So here it is everyone! The sequel to My Sister's Bickering Beauty, My Brother's Prince Charming, So Why Is He Looking At Me Like I'm Cinderella? You really don't need to read the other one to understand this one, but it's for all the depressed Jason fans! =D
Chapter One
[God’s Joke On Humanity]
My name is Madison Olivia Trent and I am eighteen years old.
And my life sucks.
Correction.
My family sucks.
Particularly my little brother Maxwell Atticus Trent.
The spawn of Satan.
The thorn in my side.
The pain in my ass.
And the most evil ten-year-old alive.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love that kid more than life! He’s my little brother! I can’t help it.
But sometimes, I just wish I could take a pillow and hold it over his cute little face until he stopped breathing.
Forever….
Now don’t get off thinking that I’m some sort of crazy axe murderer.
Doesn’t everyone have the tendency to wish slow and painful death on their siblings?
If your answer is no…then you have clearly never had Max as your little brother.
If you did, then you’d understand.
I remember once we were shopping in Michael’s Goods trying to find knee pads for Max could learn how to ride his brand new skateboard.
The day had started well enough.
He’d been surprisingly quiet and up until the moment that the earth crashed down around my ears (literally) I had almost believed that we could leave the store without getting arrested for some heinous crime that was sure to be all his fault.
Of course, Max, being Max, decided that this just couldn’t be the case.
And ran through a pyramid of Gatorades, managing to knock blue liquid all over the stores floor.
As I’m sure you can guess, I took the blame.
And also paid for all the Gatorades.
And got banned from the store forever.
Of course, that story couldn’t compare with what the little brat was doing to me right at that very moment.
We had been shopping in the mall again, looking for something to buy our parents for their anniversary when he had suddenly decided that he wanted to play tag in the store.
And then he proceeded to run off in the opposite direction, leaving me with my mouth gaping open in the dust.
Two hours later, I still couldn’t find him.
“Maxwell Atticus Trent, I am going to kill you when I find you,” I mumbled to myself, clenching my fists as I looked around, praying that I’d catch a glimpse of some small brunette boy running throughout the store.
Of course, with my godforsaken luck, all that greeted me was the sight of Michael’s Goods and the agonizing realization that this just had to be the place where he was hiding.
Along with being the spawn of Satan, Maxwell was an extremely intelligent boy.
And completely aware that I was banned from Michael’s Goods.
“I’m so screwed, I’m so screwed, I’m so screwed,” I started muttering under my breath as I glanced inside the store to see the security guard pacing the aisles.
I wouldn’t have a chance to get in…
I glanced around, praying that maybe he was within arms reach for I could grab him by the ear and drag him out without actually having to set foot inside.
Of course, when I looked inside, I saw him standing all the way in the back of the store, waving at me with quite possibly the most evil smile in the world.
I glared at him and mouthed, “Maxwell Atticus Trent, get your mischevious butt out here this very second or I will call Mom!”
Clearly, my words didn’t scare him that much, for all he did was turn around to look at the baseball bats.
I growled under my breath and walked over to the first person I saw, grabbed him by the shoulder and blurted, “Would you do me a HUGE favor?”
Of course, the sight that greeted me when he turned around wasn’t exactly what I expected.
He was gorgeous.
Dark brown hair, a perfect smile, and eyes as blue as the ocean.
Not to mention a body that was sexy as hell.
My first reaction was to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet, but I realized that it wouldn’t be the wisest of ideas considering that:
A) He would think I was totally nuts.
B) I’m a total stranger
C) He’s so sexy…
D) My brother was still in the back of the store…probably about to cause more drama and damage.
So instead of falling at his feet and screaming, “I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!” I took a deep breath and repeated the question, “Would you do me a HUGE favor?”
He blinked those gorgeous blue eyes and said, “No.”
“Oh my God, thank you so much! You saved my—“ I stopped, finally realizing what he had said, “What?”
He sent me a devastating smile before leaning against the wall of the entranceway of the store and said, “NO.”
I stared at him, my nerves on edge at his words before I finally managed to choke out a response, “And why not?!”
His stance grew even more arrogant, if possible, before he said, “Because I don’t know you. And you don’t know me. Therefore, you have no right whatsoever to ask me for huge favors.”
I rolled my eyes before I sent him a sickeningly sweet smile and held out my hand, “My name is Madison Olivia Trent. I live at 223 Westonbirt Drive. My favorite color is Red. I listen to rock. And I like vanilla ice-cream.” I grabbed his hand for a shake then dropped it before placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him, “And you are?”
“Jason Alexander Stonewall. I live at 793 Carson Road. My favorite color is blue. I listen to rock, as well. And I hate vanilla ice-cream.”
“Splendid,” I said, my voice completely deadpan, “Now will you help me?”
He raised a brow, “Didn’t I already say no?”
I threw my hands up in the air, completely frustrated at this point, “God, you are so annoying!”
He laughed. An action that managed to only infuriate me more. “I seem to have that affect on the ladies.”
“Shocking,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “Now do you think you can find it in your heart to possibly be nice for three seconds and just go into that store?”
He blinked, “Why can’t you go in the store yourself?”
A mental picture of a river of blue liquid running across the tile went through my mind and I groaned, “It’s a long story. Can you please just help me?”
He rubbed his chin for a second before he looked back at me, “How much you willing to pay me?”
My jaw hit the floor, “EXCUSE ME?!”
“Let me break this down for you. How…much…are…you…willing…to…pay…me?” he said in a slow voice, as if speaking to someone with a very small amount of intellect.
I decided at that moment that I would like nothing more than to punch his lights out.
“I am not willing to pay you anything,” I snapped. “You know what? I’ll just find somebody else to help me. You know…somebody with a soul?”
He pressed a hand to his heart, “Ouch! Come on, babe, wasn’t that a little harsh? I thought we had something special!”
I stared at him, utterly convinced at this point that he was totally nuts, “What is WRONG with you?”
He simply grinned, “I like bugging you.”
“You like…” I shut my eyes and took a deep, calming breath before I returned my gaze to his, “I’m leaving now.”
I started to walk away when I suddenly felt his hand clutch my wrist, “Now, calm down. I’ll help you.”
I turned to him slowly, a bit weary, “You will?”
He let out a sigh and shrugged, “I guess.”
I let out a long sigh of relief, “Oh, thank God. Okay. See that little brunette boy in there looking at the baseball bats?”
He simply raised a brow when he caught sight of Max skipping down the aisles, randomly knocking things off the shelf as he passed, “What about him?”
“I need you to get him out here. I don’t care how you do it. If you want to throw him over your shoulder, that’s fine with me. Just get him out here. And fast.”
He stared at me before he spoke again, “Why do I get the feeling that this is far more complicated than you’re letting on?”
I just glared at him, “Can you just do this for me? Please?”
He sent me a firm look, “If I am killed, dismembered, or arrested, I will get revenge.”
I waved a dismissive hand, “Just go get him.”
He walked into the store, grumbling the whole way and all was silent for several seconds.
And then I heard it…
Crash!
I groaned and shut my eyes, knowing without even a shred of doubt that the sound had been caused by Max.
When I opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me was both hilarious and horrifying at the same time.
Both Jason and Max were soaked in blue Gatorade, Max looking like he might suffocate on his laughter, and Jason looking…
Well, looking like he might suffocate me.
I gulped.
Oh, boy…
He sent me a deadly smile, “Are you aware that I worked at Michael’s Goods?”
“You do?” I managed to squeak out, “Well, I hope this didn’t cause you to get money docked off your pay check.”
He leaned in dangerously close, “The key word here is worked. Past tense…”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat, “That wouldn’t happen to be my fault, would it?”
“Bingo.”
“Oh,” I said again. I grabbed Max’s hands and started backing up, “Well, I’m so sorry about that! It won’t happen again. I promise! Now I’ll just go! See you!”
And then I ran out of the store like the dogs of hell themselves were nipping at my heels.
As soon as we were in the car, Max looked up at me, “Do you know him?”
I shook my head fiercely, “Nope. And I never intend to.”
Don’t you hate it when your words come back to bite you in the butt?
