My Bro's Hot Friend

Chapter VIII

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My house was empty that night. My brother went to some dinner party, my parents went out on a date somewhere, leaving me alone studying for my Biology exam. Yes. I know. What a loser, I actually study.

Well, let me tell you that opposite to what you might think of me, I actually care a lot about my grades and I've always been a good, hardworking student. I may be ugly, but I'm studying hard so I can afford a plastic-surgery later. (I'm kidding, kids, love yourself, I don't plan on having plastic-surgery...).  Anyways, I've always taken school seriously, my parents kind of forced me to it. 

So, there I was, listening to some Panic! At the Disco at 10 PM, reading and taking some colourful notes about DNA in my notebook. Let me tell you how fascinating it was... I fell asleep. Twice.  I was wearing pyjama robe and some fluffy pastel slippers. My hair was tied in a bun and there was pimple cream on my face. 

Then, my phone started to vibrate in my desk. I looked over at it, and it was a message from Zack. I smiled from ear to ear, and I obviously got distracted, immediately. I mean, how could you not? 

Zack: Hey hey darling what u up to?

Allison: Studying for biology, you?

Zack: Hmmm biology huh? Wanna study some biology with me? 

Allison: You care about DNA and shit?

Zack: Depends...

Allison: On what?

Zack: Whether it is my DNA with yours on a baby or not.

Allison: Wtf kind of hook up line was that?

Zack: You wanna practice some biology or what?

Allison: Can't. I have a test tomorrow.

Zack: I know your brother isn't home

Allison: How do you know that?

Zack: Hm... Hello? It's the dinner party of a guy that is a friend of mine

Allison: Didn't you go?

Zack: Nah

Allison: Why not?

Zack: Cuz I dont wanna.  I'm in your front porch.

I waited a few more seconds and then I heard the bell ringing. I opened my eyes wide and started having an anxiety attack. I had pimple cream on my face, my hair was all fucked up, I was in a pyjama robe and slippers... And Zack was downstairs. Right downstairs... 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

I opened the window and hoped to god he could not see my face properly, or he'd have a heart attack or something.

"I'm... I'm coming..."

"Yea, yea, hurry up, it's cold here."

I breathed in deeply. You know what? Fuck it. 

If Zack can't handle me at my pyjamas, slippers and pimple cream phase, he doesn't deserve my lingerie one, you know what I'm saying?

So, I just went and opened the fucking door.

"Cute little butterflies in your pants..."

"Shut up."

"Maybe you can borrow it, some time?"