Triplets

Harry

"Hey, Harry?"

I turned to my right to see Saylor Harper, the most popular girl in the 12th grade. And the girl who likes me.

I didn't even know what popular girls liked in me. Yeah, I was on the basketball team, but I was also a chill type of guy who liked o be left alone. The popular brother of moth Marcel and I, was Edward.

God damn, I hated him. Him and his mates had put a tattoo of a cross on my wrist. I don't know why or when, but I knew it was them.

"Yes, Saylor?" I asked as I aced her.

"Your brother over there," she motioned to Marcel in the front. "He's bothers me."

"How so?" I question, confused mainly because Marcel's normally too concentrated on starting the lesson for the day early.

"He's a nerd."

I sighed I shook my head as I resumed to assemble my materials for class.