Barbie Girl (Baby Doll Series) by Heidi Acosta Read Free Book Online

through his hair messing it up. I am late and I know this will agitate him too. I am not late on purpose I had to wait for Ms. Sophie, my elderly neighbor, to get back from bingo; she has a gambling problem that she denies. She watches Everett for me when I need her to; she even lets us crash at her place if Momma is really bad. I hear feet pounding behind the blue door; I pose, hands on the hips, chest out, all for the pleasure of seeing the look on Dylan’s face. The door swings open and a little girl stands barefoot staring up at me. She has big brown eyes that match Dylan’s, she also has his dark, deep set eyes. Her mouth hangs open at the sight of me. I tend to have that effect on people.
    “Emmy who is it?” Dylan calls to her.
    “A really pretty girl, with cool hair,” her tongue sticks out between her missing teeth with each word. I lean against the door frame, waiting for him to enter. He strides into view, he is wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a black T-shirt; he looks good. When he takes notice of me his look turns hard. Just the reaction I was hoping for.
    “You’re late!” he comes and stands behind the little girl who is staring up at us. This is most likely the most entertainment the poor kid has had.
    “Sleeping off a hangover,” I smile.
    He snorts, well annoying him was part of my plan. “Emmy go to your room,” his words come out clipped.
    “But…But” her lower lip sticks out.
    “Now!” She sticks out her tongue at him. I really like this kid she is not going down without a fight He points to the wooden stairs behind him, “Go.”
    She crosses her skinny little arms in the same stance as Dylan, “Fine,” she stomps down the hall making sure she is heard all the way up the stairs.
    His arms cross tight across his broad chest and he stares down at me, his shirt tightens over his chest displaying each indentation of his chest. I try not to notice, but I still feel the butterflies take flight in my stomach. He is waiting for me to elucidate, but I am staring. He is searching for something as he takes me in looking me up and down, and I made sure to wear my shortest shorts just in case Momma Knight was home. “Well?” he asks.
    What does he wants an apology? Well he can forget that. I am not about to apologize. Well s orry buster you are going to be waiting a long time if you think I am going to apologize . “It was a really good party you missed.” There was no party, but I did stay awake late waiting for my mother to come home. He makes no attempt to invite me in, his large frame filling the door. “Look are we going to study or not?” I ask. He is now starting to annoy me, not cool.
    “Not,” he starts to shut the door. I didn’t go through all this trouble to have the door shut in my face. I had to hitch hike a ride with a very questionable man, who gave me his phone number. I stick my foot in the door preventing it from closing. Ouch . “That’s not fair, ” I pout. “Come on don’t be mad,” I reach out placing my hand on his chest. He cocks his eyebrow at me looking at my hand on his chest, he is about to break, I can feel it, but he just shakes his head at me. His jaw working, “Go home, Barbie,” and he shuts the door again. This time there is a loud thud when the door shuts. I am standing there shocked for a moment. He did not just shut the door in my face. Jerk .
    I push open the door, he didn’t lock it so that must mean he wanted me to follow, boys they love being chased. I step into a bright yellow hall; it is lined with black and white family photos.
    “I can have you arrested you know, for breaking and entering,” he says.
    I can’t see him, I only hear his voice. “I did no breaking, I just entered.” I continue to make my way into the house. A large living room, same bright yellow walls, is to my right; it is lined with big, blue plush couches. SpongeBob plays on the biggest TV I have ever seen. I make my way over to more portraits on the