"I asked first!" We say at the same time again. I groan.

    This can't be happening.
    He starts to walk towards the back door making an escape. As much as I wanted him to leave and not see Jacob I wanted to know why he was here.

   "Lio, you get your ass here now!" I yell, which was a big mistake considering Jacob heard. I hear a thud in the living room and I run towards the doorway to the kitchen and close it.

    Julio looks at me with suspicion and slowly walks my way. He raises an eyebrow.

    "What was that?" He asks. I start to have a mini panic attack and say the first thing that comes to mind.

   "I tooted!" I yell. I hate the word 'fart' so I always say toot, don't judge me.

    He scoffs at me then smirks.

   "You have a guy here." He says matter of factly. I stop. I just freeze.

    "Dad is gonna kill you!" He starts to laugh. I get extremely confused.

    What? He's not mad? He thinks this is amusing? Now I'm mad.

   "You know you have a lot of nerve Julio." I say ready to speak my mind when I hear the kitchen door open. Jacob looks at me, then my brother.

   "Who the hell is this?" Jacob asks confused. Julio steps up intimidatingly, but Jacob just stands there.

   "Who the fuck are you? Drew! Who the fuck is this?" Julio says angrily.

    "He's someone who helped me out this morning AND gave me a ride home last night." I say angrily.

    "I fainted in school today and instead of calling you guys, sense I already made you late, Jacob was kind enough to take me home and make sure nothing like that happens again." I say even more angrily because Julio didn't have the right to be rude to Jacob even though Jacob's an asshole...a helpful one.

    Julio looks down seemingly ashamed of being rude then looks into Jacobs eyes, intently.

   "Sorry man, thanks for looking after my sister. What's your name?" He says. Jacob gives him a slight smile.

   "Jacob." He says all husky. He sticks his hand out for a shake and Julio gladly takes it.

   "Julio." He says referring to his name.

    After an awkward silence. I clear my throat and shoot daggers at my brother.

   "What the fuck are you doing here, asshole?" I say to him demanding an
answer.

   "Chill, Mija! I just...I wasn't feeling it today, okay?" He tells me thinking its over with.

    "Not a good excuse!"I yell. Is he stupid or something?

   "I-I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" I frown, but drop it.
Jacob frowns at me and nudges me with his elbow.

   "Can I go home now?" He whispers. I furrow my eyebrows, which makes his eyebrows deepen in a frown.

   "Why the hell are you whispering?" I say slightly over an inside voice.
He frowns even harder.
"I don't know!" He yells back. I can't help but laugh though. Its extremely funny seeing someone who smiles all the time, frowning so hard.

   He frowns even harder which makes me cringe.

   "Gosh, mijo you'll get frown lines!" I say while laughing at the same time. His frown goes away but a confused look spreads across his face.

    "You're Hispanic?" He asks. I stop laughing and stare at him blankly.

    "My last name is Gonzalez, I have an accent and Mrs. Taylor always looks at me iffy when she talks about the Spanish war like she's going to offend me." I point out. He nods like its all coming to him.

   "Hot." Is all he says and it makes me blush. So embarrassing. I hear my brother clear his throat and I look his way.

   I stop the awkwardness and say, "Uh, yeah you can go if you want." I say to Jacob. He nods and walks to the living room to grab his keys and we follow.

   "Uhm? See you at school tomorrow? If you're feeling better, that is." He says. I just nod vigorously just wanting him to leave.

   He walks to the door and opens it. He looks back and waves goodbye to my brother and I.

    As I shut the door I look at my brother who's smirking at me. I frown and walk back to the kitchen.

     I grab my nutella and some bread. My brother grabs his apple butter and some bread.

    We simultaneously slap our spreadings on our bread and start to hum 100 bottles of milk on the wall's nursery rhyme.

    My brother and I never really get along because we are so much alike. Even though we aren't twins, we act like it.

    We finish each others sentences,and we always end up doing the same thing like now. Everything we do is similar. Most of the times I can basically read his mind but when I really need to,he blocks me out.

    Like today,he won't tell me why he's skipping and knowing him I'll never know.

   What am I supposed to do if his grades start to slip? I know I'm the youngest and I shouldn't be worrying about it but I can't help it.
Seeming as though he's reading my mind, Julio speaks.

   "You don't have to worry about it Drew, its nothing." I frown. I can't read his mind but I know he's lying.

   I nod anyway, knowing I can't do anything about it right now.

   "Wanna play 2k?" I ask as I finish making my nutella sandwich. He nods and we head to the living room.

   I choose golden state and he chooses the nets. I roll my eyes knowing I'm gonna win. We start and I already make a three pointer! This is going to be easy.
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     "I have to go." Julio says. I groan.

   "But its a tie! You can't leave at a tie!" I yell like a spoiled kid.

    "I have to get back to school before dad comes home and before the 3 musketeers find out I'm gone." He reasons. I still groan but I nod anyway.

  "Don't worry, I'll destroy you when I get back." He lies. I scoff and stand up.

   I walk to my room. What to do? What to do?

     I frown realizing I have absolutely nothing to do and dad won't be here until 3. Its 1:55 right now so I decide to head out to the gallery.

   It's not an actual gallery its this cool place downtown with a bunch of art on skateboards hanging from trees. Its a really beautiful sight, considering that the tree has been dead for years. Nothing but fungus grows on it, so its nice to see something that represents life on something so dead.

    Its about a 25 minute walk but a 15 minute ride on my skate board.

   I go to look around for my board but I don't see it anywhere. I look out in the hall and there it is right next to the stairs. That's probably what I tripped on.

   I sigh and then think about it. Maybe I shouldn't be riding by myself in my condition. I take a long time to think on this situation...okay maybe a good two minutes but I realized I've been perfectly fine so far.

   I shrug,grab my board and make my way to the front door. I open the door and to my surprise I come face first with a chest. I stumble back confused. I look up to see a frowning father.

   "Errm?" I say, not knowing whether or not I should be happy, surprised or scared.

   "Drew, I'm going to assume I'm not witnessing my daughter skipping classes." He says in a deep scary 'bad-girl' voice.

    "And you assumed right!" I say then frown in confusion.

    "I think?" I say not knowing how to go about this situation. His frown furrows and I shrink down in fear.

   "I mean I'm not SKIPPING! I'm excused! I just...I had an accident this morning." I say pointing to my head.

   My dad looks at my head and sighs.

   "You got into a fight again? How many schools do I have to switch you out of?" He starts to bicker. I roll my eyes and groan.

   "No padre,I fell down the stairs and hit my head!" I say. He stops and looks at me. A flash of concern runs through his eyes and he grabs my head and starts to examine it everywhere.

   "Oh! Mi Ja! Are you okay? Did you-Did you get blood on my carpet!?!!" He yells and runs to the stairs. I frown and take that time to leave.

    My dad is hilariously in love with this house. If this house burned down to the ground he'd sleep in the ashes. As I'm riding on my skateboard I realize that it must have taken me a while to find my skateboard considering my dads home.
    I look at my phone to see that its only 2:45. Must have had an early flight.

   Around 3 o'clock I make it to the gallery and just sit under the tree. I sigh and breathe in the fresh air. I close my eyes and try not to think about anything.

   Its nice to just come here and be alone. My brothers have no idea I come here. They don't know it exists. I come here when I just want to leave the world.

   I don't show it much but living with boys is infuriating.
As I sit back and meditate I hear foot steps. My eyes shoot open and am surprised when I see a guy come and sit next to me.

   "Hey." He says with a grin. I frown and scoot away from him.

   "Hi." I say blankly. It doesn't seem like it fazes him.

   "I'm Sam." He says. I take the time to observe him. He has long blonde hair pulled back in a man bun and greenish brown eyes. He looks about 17 and he has pretty muscular arms. He's hot.

    "Drew." I say blankly again.
"You look fimiliar." He says looking me in the eyes. I frown.

   "Well I'm 100% sure I never met you." I say knowingly.

   "Did you go to Regina Carson?" He asks. My eyebrows form into a scowl.
"Yeah?" I say a little creeped out.

   "You're the girl who beat a girl with an algebra book!" He exclaims.

   "Biology, to be exact." I correct. He chuckles and shakes his head.

   "Why are you here?" He asks. I stay silent for a while.

   "Just to think." I say.
I look at him.

    "Why are you here??" I ask.
"I've been trying to figure out who this artist is." He says and stands up. He points to a scribbled signature in the corner of the board.

    "J.H." he reads. I frown.

   "That can be anybody." I say.
"Yeah no shit Sherlock, I've been out here every day hoping to find them putting up another ." He says rudely but it makes me laugh. No one besides my brothers talks to me like that.

   "Well, what if they don't want to be discovered?" I ask. He furrows his eyebrows.

   "So?" He says and I laugh again. I think I like this guy.

   "Well...good luck with your man hunt. I've got to go." I say getting up and grabbing my skate board.

   "See you later Drew."
He says with a frustrating grin.
I roll my eyes and skate off.

  "I doubt it!" I yell back to him.
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Okay so I hope you like this chapter. That is a picture of Jacob. And give me feed back! It helps!