Incompatible (Dylan O'Brien)

III.

Chapter three. "

—How was your first day? —my brother asked me when I met him in the parking lot of the high school.

—It was fine, I guess. —I shrugged as we started walking on our way to the car. 

—So you're starting to like this place? —we arrived to the car and I took the copilot sit as always. I threw my bagpack into de back sit. 

—It's too soon to know that. The only thing I can tell you is that I'm not that annoyed about being here as I was this morning. That's it. —I saw him trying to hide a little smile from his face— How was your day?

—Cameron was kicked out of the class today —he laughed.

—What did he do? —I rolled my eyes, dont even surprise. 

—He painted a marijuana plant in the board table —he shook his head— That guy is crazy as hell.

—Do you know we're the outcome of the five people we spend the most time with?

—Yeah, sure. That's why you shouldn't be around my friends

—So neither do you —I accused him with a funny smile on my face.

(...)

Next day Zac and I were walking through the principal hall talking about random stuff when, all of a sudden, a different subject came around.

—Nash has a sister! —Zac spoke.

I blinked. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with that information. We were just talking about random stuff and suddenly, that.

—Okaaay —I hesitated.

—I mean —he played with his hair—, she's your age, so maybe you're sharing classes with her.

—Oh, really? —then I knew what he was talking about. We arrived to my brother's locker, while he was opening it, I continued talking— How does she look like?

—He told me she's blonde and tall and has really big eyebrows. I don't really remember her name —he shrugged. He took some books out of his locker and then he closed it more tightly than he needed to— But you should talk to her.

—I don't even know how she really looks like, and I don't even know how to start a real conversation, how am I supposed to...?

My brother cut me off.

—Stop being so negative. You're an amazing girl, okay?—he started talking, while putting my hair behind my ear— With a lot of talented skills, so you'll figure it out. Stop questioning yourself so much.

He didn't even let me talk after that. He just put a kiss on my forehead and leave to his next class, not before saying how much he loved me and wishing me luck for the rest of the day. I was really lucky for having a big brother like him. He had always been so supportive.

I started walking to my locker, resignedly. But then, that guy again... The Pain In The Ass O'Brien. I saw him, and he saw me seeing him. I tried to walk faster looking right at the ground. And it almost felt like I went through that part of the hall without having to talk to him, I was feeling the relief... I opened my locker, I took my books and closed it... Just when...