Perfectly Misunderstood

Chapter 1

I was sagging in the back seat of the car, with my eyes closed as I tried to tune out my brother's voices. I felt the water drip down from the cup of my iced latte as the ice began to melt from the heat. But even then I didn't bother to wipe my cup or drink my latte. I was debating on whether I should have my brother turn the car back around to the coffee shop and ask for another latte, one without an obscene amount of sweetener in it, or dump the whole latte out the window.

Without my caffeine, I couldn't function as a rational human being. I was extremely cranky, tired, and just incredibly pissed off. I'll admit that I do love my latte to be sweet, but this latte in my hand was just straight up diabetes in a cup.

My thoughts came to an abrupt stop when I heard my brothers laughter. Peering my eyes open I looked at them both observing their facial expressions.

"Yeah," my brother John agreed as he continued driving the car. "He's probably not getting any external stimulation."

Confused about what my brother said I tilted my head to the side. Trying to think deeply by what he meant. When realization struck, I scrunched my brows together and decided to speak finally.

"Oh god," I screeched. "Must you talk about someone else's sex life in the car this early in the morning."

Danny my other brother turned his head around facing me. "You're awake. We thought you were asleep," he sneered.

"Oh, how I wish I were asleep, so I didn't have to hear you guys having this conversation."

"Since we are having this conversation," my brother John decided to but in.

"No," I wailed. "We are not having the sex conversation."

Both my brothers laughed from up front. Danny brought his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay fine we won't have that conversation. But I'll let you know that we did leave a surprise for you in your locker. So don't be too surprised when you see it."

"My locker? How do you know which one is going to be my locker? And when did you even have the time to go to my school to sabotage me?"

"You forget that that was our high school before it was yours," John replied. "We know about every nooks and cranny in that school."

I was ready to curl into a ball. I loved all four of my brothers, and we bonded a lot by pranking each other, but sometime they would take the prank to an extreme. Like the time my brother Ashton thought it would be funny to put the worlds second spiciest hot sauce in my sushi leaving me with a nasty stomach ache for two days. But I wasn't going to stay quiet for that. I in return crazy glued his boxers to his skin while he was sleeping. Let's just say, that it was a rough morning for him.

Thinking back to the present, I began to wonder what they might have put in my locker.

"I swear to god, if there is any kind of bug in there I will kill you guys!"

"You'll just have to wait and see," John replied pulling into the school parking lot.

Groaning, I grabbed my backpack beside me and walked out the car without even saying goodbye. I made it two steps up the stairs of the school when I heard a siren from behind me.

God, please help me.

Turning around I saw both my brothers grinning from inside the car. Danny turned the siren off and took out his microphone yelling out, "have fun at school," loud enough for anyone within a mile radius to hear.

Mortified was not even the right word to describe how I felt at that moment.

I watched my brothers as they drove off before slowly turning around noticing everyone staring at me. Great. It hasn't even been five minutes of my first day of class at my new school, and I already have people whispering about me.

Gathering up as much courage as I had left, I made my way up the rest of the stairs. Walking up to the security guard sitting at the front desk, I asked him where the main office was so I could pick up my schedule.

Within 10 minutes I was walking out of the main office with my schedule in my hand and my locker number. Since there was still ten minutes until class began I decided to find my locker first.

It wasn't too hard to find my locker, and as I was putting in my code to my locker I was praying that nothing crazy popped out my locker.

As I made my final prayer and punched in the last digit to my locker, I quickly glanced to my left and right before slowly opening my locker.

My eyes sored open when packets after packets of condoms were flying out of my locker. Within a span of a few seconds, my feet were covered entirely in the packs of condoms, and the inside of my locker was still decorated with them as well.

Feeling mortified at what just happened, I glanced around me and quickly thanked God for not letting anyone witness my situation.

But now what the hell was I supposed to do with all these condoms?

Quickly bending down, I began to stash all the condoms into my backpack. When I was halfway done, I noticed a pair of shoes standing right next to me, turning my gaze a little to the right I saw another pair of shoes, followed by another, followed by another.

Crap!

I didn't have the guts to look up at the four people who were most likely looking down at me right now. So I just continued to quickly stuff the condoms into my bag pretending they were not there.

When I was down to pick up the last condom, one of the persons managed to bend down and pick it up before me.

Ah no no no no, please!

"I believe this is yours," I heard a deep voice as the guy handed me the condom in his hand.

Finally gaining some courage to look up, I locked my eyes with a pair of green eyes.

Ah, double crap.