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Chapter 2
Skylar
Sixteen years old
ten months later
"Whatcha doing?" my sister Daisy singsongs as she walks into my room and jumps on top of my bed, making the whole thing shake beneath me.
I continue to write in my notebook, ignoring her presence as she drops flat on her back beside me. Unfortunately, my big sister has never been the type of girl who takes being ignored lightly. A fact that is all too evident when she starts tugging at my ponytail to grab my attention away from writing and onto her.
"Do you mind?" I mumble, annoyed, slapping her hand away from my hair.
"Not at all," she taunts with a sly grin, using the distraction of me fixing my ponytail to snatch my book away from me, to flick through its pages.
Argh!
It’s official.
My sister has no sense of boundaries.
"I thought I told you to knock?” I exhale, frustrated as she continues to read passage after passage of what I’ve written so far. “You know I don’t like it when people barge into my room whenever they feel like it. This is my personal space, Daisy. Not yours.”
“Relax, Sky. Jesus.” She laughs, amused. “Someone seriously needs to take that stick out of your ass. You’re too easily wound up. I’d offer to do it myself, but this bitch got her nails done this morning. I love you, Sis, but no way will I chip a nail on your account. That stick is so far jammed up there, it’s sure to ruin any manicure.” She continues to giggle.
“Ha. Ha. Hilarious,” I scold with an eye roll. “Now that you’re done with your one-woman comedy act, how about you give me back my notebook and leave?”
"Nope. Not yet. Do you finally have your sexy-ass Pirate Barbosa getting it on with Lady Jane?” she asks while flipping through the pages of my book.
"Hate to disappoint you but they haven’t even kissed yet.”
"For real?” My sister gawks in astonishment, her eyebrows going so far up her forehead they almost touch the roots of her blonde hair. “But he’s held her prisoner on his ship for over a month now. A whole ass month! How have they not kissed?”
“What can I tell you? The opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet.” I shrug, not seeing the problem that my sister obviously does.
“Poor guy. Barbosa must be suffering from a bad case of blue balls. By the time you pull the trigger and get to the sexy times, he won’t even remember how to use his dick.”
"Can you be any more vulgar?!” I snap.
"Can you be any more prudish?” she rebukes with a chuckle.
“I’m not a prude. They will have sex. Eventually.”
“But you said that they haven’t even kissed. How the hell are they going to jump each other’s bones if they haven’t even gotten to first base yet?”
"Itwillhappen. Organically. Naturally. You do know that not everyone jumps into bed with the first guy they meet, right?”
“Is that a jab at me, squirt?” She laughs joyously, not one bit bothered by my remark.
“If the shoe fits,” I taunt, stealing away my journal.
Anyone else would be offended by the insinuation.
But not Daisy.
Not my sister.
Daisy has never cared what people think of her. She’s one of those rare individuals that lives free of all judgment. I would never tell her to her face, but my big sister is kind of my idol.
