I'm a Girl Undercover in An All Boy's School novel Chapter 52

"Hey you know how mom and dad are going out of town to celebrate their wedding anniversary?" Jeffery said randomly, keeping his voice in a hushed whisper.

"Yea, they do it every year. Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Would you tell if I threw a party?" I thought about it for a long minute. It not like it won't be supervised, I am an adult.

"I'm not exactly what mom and dad would count as responsible in the first place so I guess so, but on one condition," I said with narrowed eyes glancing in the kitchen where mom was baking. "I don't want any drugs in this house."

"Fine Mom."

"Call me that again and I'll go tell mom your little plans," I hissed quietly and he held up his hands in surrender. We sat in comfortable silence again, the only sound coming from the TV. Jeffery wasn't even paying attention and was only texting. Of course, typical sixteen year old.

"Hey can you invite some of your friends?" This really caught my attention, my head snapped to the side looking at my brother.

"Why?"

"I don't want you trying to hang out with my friends the whole time." The evil glint in his eyes told me he was lying but I didn't comment on it. It became obvious the reason why he wanted my friends to come. They're older and they'll bring alcohol.

"I don't support my sixteen year old brother drinking. If the cops come and you end up in jail it will be bad for all of us," I warned him and he pushed my shoulder lightly.

"C'mon sis, lighten up. You sure you're still nineteen or are you fifty? Don't be lame. You're supposed to be the cooler older sister." He knew exactly what to say to convince me.

"I'll invite them, but when things get out of control don't come blaming me. I'm not looking after a bunch of drunk teenagers." Standing up I started to head upstairs, but paused turning around with my hands on my hips. "And just so you know I am a cool older sister. I mean look at this." I moved my hips in a circle pointing my thumbs at myself. I'm one cool cat. "Most people can't dance like this."

"Please tell me you won't dance like that," he looked honestly scared making me frown.

"I was actually thinking about doing the sprinkler or maybe we can even go back a few centuries and do the Charleston," my mom walked in just at the end of the sentence and her famous glare was on her face looking straight at me. Oops.

"The Charleston is not centuries old See I still do it," she said before starting to dance.

"Mom!" Jeffery yelled covering his eyes. The horror, my eyes were burning. I think I was going to be blind after this. She pulled out her hair tie and shook her hair making it go wild. Throwing off her apron she continued for another couple of minutes before I yelled at her to stop.

"You two are over dramatic. You must have gotten that from your aunt Katherine." She rolled her eyes pulling her blonde hair back into her ponytail. "I came in here to tell you the cookies are done." She made her way back into the kitchen and Jeff turned to me with a pleading look.

"If you do that tomorrow I will bury you," he threatened. "I will be known as the loser."

"You shouldn't care what people think of you, Jeff," I told him and he only shrugged focusing on the movie and the popcorn in his lap. I headed up into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. Turning on my 5 Seconds of Summer CD, I laid back on my bed. What do college students do at home? In the past I would hang out with friends, but Nate was going to the movies with Mia. They of course invited me but I got out of it by making up an excuse. Mia had to realize they were meant to be together and grow old and live a happy life like some fiction book. I wish my life was that easy, find a guy and live happily ever after. Plus besides all of that I have to keep my promise with Jeff.

"Claire, you forgot your phone down here and some number is calling you. I'll answer it for you," Jeffery yelled from the bottom of the stairs making my eyes widen. I was out of my room in seconds, running down the stairs slipping on the last step because of my socks. This is why I hate wearing socks, they try to kill you. I lay there for a moment my face flat on the ground listening to the conversation to hear who it was. Lifting my face up and blowing the hair out of my way as I sat up.

"Look what you're teaching your brother," my mom yelled at me when I stopped in there and I shrugged.

"You said it in front of me and it went downhill from there," I gave her a cheeky smile before skipping steps up to my room, making sure to shut my door.

"So why'd you call?" I finally asked him." Do you miss me already?" Caiden grunted and responded with,

"Definitely not. Did you take my phone charger?"

"Why would I take your charger? I have my own." Unzipping my suitcase I paused when I seen a white cord that wasn't mine. He had the iPhone four while I have the five.

"I had a feeling you had it since I have yours. What's your address? I'm coming to get it," If my dad seen him I might as well dig my own grave. If he hated Nick then he definitely hated Caiden more than anything.

"No, you can't!" I sputtered out," I'll bring it to you." What did I just say? If I'm too lazy to walk to the bathroom then I'm definitely too lazy to drive to wherever he lived.

"Fine I'll text you the address." I needed a new plan and fast.

"Or how about I just mail it to you?" I suggested.

"I'm not going days without my charger. I'll see you in bit." The phone line went dead and I silently sulked glaring at the ceiling. Looking down at my attire I debated whether I should change or not. I was only going to be there for a minute at most.