Well, this chapter took a while. I'm sorry for the wait, guys!

The title is from I'm Sorry by Flyleaf. Coincidentally. I'm serious. :P

Here you see a few other sides of Key and two new characters! They're both opposites and that makes me smile. :D But then reviews make me smile even wider.

Heh.

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Chapter 2

Close My Eyes and Brace Myself

It’s human nature to be curious. I for one am a very curious girl. I’d research on bands I’ve never heard of; I’d try new food; I’d go somewhere new; I’d do whatever just to satisfy the longing to find something beyond. Heck, I’ve even done my research on death and life after it.

I know that whatever comes after death is mostly based on faith. So far I’ve heard that you get re-incarnated into another person or being, you go to heaven or hell or you just go blank—you don’t think anymore. Of course, people wouldn’t really know because technically others can’t come back to tell the tale after a bullet hits them in the middle of their head.

Under these circumstances, I guess that death would be better than living in the same house as Cam Carteret.

“What are you doing?” I managed to stutter out as Cam began to chuckle.

“I thought you were Jean or someone,” he replied and pulled the trigger.

Let me repeat that in a few words that would make more sense to my clouded brain. Cam was trying and/or succeeded in killing me. Of course, I wouldn’t know. For all I know death could be just replaying everything that happened in your last few minutes of life.

Wait—What? I felt something trickle down my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes to face Cameron clutching his stomach, laughing hysterically. I touched my forehead, still quite stunned. I lowered my hand and examined the liquid.

It was water.

“CAM!” I screeched, disregarding the fact I may have shook the house. Cam was laughing nonetheless, that stupid bastard.

“You have no respect for your guests!” I added, trying to clearly state the fact I was furious. I expected him to do something. At least something that would show that he was sorry but do you know what I get?

“You should have seen the look on your face! Priceless! Holy Mother of Effing Gameboys!” he laughed harder. Personally, I wouldn’t have laughed so hard to this cliché prank. I guess that small minds are easily amused, indeed.

This is why I never wanted to live in this house in the first place. I knew that someone immature would be there to annoy me. Living alone would have been better than living with a living nightmare. All boys are like this. They’re all immature. Not to mention the fact that there are five of them!

Just think of the entire ruckus they would cause. Disrupting my normal, peaceful life. The nerve of those higher beings controlling us like we’re puppets.

Nothing good is going to happen to me here!

“Cameron; shut up. You’re supposed to welcome the guest, not scare the living shit out of her,” a slightly strong yet lazy voice said. I turned my head, and to my surprise, the most gorgeous boy I’ve ever laid my eyes upon stood before me. (Of course, Cam was kind of hot too but I do have my own preferences.)

He looked as perfect as one of the statues downstairs though he was a bit less muscular and lanky. He stood tall, around six feet just like Cam with glistening emerald eyes and shaggy dark brown hair. His facial features were so greatly sculpted that you’d think he wasn’t even real.

He looked like a movie star—no, even more than that. He looked like a god in human form.

“Sorry about him,” he apologized, leading me away from the room with all my anger flushed out. It didn’t even occur to me anymore that Cam was still laughing his ass off in the other room. All that mattered was the person with his hand lightly pushing my back towards the hallway and I didn’t even know his name!

He left me in the middle of the large hallway for a moment to shut Cam’s door. My eyes never left him however. He turned back to me once again. I tried my best to hide my blush but no avail. My cheeks were still a thousand shades of red. Blame the hormones.

“He really doesn’t know when to stop joking around,” he grumbled. Though his lips were naturally curled upwards, he still seemed like the serious type.

Another plus point.

I know I can live with serious types. I’ve had enough crazy in my life, thank you very much.

We just stood there. He wasn’t meeting my eyes and I tried my best not to stare. It stayed that way for a few moments before I decided that silence wasn’t going to get anywhere—or get his name.

“Yeah, I’m Keira. You can call me Key,” I offered, I extended my hand for him to shake but he ignored it. I scowled and let my hand fall loosely beside me.

“I’m Jean, I live next to Sam’s room,” he said and started walking down the hall. Leaving me no choice, I followed him, not really caring where he was going.

“Oh, how old are you?” I tried to prolong conversation.

“What’s it to you?” he replied, cockiness evident in his voice.

Great, not only is he a serious type but he’s arrogant. He knows that he’s hot and he’ll take advantage of it. Damn. Damn. Damn. I better just let go of this fight.

“Nothing, just curiosity,” I replied monotonously before I turned to walk back to my room. Jean didn’t even stop. I heard a door shut right before I shut my own.

I locked the door and jumped back on my bed. There are no decent men in this world, are there? I have no choice but to start dating when I’m 30 when all the men my age are finally mature.

Come to think of it, my dad is in his early forties and he acts like a child around the kitchen.

Scratch that, I’m never EVER getting married

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About four hours into the afternoon, I decided to check out the computer. The first thing I did was to upload all my pictures and documents into a password-guarded file; a network through the house connected the computers. I didn’t want the Carteret family snooping around my private stuff.

I logged into my messenger. None of my friends from New York were online. I sighed sadly and opened a link to my blog. I might as well write about my day so far so that they’d miss out on my individual ranting. Hopefully someone out there would have sympathy for me.

Unbelievable

Written on June 21, 2007, 4:36pm

What a way to start my summer, moved to a new town in the eternal summer of Florida. It still hasn’t sunk in, you know? The fact my parents dumped me here when they know I can manage on my own.

Before I start with my rant, I want to shout out to Jane, Kelly and Jordan who aren’t online despite the lack of time difference. It’s 4-fucking-o’clock, you guys!

Anyway, I met the family. The older brother’s an asshole and the one next to him is a cocky bastard. I haven’t met the other two. The youngest one thought I was a guy but then when he figured out that I was a girl, he couldn’t stop giggling.

The house makes up for it, I guess. I’m going to be living in a mansion for some time. Bwahaha!

This is such a weird situation. How did I get into this? Oh yes, my Africa-saving parents.

AAAARGH.

My blog update was far from finished though. I was rudely interrupted with a knock on my door.

I rolled my eyes, asking myself who it was as I closed the window and shut off the computer. I trudged towards my door and unlocked it. Before me stood Cameron with an uneasy grin on his face and an unfamiliar guy beside him.

“Hi, I’m James!” he-who-does-not-have-a-name greeted me enthusiastically. His smile was spreading like a disease. I found my lips curling upwards just looking at him.

“Yeah, and my brother wanted to apologize,” James said then elbowed his brother, who was a few inches taller than him, on the chest. “He’s doesn’t know when his pranks go too far.” He flashed another big grin at me.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I guess the whole gun thing isn’t appropriate on first name basis only. I should have played that one when you trusted me more…” Cam admitted as he drew circles with his feet on the ground.

“It’s alright,” I smiled. I’m not usually that forgiving but James’ pheromones were causing me to be as nice as I can possibly get. Cam sighed in relief.

“That’s good, I thought that you’d hate me forever,” Cam chuckled a bit. I shook my head, “No, no. I can’t stay mad at the person who helped bring up my bags right?” We all started laughing then.

This James character is doing this, I can tell. I’m going to get to the bottom of this…

“Oh, Mom’s calling us down for dinner,” James butt in.

“Sure, I’ll be right downstairs!” I smiled brightly.

“Alright, we’ll see you at the dinner table,” Cam patted my back. I gave another smile then waved to them as they walked back down the stairs.

The weird thing is that right after the two were out of my sight, the warm, fuzzy, happy feeling inside me vanished. I thought about how James’ smile made me feel like smiling as well.

James must have some weird powers.

I then shut my door behind me and thought about dinner. Then it occurred to me that I didn’t know where the dining room even was.

Whoops.

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So? What do you think? Is Jean too scary or is James even scarier? Haha!

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