My Best Friend's Brother ♡

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"My Best Friend's Brother ♡"

Author Added Note. . . - :

Hey,
so like. This was my first book ever written on this site.  Unedited and pretty much raw, so please excuse the many mistakes found in this book... because I gave up on this book a long time ago. I hope you enjoy it,  though! :3 I kept it up for a reason.  ;)

Chapter 1

Hey, I'm Brianna. As you can see in the description, I'm madly in love with Logan, my best friend's brother. And... We happen to have a prom coming up in a few weeks. I have no one to go with.

I'm planning on asking Logan. He's hot, did I mention?

Scruffy auburn hair; Indie styled guy. 

Let's see... I'm 16, and he's 19. Big difference, huh? Let's start off with how we met before I jump to so many details.

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"So... we on for tonight?" Alexis asked me one Friday morning as we met up at school.

 We started toward Richard Wright School Of Preforming Arts High School.

"Yep. I can't wait to finally meet your family," I said, opening the door for her as we entered.

 She smirked. "I'm not looking forward to that part... my family are total nuts." She said, her blond curls bounced as we walked to our lockers.

 "Really? Your mom seems cool,"

"Yeah, in public. But at home, she's like a total different person." She rolled her eyes and opened her locker.

"Oh, well... I'm looking still forward to still meeting them." I grinned and open my locker next to hers.

 She turned her head and stared at me. I ignored her eye contact and got my books out of my locker.

 "You are crazy if you actually want to meet them." She said, her stare still on me like I was the crazy one.

 I finally got all my books and closed my locker. "Come on, they couldn't possibly be that bad, right?"

 "Yes!" She exclaimed, shaking her curls around her shoulders. 

 "Well, I got to get to homeroom. So I'll talk to you in 5th period." She said in a calm tone again.

"Gotcha." I said, going on to class. Room 304. Music 2.

I entered and  was the first person here. I sat in my seat and placed my books on my desk in a neat manner, and brushed my hands together in my completion. There, Mr. Lucas wrote the daily plan on the board.

 Without looking behind him, he spoke. "Good morning, Miss Brianna." He said in a British accent.

"Morning, Mr. Lucas." Mr. Lucas was my favorite teacher out the whole school. He was funny, playful, and attractive. He was married, and wasn't like that. He respected each and every girl in the class. No matter how much the girls seemed to temp him, he stood his ground. 

 He always broke that barrier that stood between student and teacher. He seemed like a brother. But to some, a father. He made learning fun, and hysterical. Every class we would laugh our butt's off from his jokes. Today he had his black hair curled and shagged out, a cute button up, some denim jeans and some Vans Boots. He looked so cute, I  could have drooled all over my books as I gazed at his back.