I hate her.

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When I woke up Justice has already left. That's nothing unusual because if our Dad sees her here we are in big trouble.

Marcus hasn't woke up yet. He looks so cute and hot when he's sleeping. His hair is falling perfectly into his face. His mouth is slightly open and his cheeks have light pink dust.

I get up and put on some new clothes. I should propably wake up Marcus. The fastest way to do that is with a glass of water. I walk into the bathroom and fill a glass. I go back into our room.

I let it flow slowly into his face until he moves. He opens his eyes and looks at me with a 'really' look. I have to laugh at his look. His wet hair looks so cute. I want to kiss him so bad right now.

"School lazy." I chuckle. "Thanks for waking me up so gently once more." He sais and sits up. Slowly he gets out of his bed and to his closet. And by slowly I mean slowlyyyyyy.

He's just about to take off his shirt when I relize that I'm staring at him. I get outside and start making lunch for us in the kitchen. Today is actually a pretty good day beacause our Mom doesn't have to work. That means Dad can't hurt us.

"I'll be there soon babe."
"I love you more babygirl." Marcus walks down the stairs. He's facetiming. I think I forgot to mention this: He has a girlfriend.

"Thanks for making lunch. See you at school." He sais and takes the lunch. Before I can say anything more he took his bag and left. I pack my stuff together, put on sunglasses because of my black eye and leave a few minutes after my brother.

When I arrive at the schoolyard the first thing I see is Marcus and Amanda, his girlfriend, kissing. Well kissing......they're making out heavily. He has her on his hips massaging her ass. Luckily Justice comes towards me and gets my attention.

"Hey" She sais. "Hii." I anwser and put on my fake smile. "Why the sunglasses?" She asks and kisses my cheek as everyday. As I said we have a friendship with more touching and cuddeling. So instead of hugging or doing a handshake to greet eachother we kiss eachothers cheek.

"To get no questions because of my black eye." I explain. "Can I see?" She ask and I take the sunglasses off. "My good Martinus." She sais and huggs me tight. "You have to tell someone about this." She sais concerned. I put the sunglasses back on again.

"Can we talk about something else?" I ask. "Okay. What is this between you and Marcus?" She asks. "As you can see nothing for him." I say disappointed and show her Marcus and Amanda. "But I was right yesterday. You feel more for him than just brotherlove." She sais carefully.

I nodd. "I hate her. He deserves better than her. He deserves someone like-" "You." Justice finishes my sentence. "No I meant you. Someone like you, Justice." I say sad. "Why that?" She asks shocked.

"You always care for everyone. You are cute and always find time for the people you love." I explain myself. Right when I finished the schoolbell rings.

"We don't have class together." I say sad as we stand infront of my calssroom. She nodds and kisses my cheek one last time.

School was okay. Well it's school. I walk home alone because Marcus and Amanda are still making out and maybe something more in the toilets. At home my Mom already waits for me.

"Why those sunglasses?" She asks right after greeting me. I take them off and show her my eye. "My god." She sais shocked. "Can I watch some TV?" I ask. She allows me to and I place myself on the couch. I put on some Netfilx and contionue watching Stranger Things 3.

After some time Marcus comes home with his girlfriend. Without greeting me or my Mom they run upstairs and lock the door. I just ignore them and watch my series. After some minutes we hear loud moaning. I try to focus on, how Eleven and Mike talk to Hopper.

After an eternity they stop and come downstairs. Marcus sais goodby and joins us in the livingroom. "What are you watching?" He asks. "Stranger things 3." I anweser shortly and move away a bit from him because he is sitting much too close in my oppinion.

We watch together until the door opens and Dad steps inside.

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