senses, I noticed he stopped laughing at me and was only staring. Like I was a new art exhibit.
'Not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot, if you asked me', I thought.
I felt my face getting hotter and hotter and then I came to the realization of what I was thinking.
I jumped to my feet with my face as red as a tomato. I bent my head and stared at the ground as I picked up my sister and continued walking.
She began fussing some more but that was the least of my worries. If Matteo had see my face and saw me watching HIM, then you could call me cooked.
My family was already in enough trouble as it was, and I didn't want to add to the list of it.