Oh Brother

Mr Math genius

I lean back in my desk chair as I look at the ceiling. I was working on math homework and had been stuck on a question for the past 20 minutes. I take off my glasses, as I rub my temples.

Tap Tap

I snap around to the window where the tapping came from. I let out a small scream of fright. On the other side of my window, sitting on my roof sat Brandon. I ran to my door and locked it,(ensuring my brothers couldn't get in ; even though they found ways to bust open locked doors anyway) before I hurriedly ran to the window.

I quickly slid the window up while trying to do so as quietly as possible. Why do boys always do such dumb things? For example, climbing up my house to my window while my brothers are home and could walk through my door any minute.

If Ethan and Grayson found out... do I even have to explain?

"Brandon! What are you doing? Do you not get what will happen if they catch me with you?" I whisper yelled. To which Brandon chuckles at.

"You're brothers don't scare me Bailey." He smiles.
I roll my eyes. No one seems to understand.

"Yeah, well they scare me!" I whisper annoyed. I slide the window down before he stops it with his hand.

"Wait wait! Babe." He says while sliding the window back up. goose bumps form on my arms. Babe? To top it off he reaches for my hand as I pull it away. His face drops, as I sigh.

"Sorry.. I don't mean to be so snappy. But I've got homework to do. Bye Brandon." I start to shut the window but he stops it once again.

"Well, lucky I'm a math genius!" He grins with a smile that I cannot say no to. I smile back at him as he opens the window further.

"Sooo can I come in now or?"

I quickly look at the door, then back at Brandon.

"Five minutes then you've got to go." I give in as his face lights up.

Brandon crawls through the window as he dusts himself off stepping inside my room taking everything in.

"Sweet room."
I grin.
"Thanks."
I walk over to my desk sitting back down.

"So, Mr math genius. How do I figure out this equation?" I give him a challenging look as I hand the paper to him. He sits down on my floor, his eyes scanning the sheet as he taps his finger on his chin.

"Yeah, I don't know.." He laughs.
He folds the paper back up as he stands to his feet and hands it to me.

I gasp,pretending to be shocked.

"The math genius does not know the answer?" I say raising my hand to my mouth dramatically.
He smirks at me as he steps closer.

"Well neither do you! But I'm actually a D-student when it comes to math." He slightly laughs. "My dad couldn't be more disappointed in my grades, he wants me to be a doctor. He used to be so fuckin' proud of me. And now I'm not good enough for him." He suddenly goes quiet as he shuffles around.

Seeing him this way made me hurt. The overly confident, obnoxious football player had completely disappeared.

I hadn't seen my dad in over a year, neither had Grayson or Ethan. Ethan says he never wants to see him again.

I knew how Brandon felt. I knew his pain. I look up to see Him picking at his coat. He looked so broken.

He clears his throat
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to put that all on you.." he mumbles
To my surprise, I stand up from my chair and kiss him. He seemed shocked at first. We both pull away as his eyes search all over my face before he pulls me back in.

"Bailey!"
I jump, as I pull away.
"Bailey!" The voice calls from outside of my room.
"Fuck!" I whisper,as I go into panic mode.
I look back to Brandon who jumps to his feet.
"Ugh h-hold on" I yell back.

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