The school's heart breaker is my brother...

Scott's POV:

Her hair was covering her face like a veil and it took all myself control not to run over and push it back out of her face and wrap my arms around her.

I could hear sobs even here from where I was standing in the door way. I rested my hand against the door frame and felt panic begin to wash over me and I swore actual sweat beads were forming on the side of my temple.

I had no idea why I was feeling this way, mentally I slapped my self- man up Scott- Mia was Sam’s little sister and I felt nothing for except the same protectiveness an older brother might.

Bringing up the courage from deep within I walked over to Mia who still lay on the floor her long legs seemed endless from where I was standing. Slowly I knelt down as touched her shoulder gently.

“Mia sweetheart…” God that sounded so lame, actually I think I can remember my gran saying the exact thing to me once. I shuddered as I looked into her tear stained face her eyes filled with sorrow and unshed tears.

She frowned at me deeply and I sat back in confusion as her eyes began to sparkle and the corners of her lips began to twitch.

I opened my eyes wide and sent her a cold glare what the hell was so funny???

“Did…Did you just call me…Me…. Sweetheart??!!” Her voice roe slightly at the end before she erupted into a sweet melodic laugh her laughing filled the empty space of Mrs Park’s office and soon I couldn’t help but smile.

She looked so cute as she struggled to stop herself from giggling, her nose was slightly upturned and her eyes shone like big, beautiful sapphires.

“Shut up.” I said playfully slapping her arm as a joke, suddenly her eyes filled with tears again, and she began to cry.

I looked down at my hand which now felt as if it was hot coal burning my flesh, I swore I hadn’t hit her that hard had I ????

“Mia!!!” I cried my voice filled with panic.

She looked up at me for second before crawling over to me and resting her head on my shoulder.

I pulled away slightly in shock as I looked down at the beautiful yet broken girl crying on my shoulder. I reached out and pulled my arms around her shaking body and pulled her in close.

I felt intoxicated as I breathed in my nose filling with the gorgeous smell of vanilla and cherries. Her hair was soft and silky as I rested my chin on her head and felt her tense body relax slightly at my touch.

Mia…” I whispered again my voice barely audible I choked out her name scared of the strong emotions I was battling.

Terrified I would say something I would later regret I lifted my head away from her and away from any temptation.

Instead I took her hands in mine and looked directly into her gorgeous icy blue eyes and waited for her to speak.

At first it seemed that hours were passing and still Mia had said nothing, as every second passed I struggled more and more to control my urges and then when I believed I could take no more she spoke…

“It’s my mum…” She said quickly as tears began to pour out of her eyes.

I looked at her confused.

“Look I get it,” I said, “We all have times where we hate our mums and wish they would go away forever but whatever your problem is I’m sure you can work it out Mia.” I finished.

I know I’m no angel and trust me I’ve had real problems with my mum before, like the time I was arrested for blowing up some old man’s milk van, so seriously how bad could it be.