𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Brothers best friend

Violet

Do you know what it's like to think you really know someone only to be wrong? Good or bad? Yeah, well, good luck to me.

"Hey, brat." Jace, my older brother says walking in. Soon after him, Kyle, his best friend walks in.

"My nimrod of a brother and his butthole of a friend." I say sarcastically with a small shrug.

"You're so vile all the time, Violet." He says ruffling my hair.

"Jace, no. I said nothing vile." I say rolling my eyes. Why are boys such idiots?

"Calling me a nimrod and Kyle a butthole isn't vile?" He tilts his head.

"Do you even know what nimrod means?" I look at him skeptically knowing he doesn't.

"No." He huffs and crosses his arms, looking at Kyle as if silently asking for help.

"Exactly," I let out a small snicker. "You're literally proving my point. It means foolish by the way. You're pathetic." I say giving a sweet smile.

"You're so mean!" Jace says pretend crying and starts toppling over laughing.

He sits next to me on the couch motioning for Kyle to sit as well, can I kick him?

He hates me, Kyle, always has. He was tormenting me since diapers, not literally. He makes me want to smack him when he opens that mouth of his. The dude is seventeen and has tattoos all over his arms. I bet that hurt—getting so many tattoos, but I'll never ask him if it did or not. Maybe one day.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear the electric guitar. Kyle. My jaw drops slightly. He's playing a really hot guitar riff, it sounds amazing. His dark brown hair, almost black, just barely falls into his eyes. He looks hot. No. Stop. What am I thinking?

"Pretty good, huh?" Jace nudges me when Kyle stops playing.

"Oh yeah." I nod slightly not even daring to spare a glance in Kyle's direction. I shall not look at that hot man especially when I have a boyfriend!

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"Lil Sis, sit here with Kyle. Those girls are staring at him and the little guy doesn't like it." Jace says in a mock baby voice as Kyle glares sharply at him.

I sit there awkwardly as the girls stare and point.
I hate when people look at me.

Kyle moves to where he sits in front of me blocking the girls from view. Thank the Lord Jesus! I fidget with the sleeves of my shirt not looking anywhere but the table. Kyle sits quietly as always, jaw clenched, looking straight down at his hands.

He's wearing dark jeans and a tight black shirt that shows off some serious muscle. Woah. I swear I can see the slightest bit of abs...

"What?" Kyle says voice low and dark.

"Hm?" I look up and hum quietly.

"You're staring." He says and I immediately flush.

"No." I tuck hair behind my ear.

"Yes—" The bell rings, cutting him off suddenly.

Literally saved by the bell. I walk away quickly not even saying goodbye. And I swear on everything in me, I saw the lightest, most faint smirk on Kyle's lips. Maybe?

"Okay spill!" Skyla says sitting next to me in English class.