High School Teenagers

Chapter Nine. *Chloe's Diary*

The One We All Want To Murder

Logan "T-Rex" Burkes. The greedy and picky one of the boys. Me and Logan are like enemies, brother-sister-nemesis. Logan's the soccer tweebs, and of course I'm the model. With modeling, I just know my ways on modeling and cat walking, I guess. My first gig was a year when Raleigh was born. I started out at The Children's Place modeling agency and worked my way up the boards. Then before I knew it, I became the youngest model. Even Raleigh was a little model for a while; before Gabe introduced her to permanently borrowing things. Gabe and Aaron would call me Barbie the mannequin and I've been called that ever since. Nothing really special, unlike Gabby who Justin calls, which I am very thankful for. That name sounds more official for Gabe.

I looked at the time on my cellphone and my adrenaline grew faster by every five seconds. Why? Because I have Model Behavior next. My favorite and class of the day, then it's Gym which is gonna be annoying because I share that class with all eight of my brothers, and sister, and Zooey and the West twins. But with Model Behavior, I'm super pumped because me and Zooey have the same class together. We're partners and we're top notch in the class; we are loved and hated, that's life. Then 45 minutes of gym which I'm okay with but when I have to share the same class with my brothers and sister.

"Chloe, which is the main profit for 5y?" Mrs. Stevens asked me. I looked up at her, her dark eyes reading me like a book. I opened my mouth and shut it again before looking down at my school work and looking back to her.

"5x," I said, looking up from my paper. Stevens smiled at me and turned back to her session. Geometry is too easy for me, but too hard and complicated for my dear sister. Gabe even gives a "wtf" stare when I tutor him. Aaron's pretty good in geometry but he gets a headache after a while. Another person who's good in math, just any math in particular, our parents, and Axilla.

I bit on my pen and went through my notes before marking my last math problem. Done! My cellphone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket and saw that I got a text from my sister. I clicked to open it and I found the location 12 miles from school. I rolled my eyes and read the text.

No Sister or Mine:

  Hey, Nerdo, Justin and I are heading to the Gamepoint bar. Do you want anything? Ooh, how about the sweet and sour pork sandwich sticks? They're super good.

Me:

No thanks, I'm good. I like my insides in. But thanks for the offering, Riles.

       I put my phone away and another text came in, I screamed on the inside and unlocked my phone again.

No Sister or Mine:

Are you sure? You could use a little meat...

I locked my phone at that. Raleigh wants me to get big like her. We're the same shape, but she's thicker than me. She's taller than me by four inches but she's way hipper than me. Justin said that's how he likes it, I can't imagine them having s*x—and I know they probably have—but Raleigh is snapped for a built girl, and I'd like to thank my mother and Gemma for that. Thank you Mom and Aunt Gemma!

Mrs. Stevens likes to set me and Logan and Ivan together. She likes to see us argue, or fight.

"Riles and Justin are Catching Chickens again," I turned behind me and whispered to Ivan. Ivan and Logan quickly hopped up from their chairs and pulled my lab partner André Barnes, a Scottish redhead, from his desk. Logan taking André's seat and Ivan making himself comfortable in the empty chair next to mines, some heads turning but not paying attention, and Stevens of course writing on the bored, her back facing us.

"Do I have to smack the living daylights outta my sister?" Logan said. Ivan and I rolled out eyes and scoffed at him.

"I don't care as long as she doesn't come back knocked up," Ivan said, but more like muttered it. Logan and I both mumbled a "please don't," under our breaths. We have enough babies in the Burkes family, and I'm talking about the boys, plus I don't even think our little sister is mature enough for that. That baby might end up permanently borrowing things and Catching Chickens like her, and if so, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and we have another thief on our hands.

"So, Justinleigh are Catching Chickens what else is new?" Logan said. Logan has sandy brown hair, hazel eyes and he's about 6-foot, just my guess. Ivan was the first to sit back in his chair, spreading his legs, they're long enough to trip two people.

"She better come back with a college degree," Ivan said making me and Logan laugh. Yeah, okay. I'd rather have her come back a different person. For example, a bookworm or a spokeswoman.

"Do I have to smack the living daylights outta my brother?" Ivan said. I nodded my head yes smiling at him. If we could read minds, I'd join.

"No, no thanks, I like my brains in," Logan said.

"How can you keep in what you don't have?" I said reading the look from Ivan's face.

"Mr. and Mr. Burkes, please return back to your seats," Mrs. Stevens said. We looked up to see her staring at me but not Logan and Ivan. We looked at each other knowing that she wants one of us—me—to fight back with them. Logan leaned in towards me and I could hear a smile in his tone.

"Are you sure you don't want those sweet and sour pork sandwich sticks, you're stomach's giving me a free concert; chicken boned Chloe?" I felt my jaw drop, and I turned to Logan and found my hand combining with his jawline, a perfect bop coming from his face. Ivan was the first to laugh then a few students laughed along with Ivan, and funnier than this, so did Mrs. Stevens, she laughed. Ivan laughed harder at Logan, and pulled himself and Logan back to their seats behind me. I looked back to Stevens who gave me a thumbs up and a smile. Mrs. Stevens never smiles, only with her own way amusement.