John B catches JJ eyeing his sister, "She's off limits, dude." he warns him. JJ holds his hands up, "Understood, captain." he smirks... but oh, how he wished you were his.
a/n - there is a semi smut scene in this chapter, but not detailed
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"O teach me how I should forget to think"
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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ flashback ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
When you were 16, during the summer you got a job as a tutor. You hadn't realised that you had applied to tutor Wheezie, Ward Cameron's daughter. A pogue tutoring a kook was an odd and rare occurrence but you had been getting good grades last term due to your absorption in work.
You sighed standing outside of the mansion. 'Oh well, it's cash in hand' You thought as you walked up to the fancy door.
You knock on the door nervously, hoping someone would answer so you wouldn't have to awkwardly walk around.
You smile as you see a blonde lady walk up to the door opening it for you, "Hello, you must be here to tutor Wheezie." The lady assumes, you nod,
"I am." You smile, "I'm Y/n Routledge." You greet politely. She smiles, "Rose." She introduces herself, "Wheezie's up in her room. 2nd floor on the left." She directs you, you give her a last thanks before making your way upstairs.
Once you got to the 2nd floor landing, you were faced with a dilemma — there was 2 bedrooms on the left.
You silently panic to yourself, wondering which one was the best bet to try. Maybe if you stayed outside long enough someone would leave the room, telling you which one you needed to go in.
You felt your feet taking you towards the door closest to the left. You knock lamely on the door, scared who was gonna answer.
"Wheezie i told you—" You hear a guys voice frustratedly say, but before you can run away he opens the door stopping watching you. The guys was probably around 18, his hair was a mousy brown parted in curtains. He stood scanning you up and down, taking in your appearance, making you frown in disgust.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asks confused as he watches you, "I'm here to rob you, that's why i knocked." You sarcastically say, the guy not impressed by your joke, making you awkwardly pause,
"uhh, i'm wheezie's tutor, Y/n—" You explain, making the boy nods, "Next door." He says pointing to the other door, youre about to thank him but he slams his door in your face,
"Nice." You sarcastically mumble walking to the other door. Wishing you had knocked on this one instead.
Wheezie opens the door, letting you in with a warming smile. Much more welcoming than that guy. You and Wheezie introduce yourselves, deciding to be friendly before getting work started.
"So.. Whose the guy next door?" You ask, Wheezie stops writing, "That's my brother, Rafe. He's a douche.." She says, making you nod, "I could tell by the way he slammed a door in my face." you say, making Wheezie sigh, "He has his nice moments." She lamely offers, shrugging as she continues writing.
