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*Moi et Moi* Shock

15hours

"Hey, Kay Simmons."

who the hell....?

It's hot and I've been forced to walk home because my mother is busy and my dad is being held up in a meeting in SPAIN! I HAD two bloody hours of soccer and I think a pig would be jealous of all the sweat I have plastered to my forehead right now.

I sigh tiredly and turn round, Branden is standing outside of his Mustang string at me intently with those wonderful hazel eyes and for a minute I forget that I'm tired and I smile at him, wishing immediately that I had some roll-on or deodorant or something.

"Uh, hey Brand-"

"Brand-ON," he interrupts and I try hard not to roll my eyes.

"Oh okay, um, Brand-ON. What's up," I say and walk back to the school parking lot.

He gets off his 'ride' and walks towards me with a small shy smile on his lips.

"We live in the same neighborhood," he smiled.

"Okay," Wtf. Its a known fact dude. I literally watch you change from my window! Now I roll my eyes and smile to hide my irritation.

"Lemme give you a ride."

SCREAM!

No, don't worry, I didn't just scream. Instead I narrow my eyes at Brand and wait for a bunch of men with cameras to jump out and scream 'PRANK' and then pour a bucket of water on my head and move away. Brand...I mean Brand-ON, has never ever talked to me in school grounds and even when not in school grounds the only thing that slipped out of his sexy mouth was 'My name is not Brand' so why in the hell was he, NOW, offering me a ride like I didn't have legs or money to get a cab.

"No, thanks Brand." yeah, no thanks BRAND, I don't need you or your hot sports car, okay?

I turn to walk away but his hand comes out and snatches my arm. I'm too slow to pull away so I'm trapped. Brand pulls me to him and were now inches away from each other, me sweaty and him smelling like a god. Why did I have to be a sports chick and not a cheer chick. I inwardly groan.

"I know I made a big mistake to ignore you all this time," okay, now I'm really suspicious!

"Brandon, what's going on?" I ask. I may hate his guts but I'm concerned about him and his well being. I also may still have a crush on him....but that's not important right now.

He doesn't let go of me but pulls me back and studies my face, do I have sweat on my chin?

"Just...come with me, Kay, please?" he says like a witty child whose been derived of candy for a year.

I, knowing I've been deprived of Brand candy for 5years, nod my head and follow him into the passenger seat.

15:35

I'd be lying if I said I haven't been rubbing my free arm all over his cream leather seats. Gosh this car is straight from heaven. Its lovely and secretly I've always been a top gear fan so I know what to know about this car. Brandon's busy playing with his stereo and browsing through all the channels. I know what kind of music he likes, only because he blasts KONGOS all night in his room, and I'm not surprised when he puts on 'Hearing Damage' by Thom Yorke. I've always loved this song, but its pretty strange to have somebody like him to have me in this car and listen to it with him. I steal a glance at him and, strangely, at exactly the same time, he looks at me and lets out a small smirk then, oh god yes, he winks at me with those wonderful eyes.

I think I just peed again.

I clear my throat and look away, "So! What's the rush about?"

"What rush?" suddenly he seems super easy going and not worried and sad at all. I frown at the irony of it all.

"The reason why I'm in this car and not walking...." I say and he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Got a little lonely."

I scowl at him, "You have a girlfriend!" I bark.

He smiles at nothing in particular and pinches my thigh sending shivers through my entire body, "I get lonely sometimes, okay?"

Besides my jumping hormones and nerves, I look to him and glare as best as I can, "What are you playing at Brand?"

He finally looks at me and even though he has on a straight face, I can see the amusement in his eyes. "Kay, I would never play you."

"Then why the fuck am I hear?!" I bang my hand on his thigh and he shrugs again. I roll my eyes and groan.

"Fifty years later right. How come you talk to me now?" I'm a little more calm s we go through our street. The billion dollar houses come in view an I groan, were about to get into the 'moms not home and I call dibs on the couch' era. Did I tell you I have 6 brothers but I currently only live alone in my house, the boys live in the backyard, another guest house built just for them with flat screen TV's and boy games, video games and table hockey, ping pong and lets not forget the notorious hot tub. I call myself an only child because I'm the 'only child' that lives in my parents house. Hanna and the twins are always home because I'm not allowed in the backyard with the boys, their rules, apparently I'm too girly to be there. We have the triplets and then the twins, I know right, pure agony.

Jayden, Justin and James are all in another posh school but they're all friends with the A' level class in my school so most of the time I'll look out my balcony window and see Kevin Mitchel or Brand playing with them.

Sid and Samuel are twins, they are both in university of London in their first year and are total opposites although they are always together. They live with the boys too and used to go to my school so they're a little more down the earth than the J 3...get it- G 3 now J 3 because of the...okay, yeah whatever you get it!

Last but not least was my oldest brother, Charles, who died last year in a crash. He was best friends with Keeth, and Charlie was his hero. I loved him and he died but that didn't really matter because Carlie wouldn't have wanted me to be a sad wreck. I still think of him and have a picture of him on my wall in my room, something I wake up to everyday. Charlie looked just like me and maybe that's why Keeth refuses to let me go all the time, he doesn't want to lose another and I get it.

We reach my huge house, it doesn't have a gate but its pretty much closed. I look to Brand an dthank hima nd then scowl when I see him come out of the car.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask and he smiles.

"The boys invited me."

oh no!

"WHAT?" I scream and Brand bursts out laughing.

"They said if I took you home I coul-"

his sentence is cut off when J3 come running out of the front door looking rash in their hockey attire.

"Brand, dude, its been long."

"He was here last week Tuesday," I dead pan and Jayden raises an evil brow at me.

"Somebody's been watching him," Jayden says and I cringe.

"No," I say and its barely a whisper. I cove rmy face when a hint of a blush comes out.