Her delinquent (Editing)

Chap -5 Cute

The way he was talking about his brother made me nervous. How long am I going to be here for? Will I even be able to handle him? I decide it's time I meet this little brother of his. 

"let's go meet my brother," he says. He directs me to the staircase, with way too many steps. The first door on the right is his brother's. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he spun around to face me. He gets so close to me I can see the light dusting of freckles on his nose. 

"Don't disappoint me. with this," he says with hope in his eyes. While still facing me he knocks on the door.

"What's the password? "a little voice shouts from inside the room. What password? 

"Bros before hoe's," Mason says without hesitation. I let out an ugly snort. Mason turns around and winks at me. How does a seven-year-old know what a hoe is? I didn't even know what a hoe was until I was like fourteen. I bet Mason is teaching him these things. 

"Mason?" his little brother shouts happily. 

"Yes it's me, I brought a girl, I'd like you to meet her," Mason says with a grin. 

All these different emotions coming from Mason are giving me whiplash. On-campus he always has a frown or a scowl on his face. But when we're alone he's nothing from sly grins and sexy smirks. 

"Is she hot? "The voice asked. I gasped at the question. I have never heard a seven-year-old talk like this. 

"She is hot," he replied while smirking at me. My jaw drops. I quickly close It so I don't look like an idiot. Mason Tiffin Just called me hot. What on earth is happening. 

The door opens and a pair of big doe green eyes peek out through the corner of the door. He looks like a miniature version of Mason, his hair color and eyes are different but other than that they look incredibly alike. I could already tell he is going to be a heartbreaker when he gets older. 

"She's hot dude." His little brother says with a smirk exactly like Masons. I can't believe a seven-year-old just called me hot.  I reach out my hand to introduce myself. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses it. Oh my gosh. I can't believe this is happening right now. He gives me a cheeky little smile and flashes his dimples. I wonder if Mason has dimples?

"Hi I'm Nicholas, but you can call me Nick," he says with a wink. I look up at Mason to see he is proudly staring down at Nick. Yup, he definitely taught his little brother all of this. Nick quickly grabs my hand and drags me into his bedroom. I look around and notice his room is about three times bigger than mine. It's painted light blue with a huge bed right in the middle. The majority of the room is decorated with everything relating to superheroes. At least that's one thing that makes sense for his age. 

"What's your name?" he turns around and asks me. 

"I'm Theresa," I say with a smile. Nick walks over to his bed and plops down on it. He pats the spot next to him, I look at Mason who is leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He shakes his head yes, telling me I should go over and sit with Nick. 

"Whom do you like more, Superman or Thor?" He nervously asks. I look around the room to see the majority of his figurines are Thor from all the movies. 

"Duh, It's Thor. He's the God of Thunder, and the strongest superhero." I reply with a smile on my face. 

"See Mason, everyone doesn't think that Superman is the best. Tessi said that Thor is the most powerful." Nick says with a smug smile. 

"Mason don't tell me you like Superman. He may be powerful and handsome but nobody can beat Thor." I say to Mason while frowning at him about his choice of a superhero. As I was talking about Thor, Nick was nodding with me.

"Okay okay, you both won because you both ganged up on me." He says playfully frowning at Nick and me. I can't help but giggle. 

"Massy she really is beautiful," Nick says to Mason, I guess he calls him Massy. How cute. 

"Yes, she is beautiful," Mason says. They both stare at me with genuine smiles. This weird feeling starts to form in the pit of my stomach when Mason looks at me like that.

"What do you want to do now Nick?"I ask, hoping they would change the subject. I've never been called beautiful so many times in one day. I know I'm full-on blushing now with a tomato-red face.

They both start suggesting things to do, Nick wants to watch a movie and Mason wants to play Twister for some reason. I hate twister so I agree to the movie. Mason instantly frowns when I agree to the movie, but I can tell he's just being stupid. Nick jumps off the bed and runs out of the room, zooming down the stairs like a maniac. Mason chases after him, screaming that he's gonna catch him. I follow behind quickly so I won't get lost in this huge house. I follow them to what I think is the basement, but when I get down there I realize it's a theater room. The walls are painted maroon, and there's at least seven black leather recliner chairs. Movie posters line the walls and there's even a popcorn machine. There's a giant black screen, it's not big enough to be a movie theater screen, but it's bigger than any other tv I've ever seen. 

Nick and Mason are already sitting, so I take the seat next to Mason. Nick climbs over Mason and sits on my lap. After arguing for a few minutes we decide on Lion king. About twenty minutes into the movie Nick lays his head on my chest and cuddles into me. Mason rests his arm on the back of my recliner. I can't for the life of me understand why any nanny would not be able to get along with Nick, he's an angel. 

 I turn my head to look at Mason to see he's already staring at me with a small smile. I return the smile and look back to the screen. A few minutes later I begin to hear little snores from Nick. Mason lightly lifts Nick off of my lap and carries him up to his room. I silently trail behind. Once we reach his room Mason lays Nick down on the bed and tucks him in. Mason may be a jerk sometimes but boy is he a good brother. 

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