Why Are Chapter Names So Hard?

                                    

                                          
(Something like that I guess.)
_In the Kitchen_
"Hey guys, this is Jordan, my big brother!" 
I turned around with a confused look to see Goo.
He picked up an apple out of the basket.
"My brother is Jordan Alkinin, nya nya nya nya."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I thought that's what you're telling people now."
"Are you mad cause of that?"
"Mad, why would I be mad?" He angrily took a bite out of the fruit. 
"I don't know, bruh, but you need to calm down. 
"So you're that embarrassed of me, huh?"
"I never said I was embarrassed, but it's a lot safer for me to tell my friends that Jo is my brother. You're a crazy sadistic and my friend's enemies."
"So?!"
"So Goo, you're not a good guy."
"And Jordan is?!"
"A lot better than you, yes."
That set Goo off. 
"I'm sorry if I couldn't be the brother you wanted! So he's a fucking celebrity, so what?! So he's cooler than me? Because he's richer?!"
"I don't give a shit about the bank, you know that."
"Did he keep you alive from our family for ten years?! I don't think so!"
I stabbed the knife I was using to slice the apple into the cutting board and spun around to glare at him. 
"Yes! Jordan kept me alive! Maybe not for ten years, but for seven years, he kept me alive, he protected me for seven years from all kinds of people! From strangers, from people we knew, from myself! He protected me and taught me how to keep myself alive in case something happened to him! His entire body is tattooed over because of all the scars he got! He protected me from more people in six months than you did in ten years! Who was there for me when I got raped?! You?! No, him! Who was there when I tried to kill myself?! You? Nope! He was! Who was there when I had no one and had nowhere to go?! Him, you bitch! Not. Fucking. You. You were too busy sticking your dick in any hole you could find and getting money for beating people up. So I'm sorry if I feel closer to him than I do to you. I hope you fucking understand." I snapped pushing past him. 
Jackass!
He has no right to be all sensitive!
...or does he?
I walked past the sunroom where Jordan was beating Samuel's ass, putting on a show for a confused yet amused Gun. 
I entered my room and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 
Why?
Why did I say that?
Why did I treat him like that?
Why did I act like that?
Why, why why?
I blinked. 
Why am I thinking about this? Ignore it. Push it down or you'll start feeling too much....
Hmm... I have a lot of split ends. 
I opened the drawer and pulled out the snip snips. 
My hair was halfway down my back, half of it was blond and the top was half black. 
My head hurts from how heavy it is now, and it uses a lot of shampoo...
I want short hair. 
"Aren't the second choice always the one with short hair?"
Shut the fuck up. 
Snip snip snip. 
My hair felt so much lighter the more that fell. 
I showered, again...dried and straightened it. 
This looks better than I thought it would. 
I wonder what Gun will think about it...