My Sister's Boyfriend

Chapter 1

* Bzzz * Bzzz *

I walk to my night stand to find a text from Dylan.

hey! Pre break party at my place! You better be here

It's the last night before Christmas break, a Monday to be exact, and I'm finishing packing. The last thing I want to do is have to get ready to go out.

Hello to you too, lol. As much as I love hanging out with you, I'm finishing packing! Don't miss me too much ;)

Next thing I know Dylan is calling me, begging me to come over, and offering to walk me back. I wasn't even sure if he was having a party or just inviting me over so I joke around with him and end up denying, continuing to pack. Partially excited about the chance that he could be interested in me. We've been friends since I came to New York in August but only really hung out once when a party got shut down early.

He texts me the next morning apologizing for texting me drunk and we continue to talk until midnight. The process repeating for the next few days, including quite blatant flirting. My sister Abigail comes home for break about a week into Dylan and I's texting affair and at this point we already have plans to go out... until Gail excitedly tells me she's been talking to Dylan and they have plans for a date. 

At this point I am completely and utterly shocked that he could be dumb enough to talk to two sisters at once. I didn't even know how to reply to her other than telling her that we also have been talking and have a date set for Saturday. 

The thing about my sister is she always gets what she wants. She sets her mind on something and goes for it, not caring who it hurts. 

For example, I liked a guy, Brandon, earlier in the year and although she knew, she danced on him all night. When we left the bar she apologized profusely until I felt bad and I ended up consoling her where it should've been the other way around. 

Another example is a dance competition I prepared for, for a year. She didn't practice at all and ended up beating me. And now with Dylan. I told her he was asking me out and talking to two sisters at once but although she knows I'm an extremely honest person (blame my guilty conscience), she told me that I misread his intentions and that he's liked her all along.

So here I am, 6 months later, dealing with the Dylan and Abigail saga.
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"Cass! Have you seen my red heels?!"

"Nope!"

"Cass please! It's Dylan and I's 6 month today and he's going to be here any minute"

Oh joy. 

"Sorry Gails but I don't know! I'm going to go out. But have fun."

Right as I open the front door, none other than Dylan is walking up the front steps. Of course it was expected as Abigail was waiting for him but it's just my luck to try and escape only to run into him.

"Oh hey Cass, you look gr-" I cut him off by curtly saying thanks and quickly shuffling past him, only to look back once I'm in my car to see him glancing at me before excitedly greeting Abigail. 

Now I know it shouldn't seem like a big deal. It was just a crush. But that's not why I'm still bitter 6 months later. It's the fact that Abigail always does this. It's like her favorite thing to do is piss me off by playing both sides. 

Before thinking that I'm just being a bitch because he chose her, let me explain that that's not how it happened. You see, Abigail came up with the idea to mess with him by acting like she didn't know he was leading us both on, but then she went behind my back and agreed to go out with him instead, abandoning me in the process. 

Pulling out of the driveway I decide I'm in the mood to drink, luckily I'm already dressed in a cute crop top, high wasted dark blue shorts and white sneakers with a cute sequin rose detailing on the backs. Deciding the local bar is my best choice I text Caden to see if he's up for going out. Now before you get the wrong idea, no I'm not 21, but I am in college which basically means that although illegal, I can drink in America. I'm actually only 18, in the middle of my freshman year at NYU. 

I drive to Caden's instead of waiting for a response knowing he'd rather just stay in. Caden is my best friend of a mere 6 months but the person I feel the most comfortable with, he's attractive with dark hair and bright blue eyes, only a few inches taller than me at 5'11. 

We trusted each other with everything within the first month of meeting. Meghan is Caden's girlfriend and I don't have to worry about walking in on them because she lives hours away in New Jersey so I happily let myself into his apartment. 

Within seconds I'm engulfed in a hug that seems to take all of my worries away, a concept I didn't understand before experiencing it. 

"Hey bud," I sigh into him. "Can we please go out tonight?" 

"You know how much I love going out," he laughs as he replies sarcastically. "Let me shower real quick then I guess we can go." 

Walking to his room I plop down on his bed waiting for him to get ready. I frequently think of how lucky I am to have found such an amazing person to call my best friend. I'm not one to be cheesy but I can't help but be so thankful. Throughout high school I distanced myself from my peers and never really connected with anyone, then I came to NYU and met Caden and it's like I don't even need other friends (even though obviously my logic disagreed so I made friends).

I've kind of just accepted and ignored how attractive Caden is but at times like this when he comes out of the bathroom in just a towel I'm taken away but how hot he really is. I try to hide it but I know he notices me ogling at him, no shame though. I've seen him return the look countless times. 

Our friendship is like a never ending game of cat and mouse. I call him bud or pal just to piss him off, only for him to retaliate and do the same to me. Then he takes the initiative to switch it up by tickling me or holding my hand, not to mention every single time we hang out it ends with cuddling until one of us falls asleep. 

Normally I would feel so guilty about a guy with a girlfriend "flirting" with me and me reciprocating it, but I know that it's only with me and not done in a romantic way. He's just closed off to a lot of people so I'm sure seemingly flirty actions are actually very innocent. I've tried so many times to really think about whether or not I would want to be in a relationship with Caden. I like him, hell I would even go as far to say I love him but I'm just not sure if it's that kind of love or just a comfortable love. I'm too afraid to even let myself think further than that because I know that he would never feel that way about me. 

Caden jumps on the bed practically on top of me, breaking me out of my thoughts, fortunately he's fully clothed now so I no longer have anything to worry about. I must've really zoned out to not have noticed him leave the room to get dressed but I'm glad he didn't call me out on ogling at him this time. 

"Hey hey Cass, are you ready to go? You can still back out you know..." He whispers mere inches from my face.

Grabbing his shoulders I push him off of me and hop off his extremely comfortable bed. Not going to lie it would be amazing to just curl up and watch a movie, however... I'm not over wanting to get drunk so I'm not backing out. Cade knows that when I feel like getting drunk (which doesn't happen very often), I won't ever change my mind just for a night in. Laughing like the gentlemen he is, he gets up and follows me out the door. 

Putting his arm over my shoulder, the night begins.

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