"Momma, I'm home!" I hollered down hallway of home as I slammed the door close behind me.
"In the kitchen, honey!" I heard my momma shout.
When I walked to the kitchen, I saw her moving around smoothly in her natural habitat as we say it in the family.
Wilma Dyer-Rubes is the best chef in the entire world, and I'm not saying that because she is my mother. She works as the head chef of one of the most well-known restaurants in the city.
"How was your day?" She asked, pressing an affectionate kiss on my cheek as I sat on the kitchen stool.
I told her about my day, smiling a little as I remembered what happened during AP Chemistry, but I didn't tell momma that.
"School was the usual, then I had a meeting with one my clubs and had basketball practice right after. I have a lot of school work to get done." I grumbled.
I was about to ask where mom was when she walked into the kitchen just in time and came to ruffle my hair and gave me hug.
"Hey, sprout." Mom greeted me happily.
I grinned at her. "Any disgusting work stories today, Mom?"
Violet Dyer-Rubes works as a dermatologist and she always has one of the grossest and weirdest stories from work to tell.
"Ooh, I have a good one today." Mom mirrored my grin, the corners of her eyes wrinkled. "I'll tell you over dinner."
"Vi, what did I say about telling those kind of stories at the dinner table?" Momma chimed in as she was mixing something in the pot.
"After dinner then, maybe during dessert?" Mom mused.
Momma isn't the biggest fan of the work stories Mom has. She gets very squeamish and her face immediately crinkles into a look of disgust and disbelief, which is quite funny to get a load of.
Dinner won't be for a while, so I decided to go upstairs into my room to start on my homework that I'm not so excited about. On my way to my room, I met one of my siblings, twelve-year-old Oscar, looking like he just woke up from a nap. I laughed when he swatted my hand away when I was ruffling his hair.
In total, there's four of us siblings. All of us were adopted, we know that fact, but it's as seem as we were family by blood because of how imperfectly perfect we fit with one another.
Greta was the oldest, she's currently in college right now. And then there's me, who used to be the youngest. For the longest time, it was just Greta and I until my parents adopted Oscar a few years ago and little Harper right after.
I couldn't ask for a more better family.
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Unconsciously, I was tapping my pen against the at the student lounge during study block. I was here with Brady, although he was over by the vending machine taking his sweet time to choose a snack.
My mind wandered, again.
Cambria. Bri.
I choked out a laugh remembering last night during dinner when I accidentally zoned out and was foolishly grinning like a mad man, according to my loving Mom, and my family was looking at me weirdly. They asked me if I was fine and I suddenly blurted out the interactions I had with Bri during class yesterday. Everyone at the table started teasing me while I sat there pretty embarrassed.
Momma was already saying that I should bring her over sometimes and I strongly disagreed with her. I'm not even friends with her yet and I don't know a lot about her even though I want to.
From my observations, she's a pretty shy and quiet person, and I don't really want to push her into doing something she doesn't want to. So our small interactions during class will be fine. At least I have something to look forward to.
I glanced over to Brady too see what was taking so long amd my eyes widened in surprise. Brady was talking to Bri and Farrah.
Huh, I didn't know they were friends.
I stood up from my seat and walked over to them. "Hey, guys." I greeted them, my gaze was solely focused on Bri.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Farrah elbowing Bri and she turned to her scowling. I looked away for a second, stifling a smile.
"Hello, Dev." Farrah waved her hand. "When's competition gonna start? I wanna watch it."
There will be a competition for all the schools districts next month. You can compete for sports, academic, dancing and all other stuff. It can get pretty competitive and petty. One of the schools that loss to us during a football game is still salty about it.
Since I'm part of the official basketball team, Coach has been kicking our asses lately and making us practice more. And I'm dreading next week because he decided to move our training early in the morning. I'm okay with it after school, but early in the morning? Come on, man!
"So far there hasn't been an official schedule released yet, but I'll keep you updated." I said.
"You're gonna watch Dev's game, but not mine." Brady frowned. He's part of the baseball team and has already made a few headlines with how great he plays.
Farrah playfully rolled her eyes while a small smirk formed on her lips. "I didn't say I wasn't gonna watch that's why I asked you when is it."
Those two proceeded to flirt around as Bri and I were standing there quietly. I gave her a funny look, gesturing to the two love birds. She instantly smiled and somehow that made my day.
"Did you sign up for anything?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not good at any of those stuff."
I raised an eyebrow. "Now that can't be true."
"It is true." She stated.
I was about to say something else, but the bell cut me off. I let out an annoyed sigh. I have Spanish class next, but I'm struggling big time in that class.
"Let's go, Brie Cheese, you still got Spanish class." Farrah grabbed Bri by the arm. "Mr. Fernandez scares me and I don't even have his class."
Bri laughed. "He's not scary at all."
Farrah huffed. "Only because you're so good at his subject. Come on, you can drop me off since my next class is just around the corner."
"You have fourth period Spanish with Mr. Fernandez, too?" I directing my question to Bri.
She nodded her head.
"Me, too."
Huh, how come I've never noticed her before in class? Am I that stupid? In my defense there's like thirty kids in that room and my mind usually floats away during class. I guess Spanish class doesn't have to suck anymore than it already does.
"Hold on," I stopped her from walking away. "Let me grab my things and we can walk to class together . . . right after we drop Farrah, of course."
I practically sprinted back to the table and stuffed all my things into my bag in the speed of light before running back to the girls.
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Author's Note:
Here's a little more background story of Dev. Also I wrote this chapter with a sleepy brain, so I don't remember half of what's in here. I'll try to update again this week if I can. Anyways, thanks for reading! <3