Beware

"G-Guys like me?" I stammer, searching her eyes. Her green eyes overpowered mine and made my heart flutter. "You know," She smiled, "The sweet ones. The ones that girls fall hard for." I couldn't believe it. Did she actually believe that? The only girl that's ever fallen for me was one whom I accidentally tripped in Grade 6. I bit my lower lip, "I've never had a girlfriend," My heart was about to beat out of my chest, "No girls really like me. They all like my brother." The girl looked at me with sympathy, "Well, it's their loss, right?" She smiled. "I'm Victoria by the way." Victoria. The name was mostly used for queens. Maybe one day she could be my princess. Cheesy thoughts like that must be why I scared half of the girls at school. My confidence plummeted as I looked at her body. Surely, Harry would get her first. He always did. I was always the misfit of the family. Why would she like me? The outside door slid open and Harry emerged, he was looking from Victoria to me, mouthing: 'Did you score?' I shot him a look before turning around and walking out the front door, my eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Of god damn course," I whimpered. "He's going to be the only one scoring anything with her," I wiped my eyes and opened the truck door, grabbed a shirt, and slammed it. I slid down against the car, hanging my head in my arms.