17. Who?

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Lynnex's POV

It is New Year's Eve.

I am finally going home!

I can finally see Isabella again!

Although it is eleven at night and I won't be arriving home until early tomorrow morning.

"You look happy" the brunette teases with a smirk

I roll my eyes at at her, my cheeks warming at her statement.

I made a last minute decision to video chat with her before I leave since I haven't talked to her in a week.

"I am," I declare

I don't even bother to try and hide the excitement from my tone of voice.

"I finally get to see your beautiful face in person again" I subtly tease her

This surprises her.

Her jaw drops the slightest bit from shock, her cheeks gradually turning red before my eyes.

I smile at her reaction as she embarrassedly looks down at her hands.

Aww.

She is so cute.

She awkwardly clears her throat before changing the subject.

"Are you spending New Years with your family?" She curiously asks me

I raise an eyebrow at the beautiful brunette.

Is she serious?

"Spend a holiday with my toxic, homophobic parents," I say lifting up one of my hands

"Spend a holiday with my future girlfriend," I say holding up the opposite hand

Her breath hitches at this answer.

I have no clue if it is from shock or excitement.

I ignore it and move my arms up and down as if they were a scale, eventually stopping with my second hand being higher than the first one.

"I think you know which one I'm picking" I state with a firm tone of voice

She rolls her eyes at me.

"Tell me more about this 'future girlfriend' that you speak of" she questions with a teasing tone

I laugh at her joking nature when she rests her chin on her closed fist, seemingly leaning said arm on a flat surface.

She is such a dork at times.

I tuck a strand of my golden blonde hair behind one of my ears so that it is out of my face.

My heart clenches when I notice her smiling at my hysteric laughter.

Ugh.

She is so freaking cute!

I go to answer her only to be interrupted by a different voice coming from her end.

"Hey there, cutie," the voice says with a flirty tone

What the-?

"Ready to cause some mischief?" The voice teases

It sounds like a teenage girl.

I furrow my eyebrows at this.

I do not recognize that person's voice.

I wonder who it could be.

Isabella looks up from her cellphone and her entire face instantly lights up.

I feel my heart painfully clench in my chest, again.

Ouch.

"Flower, Hey!" She greets happily

What the-?

Flower?

Is she a hippie?

Are her parents hippies?

The ecstatic brunette glances back down at me with an adorable smile.

"I have to go, I love you!" She expresses with a bright smile

I go to bid her farewell only for her to hang up before I can do so.

Oh.

Okay, I guess.

"You look upset, what's wrong?" My grandmother asks as she enters my guest room

Oh god.

I physically feel my heart begin to speed up in my chest as if it were running a marathon.

I look up at her with a cautious facial expression.

I cannot one hundred percent trust her.

She is homophobic.

Just as homophobic, if not more, than my parents.

If I tell her the truth who knows how disappointed she would be in me.

Heck, she would probably tell my parents and get me disowned.

"The person that I like," I vaguely start off

Fuck.

I am so nervous.

I carefully gauge her reaction.

"The two of us kissed before I was tricked into coming here and I think that they may have met someone else," I express with slight vulnerability

I am careful to refer to Isabella as 'they'.

If I say'she' or 'her' then my grandmother would freak and I would end up living in a homeless shelter.

If I say 'he' or 'him' then not only would I be lying, I would be nauseous.

Actually, the thought of guys in general make me sick.

I feel the temperature in the room increase the longer that I talk, well stress.

"I mean- I don't have the right to be mad, the both of us agreed that we would date when I came back if we still had feelings for each other" I contemplate

She frowns at this and makes her way over towards me, stopping in front of my frozen body.

"Oh honey," she sympathizes

She delicately takes my hands in hers.

"I'm sure that this is just a misunderstanding," she assures me

I think about this revelation.

"What boy wouldn't want to date you?!" She exclaims

Wait-

I furrow my eyes at her.

Is that supposed to be a good thing?

I cringe as her 'words of encouragement' echo in my head.

She is seriously making me sound like an object rather than a person.

I am a living, breathing human being, not a lifelike sex doll for the fragile, misogynistic male species.

Ew.

"I appreciate the effort," I lie

"But you're not really making me feel better" I tell her with a blunt tone of voice

She sighs, a ticked off facial expression making its way onto her face.

"Just pay attention to the way that they interact with each other, if they seem close then flaunt your position as his girlfriend," she says

Flaunt my position as a girlfriend?

I may be slightly jealous, but that does not mean that I am going to stoop down to being insecurely petty.

"It's easy" she claims before exiting the bedroom

She has done this before?!

That does not make it okay!

I groan at this and shove my cellphone into my back pocket.

You know what?

I am just overreacting.

Isabella is not dating this 'Flower' girl.

Why would she date someone a few weeks after telling me that she loves me?

It literally makes zero sense.

I'm sure that this 'Flower' girl is a guest.

Maybe a family friend.

Either way I seriously doubt that they are dating.

I should trust Isabella.

I do trust Isabella.

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"Get your foot out of my ribs, you nuisance!" I yell

I roughly grab my little brother's ankles and throw them so that they land against the plastic console.

"Ouch, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He groans out

He quickly sits up and grabs his hurt ankles, wrapping his hands around them.

Idiot.

"Jacob, language!" My father yells from the drivers seat

Haha.

"You, you're annoying the hell out of me!" I shout back with an annoyed tone of voice

How can he not understand that?!

I am the one who woke up from a nap with his feet in my ribs!

I am the victim here!

"Lynnex, language!" My father yells at me

I roll my eyes at him, not caring too much for the rules at the moment.

"At least I don't sound like I'm constantly trying to hold in a fart" He retorts

My jaw drops at this.

Is this gremlin serious right now?!

"At least I don't have to rely on our parents to get me friends" I fire back

He wants to fight, so lets fight.

He scoffs at this.

"At least I don't have to rely on makeup to get me attention from the opposite sex" he states

I glare daggers at him.

He better be lucky that I do not have a dagger.

"At least I don't attempt to walk in on my sister and her best friend while they're changing" I say

Wow.

That was kind of a low blow.

"You did what?!" My dad yells at us

We ignore him, too angered to care.

"At least I don't have to rely on short skirts for attention" he states

I ball my fists at this.

Is he serious right now?

He considers practically being raped 'asking for attention?

Ugh!

I don't want their fucking attention!

I don't even want to wear the goddamn skirts!

"Is that what you really think?" I question

He nods his head with a confident facial expression.

"Will the two of you shut up?!" My mother snaps from the passenger seat

I turn to face the drunken woman.

Wow.

No surprise there.

"God, the two of you bitching brats are giving me a massive headache" she groans

I roll my eyes at her and turn my body so that I am staring out of the rain coated window.

I fucking hate road trips.

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I kind of feel like I could've put a little more of her POV but I'm getting writers block.

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Mine is blue raspberry.

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