Chapter 8 : You're Adopted?

"Again, I'm sorry about my brother.." I apologize for the 100th time, Staring out of the passenger side window. My face has been red since we left my house and I haven't been able to look Brett in the eyes.

My brother is really knows how to embarrass me.

"Gorgeous you don't have to keep apologizing. I said it's ok," Brett chuckles as he continues driving down the street.

"Sorry, it's a habit," He turns his head to smile at me then turns back to the street.

"You're adorable," He chuckles and I feel a blush creep my cheeks, again. I hide behind my hair this time and Brett laughs.

"Not funny."

"It kinda was. You should be a comedian," I shook my head.

"Being on stage isn't my thing. Plus, no one is funnier than Kevin Hart," He laughed and shook his head, pointing a finger towards me.

"That is true."

We burst out laughing after a moment of silence.

Why do I feel like I can be myself around him? I barely know him...

"So where are we going?" I watched the city as we passed by.

"You'll see," I turn my head to see him smirking.

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?" He laughs out loud and I smile. His laugh is kinda cute.

Who said that...?

You. You idiot.

"You're adorable and funny, I like it." He smiles at me.

* * * * * *

"A skate park?" I folded my arms, staring at Brett as he stood there with a grin.

"Yeah," He winked and walked towards the skateboards.

"No, no. last time I came here, Harley and Damon broke my foot!" I whine.

"Damon? You guys know each other pretty well, huh?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, we actually grew up together. he's Harley's best friend," I shrug and hide my smile.

"Oh, so you guys are close?"

"Why do you ask? I mean yeah, I guess since he's always at our house," I shrug.

"Right," He cleared his throat.

"Shall we?" He motioned his hands toward the skateboards that are stacked up.

"No, we shall not. I am not getting on that death board," I fold my arms sassily.

"Death board?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Yes, therefore I am not getting on that thing," I flop down on the edge of the skating rink.

"Aw, princess," He playfully pouts and I roll my eyes.

"I'll hold onto you the whole time, how's that sound?" He holds up a skateboard and smiles, showing his dimples.

Ugh! Curse him for having them!

The next thing I knew I'm on a death board, holding onto Brett's shoulders for support as he holds onto my waist. I have on foot on the board and the other on the ground.

"Brett I can't—"

"It's ok. You're doing good princess Minnie," He smirked and I scoff.

"I am far from a princess."

"You have the face of a princess."

"Whatever Prince Charming, just don't let me go," I roll my eyes.

"So, if I'm Prince Charming—"

"Don't get any ideas," I shake my head as a smirk formed on his lips.

"I was just going to say, we would have to get married," He shrugged and me being me, I blush.

"Sure you were," He chuckles as I glare playfully at him.

"Hermione?" I trip off my board and yelp as I hear a familiar voice. Before I could fall, Brett catches me by my waist. I sigh and give him a thankful smile.

I finally look at the person who called me."Damon? What are you doing here?" I rub my arm nervously.

Butterflies.

Butterflies.

Freaking butterflies!

"You know I always come here with Harley," He didn't glance at but death stared Brett.

"He isn't here is he?" I whined.

"Nope. just me," He continues to stare down Brett for a few seconds. His eyes soon focus on Brett's hands around my waist.

He balls his fist and clenched his jaw tightly.

Damn, that was hot.

Mad Damon is a turn on— Just saying.

"What are you doing here with him?" He turned toward me and folded his arms. I glance at his biceps and bite down on my lip.

"We're hanging out and it's none of your business," I fold my arms at him and stood up straighter. I try my hardest to ignore the feeling in my stomach.

"Awe, you're adorable when you try to talk back to me," He teased and smirked, tilting his head a little. I feel my cheeks heat.

"I'm not trying too. I am."

"That's cute," He chuckled and gave me a once over.

Damon then glares at Brett on more time and walks over to some guys, who were skating before we got here.

"Can I ask you something, Minnie?" Brett asked as I got back onto the board, he holds onto again.

"Sure."

"Why was Harley mad at me at lunch today?" I knew this question was coming.

"He thinks that I have a crush... on you or someone else and he got so mad. I didn't want him to hurt you because when Harley gets into a fight, you'll end up in the hospital for a while," Cue my famous sigh.

It's true though. Harley can't control himself when he's angry.

"Why would he think that? even if you did have a crush on someone, why does he get so mad about it?" He raises an eyebrow curiously.

"That's a long story.. for another day," I close and reopen my eyes to see him staring at me.

"What?"

"N-Nothing, Sorry.." I watch his cheeks turn pink.

Did Brett just blush?

We continue skating for a while as I kept taking L's on my face while Brett laughed.

The whole time I could feel Damon's eyes on me. His stare makes me feel ugly.

"Can we go?" I asked tiredly.

"Awe, princess's had enough L's for today?" I glare at him as he laughs.

* * * * * *

"Wait, You're adopted?" I stuffed a spoon full of cookies and cream ice cream Into my mouth.

"Yup. My real mom was mixed with black and white while my dad is half Spanish."

"Wow, that's so cool," I smile and thought about it for a second.

"You don't look—"

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He chuckles.

"Can you speak Spanish?"

"Ha! No. I know hola, that's about it," He shook his head as I snorted and spit out some of my ice cream.

"You never learned Spanish?" He shook his head again.

"My father never took the time to teach me. My grandma, who is his mom. She would try to teach me Spanish, but she died when I was 10," He shrugged and played with his ice cream.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Where are your real parents?" I asked curiously.

"My um, My mom, she was killed and my dad is currently in jail," He stared at his ice cream. I make an O shape with my mouth and decided to change the subject.

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yea. I have an adoptive brother who is in college and a blood sister who is 14 now," He smiled.

"What's your brother's name?"

"Mason."

"Sister?"

"Brayden.." He smiled at the thought of her.

"Where is she?"

"We got separated when I was adopted. til this day, I still don't know if she's safe with a loving family or still trapped in that hell place," He shook his head and I hesitate to grab his hand.

Isn't this what people do to confront others?

I'm not good at that.

I decided to grab ahold of his hand. Brett looked up at me and gives me a sad smile.

"I'm sure she's ok," I slightly smile.

"Thanks, gorgeous," He smiled again and I blush.

I'm seriously not used to a guy calling me that.

It still makes me cringe.

Being called gorgeous.

I always thought that the word never existed in my characteristics.

"Well, look what we have here," A high pitched annoying voice said. I pulled my hand away from Brett's.

"Beaty and the beast. Herman, when did you get so hairy?" Her Minions laugh as I stared into my lap.

Joslin.

"Brett, why are you here with someone as worthless as her?" Brett scoffed.

Why is he?

"Then I should be moving away from you then," She gasped dramatically and I snicker, looking up at Brett to see him wink at me.

Cue the blush.

"Hermione is a fun person to hang with, so if you don't mind. Would you leave? Your carriage awaits," He shu's her away and smiles at me.

"So, where were we?" He ate some of his ice cream like she's not even there anymore.

Joslin groans and storms out the ice cream shop with her minions running after her.

Once she's gone I burst out laughing. I can't remember the time I laughed like this.

"That's was awesome!" Brett sits there staring at me and smiling. I quickly straighten my face, I'm pretty sure that was the ugliest laugh ever.

"Why'd you stop?" He frowns.

"That was the most ugliest laugh."

"Your laugh is the most beautiful Thing I've ever heard," His tone serious.

"Why so serious?" I chuckled emotionless.

"Because you keep talking bad about yourself and it's not good," He stared into my eyes.

I shake my head and get up.

"Can we go?" I walk out of the ice cream shop.

Standing by Brett's car, I hear his footsteps after mine. He unlocks the car door and we both get in.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Nope," I continue to stare straight ahead. Brett sighs deeply then drives off.