OKAY hey beautiful people. this is my second story upload. the first one was an EPIC fail
So here i am trying again. this one is already more interesting than the last one'
Please vote and comment and do your thing....please please read i love all the stories on here, so i wanted to try...
Okay gonna let you read now. k? okay
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As he walked over to the refrigerator, I smiled. My God, why is he so f*cking hot?! He grabbed the milk, and leaned on the counter next to me.
"What are you smiling about, Linda?" he teased. And there goes my moment. Okay this is really embarrassing, but I have to tell for the sake of the story. This hot guy that I am currently drooling over is my....brother.
Yes I know. He's my own blood, but I cant seem to help it His raven black hair and those deep green eyes that make him look like he's always thinking about something important..... and his jaw-line is like his best feature- except his dimples, that aren't too deep, but perfect, oh and his teeth(pearly white)....oh and let's not forget that perfect eight pack that....
I can practically see through his shirt. Damn.....shoot.... answer the boy, he's going to think you're retarded.
"Oh shut up Marky. I was just thinking about a guy.." I smiled mischievously. It isn't a lie. I was thinking about a guy. A damn hot one at that. I thought I saw a glint of jealousy in his eyes, but it was so fast, that I am starting to think I was imagining it all from the start.
"Yeah whatever" he said interrupting my thoughts. "Jus start getting ready for school, coach wants to see me before class."
"Yeah okay. I'll be down in a few." I acted like he was annoying me, but I idnt really mind. Let me explain something to you. MY brother is HOT!! He's one of the most wanted boys at school. He's your typical good looking, can get whatever chick he wants, jock. Although he doesn't even sleep around, and he's not a jerk. Come to think of it, I don't think he's ever had a GF.
As I opened my closet, trying to find something decent to wear to school, I smiled to myself. I should wear something nice, to blow Mark's mind away. I searched my closet, and found clothes that the bit-.......errr my mother bought me. UGH! My parents are another story. Let's just say they care more about their jobs, that cause them to travel the world, than they do their own children. So basically it's just me and Mark......not that I mind.
But anyways, back to my clothes. My mother thinks that dressing like a slut is 'in', but I thought I'd give them a test just to see what people's reactions are.
After showering, I threw on my black and purple laced bra and underwear(which by the way is a thong). I glanced at my alarm clock. 7:45am .....sh•t. school starts at 8:20. Mark;s going to leave soon. And as if on cue ....
"Linda, hurry up or we're going to be late." I just continued to get ready. Okay 15 minutes. I pulled on the short jean shorts, and put on a black tank top, with a white long sleeved cardigan. I looked down at my shorts. Damn they are short. They weren't even reaching my mid thigh yet. Well I'll be dammed. Running to the mirror, I quickly fixed my hair which consists of me running my fingers through it, then applying a little bit of mascara. I grabbed my flip flops, and my bag, and then rushed down the steps.
Being the klutz that I am, I missed the last two steps, and went falling, face first, to the ground. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to engulf me, when I felt a pair of strong arms, grasping me tightly, and preventing me from falling. I didn't have to look up to know who it was.
