The trees and cars passing by were somewhat calming me as I stared out the window of the car. Jake, my brother, and I were headed to one of his gang’s houses ever since he told me the news. See, my brother is involved in a gang. The “Black Spades” to be more precise. Its one of the cruellest and meanest gangs out there, and no I’m not proud of what he does but everyone has ways of getting money. He had told me a few months ago the news of how our parents were shot and killed by his rival gang, The Netas. To say I was mad, and upset would be an understatement.
Now, almost 5 months later, I have learned to deal with the fact that my parents are gone. But apparently the Netas have come back into town and are threatening to do the same with me. Jake wasn’t taking any chances of me living by myself, with the occasional visit from our distant uncle, or my best friend Rosie who basically lives with me there..
He came to pick me up at her house at around 3:45 in the morning and ever since then we’ve been on this damn car driving to this house. He told me how I needed to stay with him in the house of the Gang’s leader because I would be ‘safer’ there. But I couldn’t stop the flashbacks of our parents over the years; we really did have the best parents. Always so supportive and encouraging, and those fuckers took them away from me. What did I ever do to them? This is between the gangs, not between our family members. I want REVENGE, I wanted it to-
“Hey. You okay?” Jake asked in a soft voice, interrupting my mental speech.
“I’m fine” I muttered back. I heard him sigh next to me as he shifted the gear to speed up in the highway. What the fuck did he want from me? To say that everything was great, that it didn’t really bother me that our parents got killed by some rival rang that’s now out to get me? No, fuck that.
“Look I know you’re mad and upset and angry, but talk to me. I mean…. We’re all we’ve got now, we’re on our own kiddo” He said calmly looking over at me a few times but still keeping his eyes on the road.
I let out an audible sigh before I started. “I’m pissed, Jake. Why did those fuckers have to take them away from me?! Huh? I mean we had nothing to do with this. This is between your gang and theirs. As of right now, I’m just pissed. I mean, it hasn’t really sunk in that they’re after me and now that I have to live with your gang it’s- It’s just too overwhelming for me” I said running a hand through my black hair getting frustrated.
“I-I know what you mean. But trust me when I say that living with me and my crew is the best thing for you now. No one has ever been able to find out our secret hideout and they won’t either. Trust me Jackie, you’re safe. No one, and I mean no one, will ever hurt you as long as you’re with me. Okay?” I smiled as he said my nickname he gave me when I was younger. I nodded in order to show him I understood.
“Okay. How much longer till we arrive? My butt is falling asleep here.” I said with a small smile.
I heard him stifle a laugh “Don’t worry. We’re here” He said and as soon as he did I saw this huge mansion. I mean literally it was HUGE. I felt my jaw open wide as I heard laughter beside me. I looked over at Jake as he parked the car in the driveway looking unfazed.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Now come on and help me with your bags.” He said as he got out of the car. I hesitantly got out and mirrored his actions. I got my two blue and purple, my favorite colors, suitcases out of the trunk as he got out a small bag with my bathroom stuff. I heard a loud THUMP and then a beep beep indicating that he had shut the trunk and locked the car.
Jake opened the front door for me and that’s when my jaw hit the floor. If I thought outside was pretty, inside was drop dead freaking gorgeous! From the tile flooring, the decoration was beyond beautiful. I walked outside to the patio to see a huge pool and some chairs and a table out.Okay so living here might not be that bad I thought to myself with a mental grin. “Let’s go to your room and then I’ll give you a tour. The guys aren’t home yet so it’ll give you some time to get everything ready.” Jake said as he picked up my two bags from the floor and carried it upstairs while I did the same thing with the small bag. He showed me to my room which was a huge room with my own walk in closet and own bathroom. I even had my own balcony! There was a queen size bed in the center of the room with small night tables on either side. The glass door had brown curtains keeping the sun out and giving the room a nice shade.
After about 2 hours I had everything exactly how I wanted it. My clothes and shoes in the closet which took the longest because I coordinate them by weather, Don’t judge me, my makeup in one of the drawers in the bathroom, my shampoo and conditioner and soap and all that good stuff in the shower and everything else I brought with me went to its corresponding place in my new room. Jake took the liberty of showing me the rest of the house since none of the guys were home yet. The house was beyond beautiful. After the amazing house tour, I decided that it would be best if I went to my room to catch up on some much needed sleep seeing as it was only 3:38 pm.
Walking in, I draped the long and dark curtains over the glass door making the room look as if it was 8 pm. It was that dark. I changed out of my skinny jeans and sweater and put on some spandex shorts and an orange tank top. I laid down on the newly made bed and I stuffed my face into the pillow. The smell of the laundry detergent filled my nostrils and reminded me of home. Home. I felt tears beginning to pool in my eyes as I thought of home, my parents, and how happy everything used to be.
I cried and cried into the pillow until my eyes felt like they were about to pop out. In the end I didn’t have any more tears to spill. I hated this. I’ve always hated crying, it made me feel weak and stupid.
Stop crying Jacquelyn. This is exactly what they want. For me to suffer and cry and feel like crap. Well I’m not giving them that satisfaction. I’m strong and I’ve dealt with things like this my entire life. I can do this. No.More.Crying from now on.
My eyes felt droopy and a sense of tiredness washed over me all of a sudden. Happy thoughts of my parents were the last things I remember before blackness took over me.
I woke up from sudden noises from downstairs. Lots of talking and footsteps filled my ears. I’ve always been a light sleeper. Its both a blessing and a curse. Stretching my body to its extreme point, I relaxed back into my previous position, closing my eyes and trying to keep sleeping. But apparently these people never heard of an indoor voice. Yelling and laughter of men’s voices erupted from downstairs making me agitated.
Peeking over at the clock at the night stand next to me, 8:57 pm in bright red letters. Wow, I slept for almost 6 hours. Standing up and straightening out my top that that ridden up in my slumber, I walked over to my bathroom mirror. And let me tell you I looked like a hot mess. My hair was sticking up everywhere, my eyes and nose were still red and puffy from all the crying, my mascara and eyeliner were a little smudged over my eyes. With a sigh, I picked up my makeup bag and went to work. I only touched up on my mascara and wiped the smudge from under my eyes. Brushing my black mane of hair, I let it loose in the waves that Rosie did last night at her house. Back when everything was normal.
I’m not going to lie. I do think that I’m pretty. Now, I’m not a conceited bitch that thinks I’m beautiful and gorgeous, but I’m also not the type to complain about my features. I have dark black hair that almost reaches my waist, I get it from my mom. I have hazel eyes that I get from my dad with his long eye lashes. My body figure is pretty hot might I say. I’ve always been self-conscious about it, so I’ve always been into sports. I’ve done Volleyball for almost 3 years, which is where my toned thighs and long legs come from. I did Softball for 6 years, which is where my natural tan comes from. And finally, dance. I’m Hispanic, so ever since I was little I’ve loved dancing at parties to Salsa, and Merengue and Bachata and all that good stuff and my mom put me in studio at age 14. And YES im fully bilingual. Lol
Opening the door to my room, the noise seemed to increase by a million, which wasn’t really helping my headache right now. I started going down the two flights of stairs and once I was about halfway through the last flight of stairs, I found about 10 guys and 2 girls sitting on the couches and laughing. Half of them, including Jake, had their backs turned to me and didn’t noticed as I stepped on the last step of the stairs. It wasn’t until I cleared my throat twice that I got everyone’s attention. The laughing stopped along with the talking and side conversations, and all eyes were on me making me feel self-conscious all over again.
Why did I have to be wearing a pair of spandex shorts (I got them during my volleyball season) and a tight tank top in a room full of men??! Fuck my life…
I stared awkwardly at the floor with my arms crossed in front of me, waiting for someone to say something instead of just staring at me. Finally Jake cleared his throat and began to speak.
“Hey. Didn’t know you were awake. I thought you were still sleeping” he said with a small smile and a hint of confusion came across his face. He took a couple of steps towards me until he stood by my side. I looked up at him since he was much taller.
“Oh I was, but you guys woke me up” I said softly but still loud enough to be heard. Small chuckles escaped Jake and some other who I had never seen before. I guess Jake must have sensed my confusion as he started introducing me to everyone.
“Uhmm… this is Jacob, Mason, Noah, Ethan, Liam, Alex, Ben, Chris, Justin, and Caleb. Guys this is my sister Jacquelyn.” Jake said pointing to all the guys and then to me. I automatically recognized Caleb since we used to date last year. I found out he was cheated on me when he was shit-faced drunk, but we ended in good terms. I smiled at him and saw him do the same. The room filled with “Hi” and “Nice to meet you” from everyone except the guy Jake had previously pointed to named Justin, who was sitting on the couch with a blonde girl on top sucking the dear life outta him. I replied to everyone with a small wave and smile.
“I’m Liam” said the boy that had previously laughed along with Jake and I noticed a slight British accent; that’s hot. I couldn’t help but giggle at his outstretched hand before grabbing it with my own. “I know. He just introduced us” I said. I smirked once I saw a very faint blush appear on his cheek.
I looked over and saw Caleb staring at me smiling making me smile a real smile. He always had that ability. He made me laugh at times when I didn’t even want to smile.
“you fucker, what about me?? Uhh” A brunette girl around my age grunted at Jake. I watched as she walked over to me with a sweet smile on her face giving me a tight hug. “I’m Sabrina. Nice to meet you. We’ve heard so much about you” she said. I was about to reply when a loud obnoxious moan erupted from the couch. I looked over and noticed Justin groping the blonde bimbo’s ass while he sucked on her neck. She had her head thrown back as her hands were on his shoulders. Ew, I think I just threw up a little.
“And who the fuck is that?” I asked with a disgusted look on my face. I turned to look at Sabrina and she had the same look on her face making me laugh out loud. “That’s Sasha. Justin’s whore” she mumbled the last part. “You mean girlfriend?” I asked stifling my laughter. She turned to look at the pair again with furrowed brows and turned to face me again. “No I mean whore” she said nodding. “I think I just found myself a new best friend” I said in sickly sweet tone as she grinned at me “Alright bestie!” she said doing a weird hand motion with her left hand. We both giggled.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me considering I’m the ’New Girl’ in the house. With Sabrina, Jake, and some of the boys following close behind me, I stepped to the kitchen to get some food. I’m starving! Opening the fridge, I did a once over before I noticed cereal and milk. BINGO! Pouring it in a bowl and grabbing a spoon, I set it on the island table and began eating it with the boys and Sabrina talking and me joining the conversation. Not long after, Sasha came in with Justin behind her. Holy motherfucking Shit. This boy was ffiiiiiinnee! He had his brown hair spiked up, and his hazel eyes were really light thanks to the kitchen lighting. He had a white tshirt and some dark skinny jeans sagging. He wore his white supras on his feet and had some chains dangling from his neck. I stared back down into my cereal before he caught me gawking at him.
“Justin, Sasha, this is my sister Jacquelyn. She’ll be staying with us from now on.” Jake said, more to Justin than to Sasha.
I felt both their eyes burning holes in the back of my head while I dumped my plate into the sink. I turned around, to find Jake staring at me with a “say hi to them” face. Slightly rolling me eyes I faked a smile their way “Hey” I muttered. I could already tell we wouldn’t be getting along. I mean, who just chooses to ignore the new girl and decides to have a make out session instead. I mean, have to manners people! So rude.
People went back to their conversations in the kitchen while I just sat there with my phone listening in. I felt someone’s stare on me and when I looked up, I noticed both Justin and Sasha already looking at me. Sasha with envy and jealousy in her eyes and a scowl on her lips, while Justin stood with an unreadable expression but it wasn’t like he was attracted to me. In fact, by the small frown on his face, I could tell he didn’t want me here.
With a small smirk on my lips, I sent a wink their way. Giving Jake and Sabrina a hug and a cheek kiss, and a goodbye to the boys and a smile to Caleb, I made my way up the stairs.
NO more Mr. Nice Guy…. Although I’m a girl but whatever. If they wanna have an attitude towards me, bitch two can play this game.......
So let the games begin.