Absolutely, Positively, No Harry's Allowed// H.S

Chapter 4

Memphis's POV

Seriously, he's in my fucking class?

How much worse could my luck get? It's not enough that he lives across the street, but now he's sitting in the desk a couple places over from me too?

And God, he smells so good. When he sat down, a breeze carried over his aftershave, and it took everything I had to keep my mouth from watering. When our eyes met, I couldn't stop the surprise and attraction that I know was cracking through my irises. I had only ever seen him from across the street, never this close up.

Never have I had this kind of problem with a guy before. Do I find some of them hot? Of course. But never so hot that my brain fucking short circuits and I lose my train of thought. Especially with a guy that I've had no kind of communication with either. I've only seen him a handful of times, and words have never been spoken. Just smoldering looks that I'm not even going to try to understand right now. Im not sure I could even if I did try.

I do my best to put my poker face back on, learning at a young age from my brothers how important that is. Don't ever let your emotions show, don't ever let people know what you're really thinking.

I turn my attention back to Dickson, trying my best to pretend I didn't just cut off my sentence, mid speech. "Either way, I don't want to go. So I don't see why I have to."

But Dick's not looking at me, he's looking at Harry too. I can tell by his gaze that he's analyzing him, and he's not controlling his features either, letting Harry know exactly how he's looking at him.

Finally, he looks away and puts his attention back on me. "You know how Knox is, where one of us goes, we all go."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but its a freaking high school party. Who really cares about us looking like a family unit in front of a bunch of drunk and horny teenagers?"

Dickson chuckles. "I know, I'm just telling you what he said. Which is that were all going to be there, except for Bristol. And that's probably only because Gram wouldn't let him go. I don't mind the horny teenage girls too much though." He leans back in his desk and rubs over his abs appreciatively, winking at me.

I lean across the space between us and smack him on the back of his head, not able to hold back the small smile on my face when he lets out his boyish chuckle.

Dickson and I are the closest out of all my siblings, and not just because he's my twin. Dickson and Knox butt head often, and mostly over me. Knox tries to dictate everything we all do, and when I stick up for myself ad we start fighting, Dickson always takes my side. Bristol and Nash are younger, and both want to be just like Knox. They think he's the biggest badass they'll ever meet, and follow his rules for us like they're an actual law.

    Not D and I. We go along with things a lot of the time just to save us from a fight, but if we're against something bad enough, we'll fight him tooth and nail over it.

    Knox would never admit it, but I think he's jealous over the relationship between me and my twin, he wished we felt that way about everyone else. It's not that I don't love my brothers equally, because I do, but I just have different relationships with them.

    I owe Knox my life though, and I do my best to remember that on the days that he makes life feel miserable with his need to control everything. He's been raising all of us since I can remember, even though he's only a year older than me and Dickson. My gram is an RN, and she had to work as much as she could to feed the five grandkids she had custody of, that she never expected to be her responsibility. We weren't rich by any means, but not poor either, though some months we did struggle.