Chapter 2- Will

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I woke up at 6 am this morning. That's how nervous I was for what's coming. Or more accurately who's coming.

I laid in bed until 9 o'clock when my brother, Jack, came stumbling into my room.

"Hey, let's get out of here." Jack smirks at my tired face and asks, "No sleep huh?"

But it's not a question. I scowl and he doubles over laughing. I throw my pillow at his head and say,

"It's not funny, asshole."

"Okay okay" Jack concedes standing straight. He has his hand up by his sides like he's surrendering.

"Let's still get out of here," he comes over and pulls me out of bed. "There's no point in the both of us wallowing around here waiting for her."

"So wallowing around somewhere else is better?" I snort.

"Yeah," Jack sighs. "Well, at least it'll take our mind off it for a while."

"Yeah okay," I agree. "Where are we going to go?"

"Dave's having a party at his house."

Of course he is. Dave is the local rich kid in the neighborhood. Small towns are hard sometimes, but impossible when you have to spend time with that douchebag. He's in my grade but he thinks he's Gods gift to the world.

I don't know a single person who likes him. Everyone tolerates him though because his house is huge and his parents don't give a crap about what he does. So he always has beer and ragers.

I roll my eyes, "Whatever," I say. As we head to his old ford pickup.

He slaps me in the back and says, "It's all going to be great. You'll see. Though I have a feeling he's talking less about the party now.

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By the time we pull up to Dave Flubinski's house, I'm twitching with nervous energy. Not about the party but what is ahead. God why am I so nervous to see her.

Mom said she's staying here because she's been having problems with her family but she won't tell me anymore. I get that. Even as a kid she was private. But even a dummy could see her dad is a total jackass.

My nerves stemmed more from the fact that I hadn't seen her in four years and I was wondering how different she was. A lot can change in 4 years. Especially these 4 years.

At least that's what I tell myself. Instead of the fact that I've been in love with Kat since the day I laid eyes on her when we were six and our parents first introduced us.

No it was definitely the other reason.

Jack gets out of the car and heads toward my door. He opens it and practically flings me out of the car.

"What the hell Jack," I yell when I get my footing.

"Oh come on," he laughs, "let's not pretend that you weren't going to just sit in there all day fantasizing about having your tongue down Kat's throat."

I feel my skin heat up as he smirks knowingly at me.

"That is so not what I was thinking about," I denied. He nodded along with me but I could tell he didn't buy it.

"Oh come on," I started, "like you're not nervous about seeing her Jack." I raise one eyebrow at him because he was no less excited about this when mom told us.

He sighs. "Yes I am. But it's different cause I love her like a sister."

My face scrunches and he sees my hesitation.

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