Unexpected

Chapter 22

"What was your brother like?" Justin asked as he stuffed his now done homework in his bag.

He asked me to help him with his homework, so we've been doing that for awhile. I thought it was just math but it wasn't. This kid does not like doing homework.

"He was amazing. Everyone loved him and he loved everyone as well" I smiled at the memory of my brother.

"Was he popular in school?"

"Was he? He knew everyone. Every incoming freshman knew my brother. Teacher's he never had in highschool knew him. That boy was the only popular person at school" I laughed.

"Did he have a lot of friends?"

"Nope. He had like five real friends and the rest where people he didn't talk to outside of school... He had this one friend I can't remember his name but he was really cute" I laughed and justin sent me a glare.

"That was his Bestfriend. He sort of looked like you. I have no idea what happened to him. He was always at our house, ate all our food and bothered me. I didn't mind it though cause he was cute" I stated, smiling at Justin's glares.

"How old would your brother be right now?"

"He would be nineteen" I stated.

"You know what's weird?" I asked Justin. He raised an eyebrows as what.

"When the police officer came to our house to tell us my brother was dead, we weren't allowed to have a funeral for him. And I've watched more than enough crime shows to know that when someone dies they call a family member to come identify the body... But we didn't get to do that neither" I said.

"That's not right" he said shaking his head. "Those must have been some crooked policemen" he stated.

"Hey Justin, what's your favorite color?" I ask suddenly changing the subject. "Take a guess" he grunted rolling off the bed. He stood up going to a mirror and looking into it.

"Yellow!" I said excitedly. He looked back at me and smirked. "You're right" he said looking back in the mirror.

"Awesome" I said but more to myself.

"What's your full name?" I asked him.

"Justin Drew Bieber" he came and laid at the bottom of the bed.

"You have a nice name" I complimented and he smiled.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked. Placing my elbows on my thighs and placing my chin on my knuckles.

"Nope"

"Did you choose the fuckboy life or did the fuckboy life choose you?" I said trying to hide my smiling.

"I'm not a fuckboy!" He sat up.

"I'm not a girl" I laughed.

"You're not funny" he climbed to the top with me ." I believe I am... You just dont like my jokes" I laughed. He didn't say anything but stared at me.

It made me a tiny bit uncomfortable but I played it of my rubbing my face. "You're cute, take a picture with me" he pulled his phone out his pocket.

"Ugh, may- maybe another time" I smiled nervously.

"Why not now?" He asked

"Because my dad made me not like my face anymore" I mumbled to myself.

"What?" He asked. "Um. Nothing"

"No, I heard you.... Why dont you like your face?"

"My dad. I accidentally looked in a mirror a day or two after he almost killed me and I didn't like what I seen so I avoid anything that reflects" I shrug as if it wasn't a big deal.