Chapter Two

 Chapter Two - Aiden and Kyle

Macy's POV

I wandered downstairs, already knowing what to expect from hearing the shouting from the boys. I groan rolling my eyes when I reach the bottom. "You guys are loud," I whine walking over to the three boys on the couch. They were busy watching football. "Fucking Christ, did you see that?!" Aiden yelled, tossing some popcorn at the tv. "Boo!" He grunted before taking a handful of popcorn and stuffing his mouth. "What a fucking loser!" Kyle agreed, his face had turned a shade of red. Either he was mad or he was currently suffering from the heat in this house. 

"Esse cara é foda!" Korey chuckles. The rest join him and I'm left utterly confused. Does Aiden even know what Korey just said? Am I seriously being ignored here? Letting out a breath of irritation, I stomped over to the kitchen, leaving the boys screaming at the television. So much for "hurry up and get ready." I take off the scrunchie that was wrapped around my wrist and weaved my silky brown hair through it until the strands were off my back. Some tendrils still fluttered on my forehead but it wasn't enough to irk me. "Morning mom." I greeted her. She was busy cooking lunch, her back facing me as she circled a spoon in the pan before her. 

She turned around just enough so I could see her face to send me a warm smile. "Morning baby, you woke up late. You're lucky I saved you some breakfast, your dad and brother almost finished it all." She laughed. I sat down on one of the stools, resting my forearm on the cold marble counter. "Well technically I woke up early, I was just busy reading that's all," I admitted sheepishly. She puts off the stove, spoon in hand as she twirls around to face me. A red sauce coated the spoon, its scent making my belly grumble. She walked over to me. 

"How many times must I say that your stomach comes before books Macy? Books can wait, I do not want you to starve." She scolds nearing me. I chew on my plump bottom lip and looked down in shame, feeling like a little kid. "I know mom. This one was just--" I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish. "Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed my mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down. She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I ran a finger on the spoon, and the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmm." I moaned, sucking my finger. 

Mom's eyes widen in satisfaction, a beaming smile plastering on her lips. Her hair falls loosely over her shoulder, the tips softly touching the end of her blue t-shirt. Her eyes crinkle at the corner as she continues to smile. She hadn't aged a bit. She was exactly the same, beautiful. Explains why dad can't leave her alone. "It's good?" She questions though she already knew the answer to this question. "When have you ever cooked anything disgusting? Well, apart from that turkey last year that you burnt." I giggled. She narrows her eyes that were identical to mine. The glasses slide down my nose a tad bit. I pushed it back into place and smiled at mom. "Now can I have my breakfast mom?" I asked. 

"Mrs. Fernandes, can I have some breakfast too?" Korey comes strolling in. He stops behind me, his body emanating a roll of heat. His shirt brushed my back and I involuntarily suck in a sharp breath. Stop it, Macy, he's your best friend. "Mace what's the point of eating when we're about to head to Atlantic?" He laughs and tugs my ponytail. I twist my head to look at him. Brown eyes meet honey brown eyes and we stare. "What's the point of asking for breakfast when we're about to go?" I countered back. I turn around and shrugged. "Besides I skipped breakfast earlier and I'm famished." 

"Now who's fault is that?" I could hear the evident amusement in his tone. The way his voice took a husky edge when he usually tries to rattle me up. "You should really blame Caden for your hunger. If you weren't busy--" I turned around swiftly, my face said it all. I was embarrassed and annoyed that he would joke around now that my mom was present. For God's sake, she didn't even know I owned these books. I sneak off to buy them at the local library. Whenever dad gave me money to spend, I would save it to buy them. Now my secret was not so much of a secret anymore and all thanks to the honey-browned boy staring back at me. He found this amusing, what a so-called friend he is. 

But you haven't been thinking about him in a friendly way, now have you Mace? My conscience mocked me. I got off the stool and clutch his hand, tugging him along with me. "Leave the breakfast mom, I'm going to Atlantic!" I shout over my shoulder. She answers with a giggle. Great now even my mom found me amusing. Korey's chuckle pisses me off and leads me to drop his hand. I turn around to glare at him but I'm not so sure I looked the least intimidating. His finger came to massage the crease between my eyebrows. "Don't frown Mace, you'll get wrinkles on that pretty little face of yours." 

I stepped away feeling a slight tingle where his finger touched my skin. I turn around and walk over to Kyle and Aiden. Their eyes were fixated on the television, both too transfixed to realize that I reached for the remote. Their eyes gleam with anxiety as they focus their gaze on the screen. My finger hovers over the off button before I finally pressed it. The screen goes blank and the boy's mouth drop. "What the--" Aiden started but I swiftly sent him a glare. "If you finish that sentence I'll tell dad when he comes home from work," I warned. He grumbles something under his breath before crossing his arms. He was two years younger than I yet he acted like he was the older one. He was the younger version of dad. At just the age of fifteen, he was almost the same height as Korey and had girls falling at his feet. 

I turn to Kyle, seeing that he still staring at the black screen in obvious confusion. "Let's go, Kyle I'm hungry," I say and turned around to stomp to the front door. "Where are y'all going?" I could hear Aiden question them. "Atlantic," Korey responded. I open the front door not caring if they followed after. I spot Kyle's red Subaru and strolled over to it. My converse hit the pavement with a thud. I could distinctly hear their loud footsteps following after me. "Someone's impatient to head to Atlantic's. Though I think you're impatient to get back to your reading." Korey teases me when he caught up to me. I ignored him opening the car door and climbed inside. The short ripped jumpsuit I wore showed off the smooth creamy skin of my thighs. I shifted myself to get more comfortable on the seat. Korey's eyes flicker to my thighs before he swiftly averted his eyes, closing the door harder than necessary. 

Both he and Kyle opened their door simultaneously and closed it. Korey turns in his seat and sends me a wink. "Don't worry Mace, we'll get you back to your reading. Then we can practice what you've been taught." A red blush crawls up my face and coats my cheeks. Kyle laughs and mumbles something incoherent. "Shut up," I mumble and stare out the window. Kyle starts up the car and a second later we are on our way to Atlantic. I hate Atlantic, it was too crowded. Reeked of teenagers, though I was one I didn't want to associate myself with them. They were rude and snobby. I only went there because of Korey and Kyle.