Dad had a look on his face, one I couldn’t decipher, when he mentioned it was legit as well. To be fair, he’d been weirdall throughout dinner and then again, after he returned before dessert at home when he disappeared from the restaurant, which is when I got the notification about the donation.
Mom and I accused him of trying to get out of dealing with Elizabeth and her antics with Drake, which finally got him to smile.
Not sure what got into him, but after that, he cheered up a little, though he did still look at me a few times, not as much as Drake, but still.
I shiver in disgust at the memory of my ex-boyfriend trying to corner me yesterday at Dante’s. Fear clashed with anger as he demanded we talk, despite my sister being there with his mark all over her neck.
“You ruined my life by dumping me, the least you could do is be fucking mine again!”
His words swirl in my head thinking of how he got in my space, forcing me against the wall, making me want to vomit. My anger rushes through me again at his gall and I grunt when I stretch too much causing a twinge in my hips.
Dammit.
I shoved Drake away and told him to go to hell. When he returned to the table, he began to make out with my sister like he didn’t just proposition me while side eyeing me like some kind of creep.
The guy had everything going for him, including a scholarship, but he ruined it all because of his ego.
Stupid jackass.
I shake my head as my phone rings, and I sigh, quickly crossing my legs and grabbing it before accepting the call without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” I answer like an idiot before my sister's voice echoes over the line, and I tense before silently cursing myself.
Check the caller ID always goddammit!
“I need money,” she says, then accuses, “and considering you propositioned my boyfriend last night, you’re going to give it to me!”
I wonder if Elizabeth just lives in Elizabeth's world?
I roll my eyes and retort, “Or, your boyfriend propositioned me because he hates the fact he ruined his own life. All because I dumped him at the age of fifteen and he slept with my underage sister as revenge, who seems to want everything that I have, despite having mom’s attention continuously over the years! Go get a job like a normal person, Elizabeth and dump that ass before he completely brainwashes you with even more lies!”
I hear several bangs and I roll my eyes because I just know she’s stomping her foot like a petulant child before she growls, “I’m pregnant, I can’t get a job, I’ve just found out, and Dad is refusing to help me. I can’t tell Mom because of her stupid church group!”
Okay then… Safe to say I didn’t see that one coming and shock prickles through me, quickly chased by disbelief.
She has to be lying right?
Do I laugh and piss her off? Or do I be the big sister she wants me to be and give in?
I kind of want to laugh, then shout karmabitch…
My phone beeps, and I quickly pull it away from my ear and see a message, and I roll my eyes yet again.
Mom:
Your sister isn’t pregnant, she wants money for a matching tattoo with Drake. If she rings, just hang up xx.
Damn, I was really hoping she’d be pregnant because at least then she might have grown up, even if Drake had been the father. With that said, my sister is extremely selfish.
I shake my head and put the phone back to my ear, and I state, “I’m not paying for your tattoo with my ex, Elizabeth. Grow up and get a job or go to college, do something with your life, and stop relying on others.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she screeches so loud I have to move the phone away from my ear before she shouts, “You’re just jealous he wants me and not you!” before she hangs up and I blink.
Okay…
“What a brat,” I mutter as I stand and place my phone in my bag before I turn on the music and get into position in the middle of the dance floor and face the mirror.
Today is my last practice on my own. Tomorrow, the teens and little kids will join me, and in half an hour, I have ten four-year-olds coming in for a class. I do not have time to focus on my sister, who seems to like entertaining me at the moment. I need to focus on the task at hand.
