A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

To Win A Bet You Make A Wager

Bree's POV

"You did what? " I exclaimed exasperated. "Why in heaven's name would you even do something so down right idiotic. Did you get some weird std that dissolved your brain?"

"Shit! Don't you think I know that it was stupid? ", he yelled in my face.

Apparently he really did contract some strange, brain deteriorating disease cause he clearly forgot who he was talking to. I punched him hard in the gut causing him to keel over.

"Watch your tone you little shit face," I threathened brushing my clothes off as he writhed in pain. Children need to learn to respect their elders. "So what do you expect me of all people to do for your situation?"

"Well," he started finally sitting up from his hunched over position on the floor. "Everyone at school is talking about how he has a thing for you. Can't you wave that fine waste of ass you have in front of him and beg him to forgive me?"

"Hell fudging-no," I screeched,  "I hate his guts! " I stomped childishly.

In case you're wondering what we're discussing,  my pompous, waste of air of a jackass brother had a less than romantic fling with Kelly Michaels and somehow a rumor got around about it. Now I don't need to tell you that Kelly is a certain heartthrob Michaels step-sister and regardless of them not being blood related she is the forbidden fruit of the school. Well regardless of her being a massive skank. Not judging, promise. Somehow Mark is convinced that Ian is going to kill him and no surprise, he wants to pimp out his innocent older sister.

"Come on, please Bree, please!" he pleaded giving me what I call 'the face' which I can never refuse.

"Fine!" I grunted in surrender. "But you're going to have to meet my demands."

"Yes!" he  cheered fist pumping.

"Stop that dweeb," I ordered slapping him across the head. It was infuriating to see that he was so ecstatic  about making me a sacrificial lamb. "You won't be so hyper when you hear what I have in store for you," I grinned mischievously.

Ian's P.O.V

Marques. I thought the name with complete disgust. Who the hell did he think he was, laying a hand on my little Princess. Okay, we may not be blood related but Kelly is my precious little sister and I screen all the guys she dates and when they cross the line I kick their asses because that's what a big brother does right? To think the little punk got pass my surveillance. To make matters worse he just used her for sex and then was on to the next slut treating her like the other skanks at this school. Yeah I know I'm being a hypocrite but I don't care, I always wanted Kelly to grow up differently to other girls, to be treasured and loved the way I would that one special girl. I gritted my teeth as I waited at the school's entrance for the unsuspecting idiot who screwed over my little sister.  I glance sideways at her studying her features, normally she was really nervous when I was about to confront one of her boyfriends but she just looked completely at ease picking aimlessly at her nails likemy rage was kitty furry or some f*ck.

"What?" she asked rudely when she caught me staring at her.

"Watch your tone," I growled letting the irritation I was feeling seep into the words.

"Yeah, yeah!" she replied dismissively returning to her nails.

Suddenly an oddly familiar looking car pulls up and parks five parking spaces down from where I'm seated. A reasonably ok looking preteen hops out of the passenger side and I notice the way Kelly has tensed up. She doesn't want me to realise that she's noticed him but her stance is screaming uncomfortable. So that's the little shithead. I push up off the ground from my position and strode meaningfully in his direction with the most menancing glare I could muster. I was definitely going to dismantle the little asshole but I wanted him to feel the inpending doom before I ripped him to shreds. Kelly quickly fell in to step behind me, she was literally running to catch up. Before I could reach him though she ran past me and into his arms. Was she trying to get him killed? Or did she really just want to get me placed behind bars so she could finally be free of my over-protectiveness.