Andy, Brady, Carson, Dick, Evan, Fletcher, Gerald, Homer, Iaasac.
My teachers, mentors, trainers, parents and only friends all rolled into leather jackets and beaf jearky. My brothers.
I'm Jex. My dad left after Dick was born, my mom left after I was born. Neither of them wanted kids. So when my mom got fed up, she grabbed a couple twenties and took the car and is probably married to some doctor who is twice her age and doesn't know we exist. Awesome. I don't even remember her but Carson says I would hate her.
I am six foot four. Long raven hair. Buff and don't give a crap about what you say. I'll sock you anyway. My brothers are super overprotective so, no, I have never had a boy friend. They all run scared. And everyone is just to small. A lot like this town.
I can't wait to leave this little town with my hole in the wall waitress job and prissy spoiled school girls, who giggle way too much. I mean seriously, how funny can some rumor be? Don't you have so plastic surgery or mani-pedi appoint too get too instead if getting your rich perfect little nose in everyone's business. Haven't you heard that karma's a jerk? What comes around goes around? I hope it bites you in your little double zero butt!
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I Ain't Your Doll
General FictionDon't ever call Jex "doll". Not if you are particularly fond of your life. Jex was raised the youngest of 9 brothers. In a lot of cases, the youngest are the worst. Because the older ones pass there knowledge down. This wasn't any different. The big...
