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I had kissed a brother's best friend.
I tried to push all the annoying thoughts out of my head.
What will Archer say? Which brother? Which best friend?
After my hangover seemed to relieve itself a little bit, I got dressed in an oversized t-shirt and little black shorts and made my way downstairs.
"Oh hey, I was just about to check up on you," Malakai said in the hallway.
"Good morning." I said.
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty exhausted, my head hurts."
"Yeah, I'd imagine. Make sure you drink lots of water." He advised me.
I nodded my head and continued walking downstairs.
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I was in the kitchen, waiting for Jasper to finish making my protein smoothie. Even though I protested, he insisted that he make me one to drink. While I was waiting, I heard the front door open an voices in the foyer. The voices kept getting closer and eventually Malakai and Adrian went into the living room.
"You guys can meet our sister," Malakai said excitedly, pointing towards me.
"That's Andrew, he's my age" Malakai motioned towards a boy with fair skin and brown hair. I nodded as acknowledgment, to which he returned.
Malakai continued speaking, "He's Adrian's age; Dakota..."
Malakai's words seemed to fade out and a slight ringing in my ears replaced his voice.
The memory that I was desperately trying to push away pushed its way back to the surface.
This was the boy I had kissed.
I felt a poke on my arm, and I saw Adrian looking at me strangely. He was slightly crouching to get on my eye-level.
"Heyyy. Oa-ka-lynnn" Adrian spoke in syllables.
I plastered a small smile on my face. "Yeah, sorry just thinking. Anyway, nice to meet you." I looked a little to the right of Dakota so I didn't see his face.
I was not mentally prepared to actually make eye contact, let alone see his face.
Maybe he's ugly and I was delusional during the party?
"Surprised you didn't meet at the party you snuck off to last night." I heard Malakai mutter under his breath.
My jaw clenched slightly to bury my discomfort of the not so true words he spoke, but I ultimately rolled my eyes to hide any sort of emotion that would contradict what he said.
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A Family of Her Own
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