Alive >> Jake Fitzgerald << Scream

Two.

"Cavemen made fires. Those fires cast shadows. And those shadows cast fear. Men have been obsessed with scaring eachother ever since."

"I'm sorry Mr B but what has pranking each other got to do with shadows?" I raised my hand

"I'm not talking about pranking each other Miss Hudson. I'm talking about the fear that those fires left behind, the fear that people still feel to this very day."

I nodded in understanding, scribbling what Branson had said down in my notebook, I had to admit he was my favourite teacher, mainly because of his incredible good looks and even better personality, but he also taught my favourite subject, language arts. It all added up perfectly.

"His name's Kieran Wilcox. He just moved here from Atlanta." Brooke whispered, turning in her seat to face Emma and I, all the while still being extremely careful as to not let Kieran notice she was talking about him.

"I thought you weren't into high school guys?" Jake leaned forwards to whisper to me, Brooke and Emma.

"Nope that was just you."

"And besides you couldn't date him even if you wanted to." I crossed my arms over my chest, blowing my hair out of my face.

"And why can't she? Do you have a thing for him?" Jake smirked

"Don't be disgusting." I scoffed

"Why? What's so wrong with the dude?"

"He's my brother you idiot."

"Wait! What?" Brooke said abruptly

"Brooke." Mr Branson interrupted, his eyes flickering from my own over to Brooke's, "Would you please tell us which genre 'The Castle of Otranto' originated from?"

"The castle genre?"

"Actually that would be the Gothic genre." Kieran's deep voice called out from the back of the classroom.

"You're such a know it all Kieran." I chuckled, turning around in my seat.

"Only for you, little sister."

I rolled my eyes before turning back towards the front of the room, all eyes were on Kieran and I, people were obviously shocked at the discovery that the two of us were actually siblings, although we didn't share a last name or any of our parents traits.

"Thank you Kieran, Lydia." Mr B shook his head, I could see the traces of a smile on his lips as he tried to hide his amusement, "Guys look, I get it. Nobody wants to sit around reading 500 pages of some dusty book about monks and curses, I'm just asking that you show a little more enthusiasm like the Hudson twins over here."

"You've got that backwards." I stated, "He's a Wilcox, I'm a Hudson, he got our Mom's last name and I got my Dad's. Our mom got him and our dad got me. And we're not twins, he's ten months older than me."

"Thank you for that explanation Lydia, it's always a joy to hear them." He chuckled, "But what I want guys, is for you all to put a little more effort in, nobody's forcing you to watch the walking dead."

"Ooh! Is the walking dead on the midterm?" Jake and I both raised our hands simultaneously before shooting a glare in each other's direction.

"Quit copying me Fitzgerald."

"You're the one copying me!"

"Shut up."

"Why don't you make me?"

"Maybe I will."

Jake seductively ran his tongue across his bottom lip before winking at me, I scoffed at his obnoxiousness, trying my best to brush the action off considering my older brother was sat only a few seats away, most likely planning on telling my dad on me.