My boyfriends brother

Chapter 1

Acacia's POV:

My names ︎︎acacia clark, about a year ago I was the ultimate popular, gossiper, and basically every girls best friend to her face, but gossiped behind her back.

And I'm not shamed of that. Now, I don't give two shits about girls. Sure, I have a couple girl friends, but mostly boys. They're a lot less dramatic, they really don't judge at all. like for example, if I feel confident, boys don't mind me wearing something revealing. Or if I wear shorts that are too short.

So yeah, I mostly just chill with boys. Plus flirting is really satisfying. I have a boyfriend named jack. He's pretty attractive, soccer player, brunette, blue eyes.

"You wanna come over tonight babe?" He asked at our lunch table.

"Do you even need to ask?" I said cocking my eyebrows and narrowing my eyes, he just smirked back.

Today I wore a purple spaghetti strap crop top, tight white short shorts, and golden flip flops. It was finally starting to warm up, it was 81 degrees and I was ecstatic to be able to wear my crop tops.

So after school, we drove home in his car. He dropped out backpacks and we ran upstairs to his room.

He put on a movie and we sat on his bed.

"I'm gonna go make some popcorn and drinks, be back in 10." He said getting up and kissing me on my forehead.

"Kay."

I sighed bored, looking around his room. Picture frames. I recognized one of him and a girl at a party. they looked close and happy. Probably an old girlfriend or a friend. I sighed realizing we had no photos.

We weren't really that kind of couple. Mostly we texted, didn't really talk that much in school, not that I was complaining. He was decent. Some guys only like me for my body and he's a lot better than that.

"︎︎acacia?" Jack asked from outside his room.

"Mhm?"

"Hi."

I turned around, and I was wrong. This wasn't jack, it was someone else.

This guy was a bit taller, dirty blonde, and brown eyes. Other than that they looked the same.

"Who are you?"

"Brent. Jacks brother."

I smiled and leaned back with my palms being the support, leaning against his bed.

"I'm back, with snacks." jack interrupted. "oh hey brent."

"Hi."

"This is-"

"Acacia. you talk about her constantly jack I think I know."

I could see his cheeks flush with embarrassment and I chuckled to myself.

I watched Brent leave and Jack hopped onto the bed. We watched the movie, pigged out, then just talked shit till 4 am before we passed out.

-

I woke up at 11 am. Still at jacks, but he wasn't here. I looked around with a bunch of empty beer bottles and a throbbing headache.

Hangover.

I groaned as I finally slumped out of bed.

Where was jack? Why'd he leave me? I really just need to cuddle with someone right now.

I hopped downstairs, squinting and trying to make my eyes adjust to the brightness of the blazing sun in my eyes.

I knew jacks parents weren't home so I helped myself to breakfast. But I wondered were the Tylenol was.

I leaned up on my tippy toes to reach the top cabinet, shuffling through the medicine cabinet.

"Having fun there?"

I gasped dropping the bottle of pills, making them spill everywhere.

"What are you doing!" I snapped. It was Brent.

"This is my house. Im not the one in my underwear."

"What?!"

That's when I looked down and found I was only wearing jacks t shirt with no bra and my panties.

"I'm sorry." I groaned picking up the pills off of the floor. "I didn't get any sleep and I'm kinda hungover right now. I didn't even notice."

"I don't mind", he smirked.

"Where's Jack?"

"Probably soccer practice. he also has 3 games so he'll be gone all day."

"Can you give me a ride home?"

"You look pretty sick, and jack twill probably end up spending the night at his friends house anyways so you can stay here... if you want."

"Oh..okay. Thanks I guess." I took some Tylenol. "I should probably get some pants on, should I?"

"Or you could keep them off. I don't really mind." he joked while smirking, staring at my body.

I rolled my eyes while laughing and went upstairs.

I flopped on jacks bed and once again passed out.

-

This time I woke up at 2, without a headache.

"You hungry?" Brent smiled with a plate filled with lunch.

"Sure." I smiled back.

I obviously changed and now was wearing a oversized t shirt and spandex I usually wore for volleyball when I was 12.

Brent was wearing a t shirt and basketball pants.

"You play volleyball?"

"Used to." I responded sipping my juice. "Can you tell by my 'spiker' t shirt and spandex?"

"I'm surprised you're not wearing shin guards too." he half smiled taking a bite of toast.

I laughed. "So what about you? Any sports?"

"Basket ball."

"Why hasn't jack ever mentioned you before?"

"Ehh, I'm usually gone. Me and my parents don't really get along. That's probably why they work all day."

"Me neither." I sighed. "Well, I'm defiantly a daddy's girl. But he is always away at work, or I can't see him because of the divorce. Me and my mom fight a lot."

"Wait.. divorced?"

I nodded/shrugged.

"Damn. That's shit, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. Really, it happened when I was 3 so I don't even really remember a full family. I'm used to it." I shrugged again.

That's when he really stared into my eyes.

And then I looked into his.

And then we kissed.

We started making out, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up, leading to his room not daring to break our intense make out session.

He dropped me on his bed and we begin to get more touchy.

I ran my hands through his hair and he grabbed my ass, and held my neck.

His mouth trailed down to my neck, then breasts. I moaned quietly. Then we broke apart, leaving hickeys.