Megan's P.O.V
I stormed into my mom's house and passed through the kitchen without saying hello. I was trying to get to my room but was stopped by Andre, the youngest of my twelve brothers.
"What's wrong?" He asked licking his lips. I remeber having the biggest crush on him and then losing it once my mother adopted him and he was a complete jerk.
"Nothing." I tried to pass him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back.
"What's wrong little sis." He played with my hair causing it to go in every direction. The nerve.
"I'm busy right now. Can we talk about this later?"
"Ain't no boy is it? I'll kill and you know it little sis." All of my brothers were mean sometimes, but they are more protective than anything.
"It's not a boy." I assured though I couldn't take Dylan and his rudeness off my mind. I thought he was actually intrested in me. Just another stupid boy.
"Alright then, you can go." He let me pass him and I ran to my room and slammed the door. I had really started developing feels for Dylan before he started acting like a jerk. I thought we could talk and maybe even date. He didn't seem like a bad guy and I loved his smile.
There was a knock at the door.
"Baby? Is everything alright?"
"Everything is fine mom!" I yelled back through the door.
"Okay dinner is ready, I made your favorite."
My mouth watered at her words. I wanted to stay and sulk some more, but my mom knew she could always win me over with that cooking.
