Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
*The next morning*
                          
I woke up the next morning and felt arms around me. Shit. Who the hell was it? There was a possibility of four guys, one of them not being CC unless he got drunk last night after I went to bed. But I don't think so. He usually doesn't get drunk when I'm home or late at night unless he's at a club, out with Lauren or at one of the guys' houses. Who could it be, because all the guys were single except for Jake, who was engaged to a girl name Ella. I have seen pictures of her on twitter, I follow her. I think she is pretty. Some of her tweets are funny too. And, even though I hate Lauren, I follow her too. I don't know why. Then, I heard footsteps on the steps. Uh oh. I did what I pretty much had no other choice to do. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I heard my door creak open and knew CC was poking his head in. Now he would see whoever was spooning me. I heard his unmistakeable footsteps coming into my room.
                          
"Ashley!?!?!?" He whisper yelled. I heard Ashley mumble something behind me. "ASHLEY! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SISTER'S BED!!!!!" He said that louder, but he knew I was a heavy sleeper, so if he thought I was sleeping now he knew he wouldn't wake me up.
                          
"But why. Its warm." He said, gripping around my waist tighter.
                          
"Wh-h-hy??? WHY??? Because 1. She's my sister, 2. You're a player and I don't need you trying anything and 3. What happens when she wakes up and feels someone spooning her?!?! Now get your ass out of Crissy's bed!" CC always called me Crissy when he was protecting me. Ashley groaned and gently got out of my bed. Him and CC left, shutting the door behind them. I opened my eyes and laid in bed a minute. I got up then and got out a black shirt with an arrow on it that was low-cut and short-sleeved. This was one of my favorite shirts, the down side though, shot sleeves. I had to wear a black tank top under it. I pulled out a purple and black bra and matching panties. I got out black socks and a pair of dark jeans. Today, since it was the last day of school, I didn't have to go in until 12. It was 9 now. I walked into my bathroom and shut the door, which did have a lock on it but I wasn't allowed to use it unless I was taking a shower or going to the bathroom. All other times I had to leave my door open or unlocked if I closed it. I locked the door and put my clothes on the edge of my sink and threw my dirty clothes down the clothes chute. I started the shower and turned the knob to almost all the way hot. I let the water warm up while I unwrapped the gauze from my arms and threw it into my garbage can. I stepped into the shower and let the water run over my body. I got out about 20 minutes later. I put my clothes on and unlocked the bathroom door. I could hear the guys talking downstairs. They were still here I guess. I blow dried my hair and straightened it. I had dark red hair, which most people thought I dyed it, but I didn't. It was naturally blood red which I was thankful for. It was kind of weird though. No one in my family, that I've met, has red hair. All dark brown or black. When I was done, my hair was pin straight. I wrapped more gauze around my arms to keep them from starting to bleed more and got a sweater. I slipped it on and pulled the sleeves gently down. I then got my mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow. That was the only makeup I owned. I applied them heavy usually and usually got made fun of for it. I just cussed them out or flipped them off. Or ignored them. I got weird looks from people, but again, I didn't care. I looked myself in the mirror and decided I was ready for the day. I walked downstairs with my bag and threw it next to the door. I walked into the kitchen and got some orange juice. All of the guys were in the kitchen and when I turned around, everyone was staring except for CC, who had an annoyed look on his face. Ashley was staring at me intently, looking me up and down. Andy elbowed him in the side at the same time CC kicked him under the table. I rolled my eyes and listened as the guys asked me questions, mainly Andy though.
                          
"What school do you go to? How old are you? Isn't today your last day of school? How are your grades? Do you cut? Did you get our new album? Can you sing? Are you a good singer? Will you sing for us?"