I was sitting on my bed, doing my homework in Algebra when I heard a knock on my door and a head peeked inside my room. “Hey,” greeted my brother, Brennan, his dark eyes lit up in a weird way.
“Hey,” I replied apprehensively, putting down my notes and my textbook.
“May I?” he asked, timidly setting a foot inside my room. I shrugged. He skipped towards me like an oversized kindergarten, carrying a bag from Seven-Eleven. He sat on my bed, shaking the contents of the bag into my mattress. My eyes lit up hungrily at the sight of packs of Maltesers scattering around me. “Hi,” he beamed at me again.
I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “What did you do this time?”
“What?” He smiled innocently. “Nothing.”
“O…kay?” I said doubtfully.
“Okay, fine.” He dropped his gaze sheepishly. “You know your old stereo set?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s a little dysfunctional, right?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded slowly, having an idea where we were headed.
“The good news is, I tried to fix it.” He smiled proudly at me. “Bad news is, I think I broke it for good.”
“Brennan!” I cried. “How—why—HOW COULD YOU? That’s vintage!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, flashing me his puppy dog eyes. “That’s why I bought you six packs of Maltesers, see?”
I sighed in defeat, my fury already starting to dissipate. “It’s old anyways.”
“Thank you,” he said. “But actually, I tried to fix it ‘cause I need you to…”
My eyebrow went back up again, more suspicious than ever.
“Little Sister, how much do you love me?”
“It depends on your favor.”
He smiled cheekily, “Okay, there’s this girl, she agreed to go out with me if I guessed her locker combination.”
“So what does it have to do with me?”
“Well, she wanted me to open the one in the girls’ locker room. I can’t sneak in to the girls’ locker room…but you can.”
“Oh yeah,” I laughed feverishly. “No.”
“But Kallie, it’s Tiffany Patton, and—”
“Tiffany Patton?” I repeated in bewilderment. Tiff Patton was rich. She was famous and she wasn’t the nicest girl around. The last thing I wanted to happen was to be caught fumbling around her locker. “No,” I said again more firmly, standing up and grabbing Brennan off my bed.
“Kallie, please,” Brennan moaned as I ushered him out of my room. “I like her. Like legitimately like her, please?”
“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that from you? And do you know that you were wrong every single time?”
“But this time it’s different, I swear!” He shoved his foot between the door and the doorjamb, preventing me from closing the door no matter how hard I pushed. “Help your brother out here, Kal.”
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Kisses from Karma
Novela JuvenilKallie Welch had always liked Jesse Patton, but when she finds him drawing himself nearer to her in ways she least expected, she figured she might do more than just liking him. But Brennan, Kallie's big brother, seemed determined to live up to his c...
