Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter One: "I Hate You Grayson Dolan"

Sunday

EVERYONE KNEW THAT MY name was really Jade, but they usually called me Baby. There were only two people on planet earth that called me baby girl though, and that was the dolans. I'd sometimes imagine one of them whispering it in my ear, or getting it tattooed on their perfectly muscled arms. That was just a small part of my many Dolan fantasies, and trust me... There were a lot of them.

I continued to write in my diary, when suddenly the walls began to rattle. I ignored it at first, but it had gotten so bad that books had started to fall off the shelves. I put my pen down in frustration and begin making my way down the hall towards my sister, Melanie's room.

I put my ear up to the door. Loud moans began to emerge along with the rumbles of the house. My jaw dropped at what I was hearing. My parents had gone on a business trip, so luckily for my thot sister, the house was empty. The moans grew louder along with my disgust. This was not happening.

"Melanie!" I yell as I bang on the door. There was no answer, just continued moans.

"You like that?" I heard a deep voice ask.

"Yeah, " Melanie groaned.

I started gagging. I had eaten leftover Mexican food that morning, and it definitely wasn't doing me any justice. I place my hand on the knob preparing to twist it at any moment, but I stopped when I felt a pair of fingers wrap themselves around my shoulder. I jump and turn to look behind me.

"Woah baby girl, I didn't mean to scare you." I looked down at a bare pair of abs, which lead to a neck, and then turned into a face. It was Ethan Dolan. Shirtless. In my fucking house. In his hand were a plate of leftover nachos. A part of me wanted to smack them out of his hand and jump on top of him, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Wh... What are you doing in my house?" I ask in nervous confusion.

He began to laugh like the answer was obvious. I watched as he started pointing to Melanie's door.

"Grayson's in there. "

I began to blink rapidly. "He's what?"

Ethan pointed to the door again before biting into a chip. I opened it but closed it immediately.
My mind went completely blank.
Too much naked! I thought.

The two of us started laughing, but my laughter was in a manic, angry way. My sister was fucking Grayson Dolan, and I secretly wish that I were too. She had always managed to take everything away from me, and now that included my dream husband.

"Well I'm going back downstairs. Ellen's on," Ethan announces before leaving.

He was chewing really loud, which wasn't surprising on the account that he had a really structured jaw. I hadn't realised the crunching before due to the moans, but now it was quite obvious. The sound soon faded as he walked away, but it was still stuck in my mind as if it had been stamped there.

I stomp back to my room and put in my headphones. The last thing that I wanted to to traumatize me was the sound of my sister losing her virginity for the one hundredth time.

I played some Jon Bellion while continuing to write in my diary about the usual bullshit. I didn't really have much to write about so I started it off like this:

Dear Grayson Dolan,

I hate you so much. I hate you for being so damn sexy, I hate you for having sex with my sister, and most importantly...I just hate you!

Fuck off, baby Girl

I then closed up the book and put it safely under my mattress. There wasn't anything else for me to do, so I then closed my eyes and went to sleep. In my dreams I was anybody. I was usually myself, but ten times skinnier. I'm pretty sure the Dolans didn't want a plus size girl like me. At least I thought so, but who was I to know their expectations?

Sometimes when I was dreaming, I'd be married to Ethan, sometimes Grayson, or sometimes both. Life would probably be more zesty with a twin threesome. I think at least every straight girl has dreamed about having a threesome with hot twins before. That's just human nature. Either that, or I had a very extensive imagination.

Monday

"GET UP BITCH," I hear a voice sloppily yell. A pillow then kissed my face several times. I took a deep breath and quickly leaned up to find Mel standing over me with a pillow as big as a body bag.

"I'm up!" I screamed. She then hit me with the pillow again. I pushed it away. She looked exhausted.

Don't get me wrong, Melanie was pretty and all, but she looked terribly malnourished without her makeup.

I looked over at the clock. It was 6:17 in the morning.

"What the crud, Mel I still have a whole hour to sleep!" I complained. She dropped the pillow on the ground.

"Not if you're going with me. The Dolans are driving us to school this morning, and I'm not walking in the school carrying a lot of bags, so I need you to take my stuff to my locker. "

My face grew red with anger. Did I look like Driving Ms. Daisy or the Help?

"What am I? Cinderella?"

Mel lightly laughed before turning and leaving the room. I rolled my eyes and laid back down. I had to be Cinderella be cause obviously I was blessed with the evil sister.

"Get up!" I hear her yell from the other room. I groaned and rolled over, which was a big mistake because I fell off the bed and onto the floor. Helplessly, I pull myself up and decide to get ready.

I put on a t-shirt type dress and some converse. I then put my hair back into a braid to top it all off. Well actually my oversized Jean jacket topped it all off, but that wasn't important.

I looked in the mirror and told myself that I was beautiful ten times. It was a stupid exercise my psychologist told me to do to help boost my confidence. Sometimes it worked, and other times it didn't. After taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes. I was not prepared for the gates of hell today. School was such a drag, but I had to try to be positive.

"Today, is my day, " I speak to myself in confidence. After seeing my sister practically stamp Grayson Dolan as her own, it had sparked something in me. If I couldn't have Gray, I was at least going to get a bite of Ethan. Knowing Mel though, she would probably try to go after him too, but I wasn't going to let that happen.

I turned to the door to leave. I wasn't having anyone's shit today, and that was the absolute truth. So what my sister and my imaginary future husband hooked up? Big deal! That didn't mean that she could treat me like shit. Not today, not now, not ever.

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