The Deception Game

9: Clones, Impregnated sisters & Feminist Wolves.

I give you full permission to call me all insults you can. I truly deserve them.

Read on!

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I cursed for the next 2 minutes while he laughed his ass off.

Why do I love only the bad, cruel and evil people of this world?

"It's not funny, Birch. What the hell were you actually doing in my bed?" I snapped, glaring at him.

My best friend is as nuts as he's gay.

He snorted, not even giving two shits about my bitchiness.

"I was waiting for you to finish your dealing with handsome Travon and I didn't feel like interrupting since you know, I could feel the murderous vibes rolling off of him just from outside the door so, I came to your room and felt sleepy so, I took a nap." He shrugged, answering nonchalantly as if taking a nap in someone else's bed wasn't invasion of privacy and then I noticed his words.

Handsome Travon. Fuck my life.

"Are you still crushing on my brother cause I can assure you he's very much straight, I asked him just now." I sighed, falling back on my plush bed, landing next to his already laid figure on the bed, as we both stared at the ceiling.

"How can a person not crush on him? Whether they be straight or siblings with that sex piece." He asked, baffled as if clearly in amazement why I wasn't agreeing with him and gushing about how my brother was hot.

Birch is a shameless jerk who knows nothing about boundaries, not even sibling ones since he's the only child of his parents but I still love him.

Call me crazy, go ahead.

"Have you been watching Game of thrones again, Birch?" I asked him suspiciously, eyes narrowing when I turned my head towards him.

Noticing, the glare, he spun away me, avoiding my eyes.

HA! Gotcha!

"Maybe."

"Birch! We told you not to. Not again." I groaned.

"I had to! Since you specifically told me not to. It's in my destiny to defy the rules set up by you creatures!" he exclaimed.

Shaking my head at his dumbness, I questioned.

"Where's Ivy? She's usually here for my welcome party."

Changing the subject and making his thoughts drift away from imagining John Snow or Jaime Lannister shirtless.

He once watched one episode and wouldn't shut up how magnificent God made Khal Drogo's body. His words, not mine.

"Not everyone's as heavily loaded as you. We actually have hours, fixed hours when we've got to work and we can't just run away from it whenever we want because our brother dearest is the owner." He shot back, humour quite clear in his voice. 

I rolled my eyes at him. I'd long stopped taking offence to his remarks. Besides, I did worse anyway.

"Yea we get it, you missed me when I was out sweetie. Besides, it's not like I want him to be my boss. He makes it even difficult to go there, everyday. Anyway, I've got news to tell and I'm not repeating it twice to both of you individually so, how about we go to the café now and meet up with her, right now?" I said getting up, looking up at him motioning to him to do the same.

It was almost 2 in evening right now and I don't really know why they're both asses weren't at school, Ivy isn't irresponsible like Birch.

Shrugging it off, I looked at my bed longingly. I so wanted to sleep for long, long time.