10. The Gay, the Asthmatic and the Untamed

Playlist for this chapter;

Opportunity- Sia,

DJ Got Us Falling Inlove Again- Usher ft Pitbull.

On my a decade and half one quater on this shit hole we call Earth, I've come to actualize the fact that enraged female gets soft once or twice in a while.

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"And now look at me

and this opportunity

It's standing right in front of me

One thing I know

it's only part luck and so

I'm putting on my best show

Under the spotlight

I'm starting of my life

Big dreams becoming real tonight

So look at me and this opportunity"

It's a loud melody filled voice emerging out from the music room that I hear as the body guards shut the door behind me. I had called Mr Cole, our head driver after I had ran half amile away from the jerk, Max, and he arrived in less than ten minutes and picked me up and dropped me off at home.

As I ascend the stairs, my legs carries me to the hallway of the music room instead of my room, and the door of the music room is left slightly ajar.

Lo and Behold, it's Sam who owns the adorable feminine voice.

Several emotions resonates out of him as his long beautiful fingers works magically furiously on the piano, singing out of the blue like he is lost in his world and the serenity of his angelic voice.

I furrow my eyebrows when I see that his eyes are fixate on something, as he sings the whole time.

Itching my head foward, I see that it's the photo of one of our nostorious school's jock, Percy Parker on his laptop. Percy Parker is the best friend of Tristan, in the same football team with him, and the nephew of principal Ambers. Aside that, he has a bad reputation and is LAHS number one male horn dog.

At that, my brain properly aligns that Sam has a great crush on him.

Holy Fuck!

Sam is gay!

He pauses and turns around, as if sensing being watched. But I'm quick to hide at the back of the door.

I stay behind the door for a while before I pop my head back into the room.

Insecurity, fear, and sadness resonates from him as he wipes his eyes with the back of his clad hand white sleeve shirt. And it takes me few moments to realize he's in tears.

Holy motherfucking macaroni.

Sam is gay.

Does his siblings know? Is the question that replays itself on my mind a hundred times as I walk away from the music room, away from Sam and his insecurities, self pity and homosexuality.

I'm drinking water straight from the bottle inside the Kitchen and watching the maids and cooks set to work, when I hear loud non-stop wheezing and my wayward legs drag me to one of the said Mckenzie siblings room.

"What in the world is going on in here?!

Evans is sprawled on floor, shirtless, barefooted.

The only fabric he has on is his Spiderman boxers. I scoff at the sight.

But something doesn't look right.

He looks helpless, and there's a sudden flicker of hope in his grey eyes, when he sees me.

His face and chest is red like a fussy infant.

His large body trembles as he gasps for air.

"My I-inhaler, (Wheeze) I can't (much louder, shaky wheeze) find it."

"Are you asthmatic?" I ask wiggling my eye brows at him nervously, not having an ounce of pity for him, because he's one of the Mckenzie siblings, and the Mckenzie Siblings deserves every and more pain in the world.

But he's the less shitier one. Other than tying me to a chair which was an order, he hadn't insulted me like his sisters and his half masculine brother or punched me like his rather cocky brother.

"Would you quit bitching about and help me find it!" Tears are spilling out of his eyes as he scrambles on the floor and coughs some more.

"Fine." I'm taken aback because I gave in so easily. Something is definitely wrong with me. "But how could you be so careless.

Knowing you're asthmatic, your inhaler should be with you all the time, even when you're having sex!"

My hand moves to my mouth in shame when I realize what I just spill out.

I have this flaw of always speaking without thinking.

Evans doesn't bother making a sarcastic comeback because his tongue is out this time, quit pale blue too, as he repeatedly hits his chest with his eyes creasing right into their sockets and his body unendingly shuddering.

Before my brain can register what what's going on, I'm searching for the stupid fucking inhaler. I open his drawers and groan when I see dirty underwears and stockings.

"Ow, gross!" I exclaim in irritation when I see a half naked bimbo on a magazine cover as I rummage through his bags. "

Finally I kneel and look at the under of his bed and there, I see it, coupled with other half naked feminine magazines and used condoms. Gross, his room is messy.

How is it possible he has a used condom under his bed?

He sneaked in some girl?

"Here, Evans!" I rush to his side, totally forgetting my hatred for him as I kneel and hold out the inhaler to him.

His grip is weak on the inhaler, and in fear, I place his head gently on my laps and shove the inhaler into his mouth.

He sucks on the inhaler timidly at first, soft sweaty curly bangs glued to his pespiration forehead, and he's so fucking cute because he looks like a stressed out over grown adorable toddler.

My heart give out a shout of joy when his suck on the inhaler becomes stronger, and he grips unto my hand which has the inhaler on his mouth, with his big paw, and sucks even harder.

I don't know what got through me, or brainwashed me because I carry my left hand up, place it gently on his back, and stroke.

And his body tenses at first, before it finally gives in and relaxes into my gentle strokes.

My heart sinks at the sight.

For the first time in a long while, I feel fucking useful. And it's because of this boy whose weight of head was on my lap, this boy-

"Evans!"

I'm being disrupt from my thoughts, when the door flings open and a frighten barefoot Miranda rushes in and forcefully shoves me away from her brother. The impact makes his head hits the floor with a loud thud and disengage the inhaler which helped in regaining oxygen into his lungs from his mouth.

She picks it up and stuffs it into his mouth, hold him so tight to herself as her body trembles in fear. His large body towers her tiny frame, and it's just her hands wrap around his bare back that I can see.

"I'm s-so sorry I couldn't come in time, was having a running stomach..." The rest of her statement is unheard because I carry my backpack on the floor and shut the door.

A loud puff of breath escape my lungs.

The Mckenzie siblings have drama on going.

And I suspect greatly that there is more drama to unfold itself.

Sam is a gay and possibly has a huge crush on Percy Parker.

Evans is Asthmatic.

Miranda had cried in the female's locker room while talking to her not so long distance boyfriend. I think he was fed up with the long distance relationship since she was here in New York City, and he Britain. So the boy wanted to call off the relationship, but was begged by Miranda.

Sarah is dumb, or not. I'd have to figure that out on Thursday morning when she'd give her presentation on TROPS in History class.

Max on the other hand is the one I haven't known a thing about, other than he is a monster.

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"Hands up

And suddenly we'd get our hands up." The voice pauses, and burp-giggles.

"No control on my body

Swear I've seen you before

I think I remember those

Eyes eyes eyes, eyes eyes eyes eyes

Cause baby tonight!

The DJ got us falling in love again." The high pitch unnecessarily singing voice belongs to a wasted female who is right at my door. My eyes lazily flutters open.

I sustain a migraine that instant and snap my head forth at my wall clock.

It was 2:33A.M in the morning.

The door flings open and the female staggers into my room.

Who is the unknown female in my room?

She isn't a burglar, and I'm certain the guards on duty wouldn't let in a stranger.

"What in the world happened in here." She slurrs, taking staggering steps towards my bed. How did she ascend the stairs up to my room of all rooms?

Is she some bimbo Max brought home?

I hurriedly switch my bed side lamp on, and she helps and self with the trash bin at her side and barfs into in.

The room suddenly develops this awful smell of undigested food and alcohol.

"Woah!" She drunkingly fist pumps the air pushes the trash bin away, wiping the strips of vomit on her mouth with the back of her hand "I'm so doing this again. The liquor here is much stronger. There's one called high on life, and then t-t-there's this one called 'rough sex." The female giggles and I stare cautiously at her.

It takes me a moment to realize it's Sarah Mckenzie!

She is dressed in punk clothings and her make up is smeared across her face. She takes the the curly red wig off her head, flings it at the door and lay her weight on my bed and in no time, her soft snores fills the air.

Her purse is at her side, and I grab hold of it, unzip it and rummage through it before I finally find a fake ID.

On the ID is a twenty-one years old Penelope Macklemore with curly red hair.

Sarah had drowsily walked into my room assuming it was hers.

Who could believe sixteen years old Sarah went clubbing with a fake ID.

Penelope Macklemore's ID added a stamp to the fact that Sarah went clubbing back in Britain too. And I'm certain she'd been doing it for a year or so.

Sarah is untamed, a wild girl in disguise.

I'm wondering if I can wake her up, or go call one of her siblings to come get her out of my room. But a part of me instructs me not to.

She'd be in a shock state when she'd see herself on my bed in the morning.

I take my pillows, fluff them on the couch, and lay on it. Pondering deeply what in the world is wrong with me because I'm certainly not acting myself lately.

I'm acting like a normal teenager, a girl with a soft spot towards the Mckenzie Siblings, which I'm not supposed to be.

I toss repeatedly uncomfortably on the couch, until I finally let sleep overwhelm me.