It's a thing of the past

One

I can never be myself when I have seven brothers. There's Steven who is a sophomore in college, but still living at home. Jason who is a Senior in high school with me. Kevin, a Junior and he's kind of an ass, but a good brother. Then there's me, Vanessa Hyde, Sophomore. Gabriel is a year younger then me. Zac and Alex are twins, ten years old. Then there is the youngest, Micheal who is five years old.

I love my brothers I do, but they can be so annoying sometimes and want to know every little thing about me I just want to hide in a hole. They think they are protecting me, but they are really just embarrassing me. All day every day I hide out in the band room during lunch drawing. No one knows that I draw and I don't want them too. I am a good drawer, but I like to keep them to myself. Something that happened awhile ago that I don't like talking about.

I love to draw people and since I have a photographic memory it's easy for me to remember the people I see. The band room is quiet because the band director goes to Subway right across the street so that gives me the opportunity to have peace without my brothers hounding me all the time. I don't have any friends because the ones I did have mostly just wanted to get to Kevin or Jason.

The bell rings and I pack away my drawing pad. I have English next and it is my favorite subject. I have a great spot right in the back in the middle so I can see the board perfectly. I pass Gabe and Kevin and I try to keep my focus on getting to class before the second bell rings. Mr. Fitz doesn't tolerate anybody being late and I just barely make it on time because the band room is on the other side of the school. I can't run because my mid-thigh red leather skirt would ride up and I am also wearing combat boots with a two inch heel. So I stick with speed walking.
I make it to class just as the second bell rings, but I stop in my tracks because there is someone in my seat. He looks new so he couldn't have known that I sit there every day.

"Miss Hyde? Please take your seat," Mr. Fitz said, standing up from his desk. I finally move my feet and I sit down in the seat next to the new kid. He looks like a bad boy by the way he dresses. Black ripped jeans, black T-shirt and a biker jacket. I have one too, but I only wear it when I ride my dirt bike. I first got it at 14 and when I turn 16 next week I can officially get my motorcycle license. Then I can ride legally.
I cross my legs and jot down notes from Mr. Fitz's lesson, but out of the corner of my eye I see Mr. Bad Boy staring at my thigh. My skirt rose rose up when I crossed my legs and I couldn't help but smile. I cross them the other way and he does a double take.
"You like what you see?" I asked quietly, but not looking away from the board. He turns in his seat and I slightly turn my head to look at him.
"I have never met anyone like you," he whispered, while trailing the length of my body with his eyes. I face forward because I was blushing and I didn't want him to see. I fix my red leather jacket and straighten my black tank top then I look back at him.
"Why do you say that?" I said, with a smirk.
Mr. Bad boy smiled and I almost yipped. Why do I feel like this around him? I just met the guy and he stole my favorite seat.
"You're bad," he turned back in is seat and tapped his pen on the desk.
I rolled my eyes and wrote down what was on the board. He only reason he thinks that is because of how I dress. I want to be known as Vanessa Hyde, not 'oh you're Steven's little sister.' I swivel in my seat and I keep my voice low.

"For your information, I am not bad. I just have seven brothers," I whispered, but I was leaning in close so he would understand.
He raised and eyebrow and looked at me.
"Makes sense."

That was all he said and I felt I needed to clarify which was strange since I again don't know anything about this guy.
"What is that supposed to mean," I leaned back in my chair and tried to listen to what Mr. Fitz was saying, but I couldn't concentrate. What does this new guy know about me and my brothers to think he knows me?
He turns back to face me and smirks.
"You dress provocative so you'll get noticed. Not just as your brothers sister, but as you."

My jaw drops. He got it spot on.

I almost flinched when Mr. Fitz clapped his hands once really loud.

"The Scarlett letter," he held up the book, "I want a one page paper on the moral of the story in two weeks, so you should get reading."
He hands each one of us a book and I open mine right away. Everyone else packed away their books and began talking with their friends. Mr. Fitz sat behind his desk and I was already on the third page because of how fast a reader I was. Out of the corner of my eye, Mr. Bad boy is chuckling. I mark my page and I set the book down. I turn to face him.
"What's so funny?" I asked him, while tapping my fingers on my desk.
"You're a teachers pet," he said, with a smirk. I roll my eyes and sigh. I get that a lot. I am a straight A student and people think it's because I suck up to the teachers, but it's only because I pay attention. That and my photographic memory. I'm even surprised I am passing Chemistry cause I suck in that class.
"I am not a teachers pet. I get my homework done early so I can have more free time," I said, crossing my legs. Mr. Bad boy did another double take. I smile. I can so control him if I wanted to.
He shakes his head and his face looked all flustered. Aw, he looks like a lost puppy.
The bell rang and he almost looked relieved because he grabbed his stuff and nearly bolted out the door. I shake my head and I pick up my bag. I put The Scarlett Letter in my bag and I walk out toward the parking lot.

I walk up a big grey truck that belongs to my brother Jason and I reach up to put my bag in the bed of the truck. I fix my skirt that rose up and I lean against the side of the truck then I wait. Jason normally spends 15 minutes after school making out with his girlfriend Jenny behind the gym which is on the other side of school. Kevin high fives a few of his buddies as they get into a car and he comes over to me. He always gets a ride with his friends, but since they started smoking pot, Kev doesn't hang out with them much. He tosses his backpack in the bed of the truck and looks at me.
Here we go.
"What up with the new guy I heard he was in your English class?" he crossed his arms. Typical big brother.
"Nothing that concerns you," I said, crossing my arms and looking around for Jason so we can get out of here.
"He make a move on you?"
I groan. Why does he have to know everything that goes on in my life?
Gabe comes up and he too becomes curious.
"Did you ask her about the new guy?"
I was looking around trying to ignore Gabe and Kev when I spotted Mr. Bad boy about to get into a black Sedan. He catches my eye and we exchange smiles. Gabe stands next me looking where I was looking and the new guy disappears. The Sedan drives away and I let out a long sigh.

I leaned against the truck with a huff and my black hair fell in front of my face. Good, now I wont be bothered by my idiot brothers.
"You know he is bad news," Gabe said, standing in front of me. I tuck my hair behind my ears and i cross my arms.
"Whose bad news?" Jason came up behind Gabe and tossed is backpack in the truck. His hair was tussled and he had a lipstick stain on his neck, but no one else noticed.
"The new guy was flirting with V. Joey told me," Kevin said, leaning against the truck. Right, I forgot that one of Kev's friends got held back.
"That's terrible but we need to get going cause we need to pick up the kids," Jason said, "Oh and you two need to ride in the back." He gestured to Kev and Gabe on the last part.

They actually were thrilled and were all too quick to hop in the bed of the truck. I was a little worried that they'd look through my bag and see my drawings, but they just whipped out their phones. I breathe a sigh of relief and I get in the car. Jason drives away and I can't help but daydream about the new guy.