My Second Chance

Chapter - 5

So here I was, sitting with my brother in the living room, staring at each other. After mother left us, we went to the living room to decide who would do what chores. And after an hour of choosing, we agreed. I will do the cooking and cleaning. He takes out the trash and buys the groceries. Also, we both have to clean up our messes. He will also pick me up from school. We then went to our room.

My schedule will change a bit, but it's alright. It just means I'll be a lot busier than I was. I flipped through my notes from classes and did my homework. I hate studying, but I can't just drop out. And it would look very suspicious if I just quit. So that leaves me with the only solution: study hard, get good grades and finish school. But what college would I go to? This girl never thought about school and she would just wing it, but I need to decide what college or university I would go to? Since I studied management in my last life, I think I might major in business. So I guess I'll go to college. I'll need to study harder though. After I decided, I finished up my homework and tidied up. I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.

The next day, Friday, I got home from school and started to prepare dinner. As I was cooking, I heard the doorbell ring. Then some talking. I put the food onto the plates and took it to the dining room. As I placed the last plate down, I noticed some guys in the hallway. My brother walked into the dining room and noticed how much food I had made. How was I supposed to know that more people would come? I only made food for both of us. Not all of his friends.

"Oh, uh, we'll need more food than that. Make sure to prepare more meat dishes." As he said that, I grabbed a plate full of food and threw it at him. Since I still haven't recovered my old form. The plate of food clashed with the wall near his head. When he turned around, I just flipped him off, grabbed my plate of food, and pushed past him. I went to my room and slammed the door closed.

Asshole. He thought I would prepare food for everyone? I'm pretty sure we agreed that I will prepare the food for both of us, not for everyone. If he wants to feed everyone, he can make the food himself. I put the plate on my desk and turned on the laptop.

I started doing my homework and I even triple-checked everything to make sure I didn't make a mistake. I went over my last homework and tried to understand how the hell I could make a mistake like that. After I finished my homework, I grabbed a book from my bag that I got from the library and sat on my bed with the side lamp on. I was halfway through the book when someone opened the door. I ignored it, thinking that it was just my brother checking up on me. I continued reading my book, but I still didn't hear the door close. Before I could look up from my book, I felt something heavy on the bed. I quickly looked at what it was and I saw a guy half-naked on my bed! I back away until I accidentally bump into the side lap and knock it off the side table. The loud crash still didn't wake the guy up, then I noticed the smell. Drunk bastards. I got out of my bed and went downstairs into the living room. Guys with no shirt on laughing, drinking, and playing. I rolled my eyes and flipped the light switch off.

"What the hell?"

"Who turned the lights off?"

"Relax everyone, I'll turn the lights back on" I heard my brother say.

He turned on the lights and his eyes widened. I pulled out my phone and wrote, 'Take your friend out of my bed!'

He sighed "Sis, just drag him to my room-" I slapped him before he could finish talking. Then I pointed toward the stairs. He sighed and I followed him towards my room. When we got there, I heard a noise. That was the one thing I prayed for when that guy got into my room. He picked up the guy and I glared at them. Great! Now I have to clean up the f*****g puke!

I went to the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper and a bag. I cleaned it up. Thank god he at least vomited on the floor, not the carpet or bed. I threw the paper with the vomit in the bag and tied it. I went back to the bathroom and threw it in the trash. I grabbed a mop and went to clean up that spot and the broken lamp, then threw the glass into the trash. After that, I sprayed some air perfume throughout the entire room and then closed the door to my room. Locking it.

I need to get my own place asp. If this is how it's going to be every time that mother leaves. It's better for me to get my own place. I sigh and get back in bed. Falling asleep.

The next day, I wake up, grab the empty plate from my desk and go downstairs to the kitchen. I put the plate in the dishwasher and cook myself some eggs and bacon. As I was cooking, from the corner of my eye I saw a guy with only his sweatpants coming into the kitchen. I finished cooking and took out a new clean plate. I put the food on the plate and grabbed a fork and knife, put it on the island, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, and poured some peach juice, then placed it near my plate. I walked around the island and sat on the stool and finally started eating my breakfast.

The guy I saw earlier grabbed a glass and poured himself some orange juice and leaned his back against the fridge. I took a peek at him. Definitely handsome, but not as handsome as that guy I saw at school. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him at school at all. Maybe I should have focused on what they were talking about. As I finished my glass of juice, the guy put the glass in the dishwasher and walked out. I got up and I put my plate and utensils in the dishwasher. As I put the glass in there, I heard the front door ring. Then a few people walked towards the door. I turned on the dishwasher and started walking toward the stairs. Then, as I was about to ascend the stairs, I noticed my brother talking to a guy with jet black hair and some strands that were silver. You have to be f*****g kidding me.