Chapter 13

ME=TOTALLY HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK. I have no idea why I can picture everything in my head..I just can't put it in words. But I needed to get a chapter, so I really apologize for the shortness AND the lack of quality of it.

Here's the catch though: There's been a story buzzing around my head. I had to sit in an airport for seven hours waiting for my cousin's flight to get in and I couldn't stop thinking about this. I finally decided that even though it's crazy to start a fourth story, I just had to. So here it is: http://memoriesworthalifetime.blogspot.com/ . PLEASE check it out and please tell people about it :) Hope every one had a great Thanksgiving!

The whole night I was on edge. I know Brent, so I know that he never gives up. He would stay out there the whole night trying to get his way in. That’s why I panicked when I heard the garage door open and footsteps. I looked around the basement and my eyes wondered upon a Wayne Gretzky autographed stick. Sorry Wayne, but personal safety was more important than any autograph. I crept upstairs and flung the door open. To my shock, some one was already standing in the doorway. I screamed and went to swing at the guy, but he grabbed onto my wrists tightly.

“Kylie! What the hell?” Jordan yelled. Oops. “I always thought you didn’t like me, but not enough to take me out.”

I laughed softly, “I thought you were some one else.” I froze. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Who di-“ Jordan began to ask before Sidney came running around the corner. “What the hell Jordan?! Get your hands off of her!” He barked. Jordan laughed and dropped my wrists. “Hey, don’t yell at me. She was the one that tried to kill me.”

Sidney looked at both of us before shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know.” He then spotted the hockey stick on the floor. “Kylie! I told you to never touch this!” He cradled it softly. “It’s one of a kind.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not three. I know how to touch a hockey stick without breaking it.”

Sid ran downstairs and came back up. “Let’s go, every one is in the kitchen.” I followed Jordan and Sidney to see Max, Flower, and Vero standing around in our kitchen eating our food.

“MINI C!” Flower yelled holding out his fist.

I laughed before pounding his fist. “Daisy!” Vero gave me a hug and I slowly crept forward to stand next to Max. Max put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. Sidney now stood across from us glaring. Max noticed this and faked a stretch, lifting his arm off of me, and shoved it in his pocket. I glared right back at Sidney and wrapped my arm around Max’s waist before sticking my tongue out at him.

Flower laughed. “You two are so funny to be around.”

Sidney rolled his eyes. “No, it’s just Ky being extremely childish.”

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Jordan’s POV

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I hated his hands all over her. It’s not that I like her, I just feel overly protective of her. And I have no idea why because I’m a man, so I don’t get all “in tune with my feelings.” What I know was driving me crazy was Heather. She broke up me and now she won’t leave me alone. I let out a loud groan when she sent another rather pathetic text. They all looked at me curiously. “Heather won’t leave me alone.” I explained.

“Why? Didn’t she break up with you?” Vero asked.

“That’s what I thought to.” I grumbled. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Kylie was fidgeting.

“Dude, I’m sorry. I know how she wrecked you up.” Flower said.

I shook my head and laughed. “It’s nothing a few beers can’t fix.”

“Amen to that.” Sid stated before getting out five beers and passing them around.

“Um, hello.” Kylie stated.

Sidney grinned. “You’re under twenty-one Ky. Too bad for you.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “So! We are standing in your kitchen! No one cares!”

Sid smirked. “Maybe you’re boyfriend will get you one.” I laughed along with every one, it was sure a good way to get revenge.