1. My Girlfriend's Brother

Sky.

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Sky: hey wssp?

Loren: Hey Babe <3 Nm, hbu?

Sky: i'm bored wyd?

Loren: Txting u :p

Sky: I-

Loren: lol

Sky: ..netflix n chill?

Loren: U should come over and we'll see

Sky: bITch

Loren: AssHoLE

Sky: be right there

Loren: c u soon bby

I turn off my phone and look in the mirror. I run my fingers through my long blonde hair. It reaches just a little above my chin now. My mother keeps telling me to get a haircut and saying I'm starting to look like a girl or something. I don't give a fuck. I can't be bothered. And the girls seem to like it so who cares? The rest of my face is.. slightly disappointing. I'm not ugly.. but I'm not attractive either. I have light skin and narrow-ish light blue eyes. My body is.. highly disappointing. Kinda scrawny, not that anyone ever says that. I've found that most people don't care what you look like as long as you're an asshole. That's attractive to most people. I guess people are masochists.

One girl definitely is: Loren. My 'girlfriend'. I never gave her that title. We went on one date (where she decided to give me head) and after that she started calling me 'boyfriend' and 'babe'. And worst of all: 'Oliver' I got really mad the first time she called me that. I told her I'd break up with her if she ever called me that again. Seems to have worked. It's been a month since then and I haven't heard it again. I hate my first name. That's why everyone calls me Sky.

It's summer break now. It's the last week. Next week school starts again and I don't even wanna think about that. I hate school. Not because I hate learning or the people there. Believe it or not, I'm pretty good at learning and everyone at school likes me. The reason I hate school is because in school the teachers think they own you. They think they're above you and you just need to bow down to them and do everything they say. Well fuck no. The last time I listened to what a teacher said.. I shake my head and refuse to think about it. That was long ago. That was a different me.

I put on my graphic black hoodie, black pants, white sneakers, a silver chain necklace and a bunch of silver rings. When I'm done getting ready I grab my keys and leave the apartment.

I pull up to the white mansion where Loren lives. I get out of the car and walk the long path through the massive lush green garden. When I reach the doorstep of the house I ring the bell. After a while of waiting I lean my hand against the door frame. I tap my foot impatiently. Damn, I'm horny. Why is she taking so long? A while later the door swings open. To my surprise it's not Loren, it's her brother, Chase.

"Hey, Chase."

"Hi." He smiles sheepishly, exposing his braces.

I don't know why but this guy always seems scared of me. I walk into the house.

"Your sister home?" I look around. I can never get used to how big this place is.

"Um, no. She just went out to help mom. Our mother just had another appointment and.. it went wrong again."

If you're wondering what this is about, Loren's mom is so rich (occupation: trophy wife) that when she's bored she spends her money on Botox and other stupid shit to fuck up her face more than it already is. That said, she's still fucking hot. The entire Chambers family is. One of the many reasons I come here.

"Well, fuck." I'm pissed.

"Oh, she told me to tell you that she'll be back soon and that you should—"

I pull up an eyebrow. Nobody tells me what I should.

"Could wait for her.."

I narrow my eyes.

"Maybe." He adds. He's looking at me with his big, scared, deep blue eyes. "Would you like a drink, maybe?" He changes the subject.

I sigh. "Anything with alcohol." I walk to the living room.

"But.. I thought you were sixteen. It's illegal for—"

I shoot him a glare.

He quickly speed-walks into he kitchen.

I sit down on a fluffy chair. Dammit. Why can't anything ever work out how I want it to? I'm once again pissed at Loren and contemplating breaking up with her. It's not like I actually like her anyway. She's just my side project. Like everyone always is.

"Is this okay?" Chase hands me a beer.

I nod at him.

I bite the lid of the bottle to open it up.

"Oh, wait" Chase pulls a bottle opener out of his pocket. His hand overlaps mine as he holds the beer bottle with one hand and opens it with the other one. I feel blood rushing to my lower region just from that simple touch. Christ. I've reached a new level. He puts the bottle opener and the lid in his pocket and sits down on the chair across from me. I try to calm down.

"You've gotten taller." I notice.

Not just taller, hotter too. I always thought he lacked the extreme beauty gene in this family but it seems to be coming in now. It's funny how different he looks to his sister. Loren has stick straight blonde hair with deep blue eyes and he has long brown hair (tik tok style with a part down the middle), same blue eyes and his skin seems to tan easily. He's wearing a thick black hoodie with some gray sweat shorts and white socks. Nothing special, though all the layers make me wonder what he looks like underneath..

"Yeah.. I'm fourteen so I'll be going to high school this year. I'm really excited about it but I just don't know exactly what I should expect and if kids are going to be nice to me or not..." Seconds later he's talking non-stop. Must be a nerve thing. I take a big sip of my beer and rest my chin on my hand. He's just talking and talking on end.

I find myself observing him. He continues rambling. "And I guess I'm pretty nervous cause there'll be all kinds of big kids and.."

Goddamn. He's so gay. One hundred percent. He just screams gay. The way he sits, the way his eyes linger.. on.. me. What the fuck. Is he into me? I narrow my eyes. Let's test it.

"I just hope people will be nice to me but—"

"Don't worry about it. You'll already know me and Loren, of course. And I'll protect you. No one will lay a finger on you, I promise." I fake a smile. A blush emerges on his face and he looks down at his hands.

For fucks sake. I try to hide a smirk. I can't resist this.

"You know, I was just thinking. I've been here many times but I've never seen your room—"

"Would you want to see it?" He asks eagerly.

Jesus Christ. At this point he's just begging me to fuck him. "I'd love to."

He opens the door to his room and to my surprise it's not completely pink— It's white. We walk into the room. It's covered in Polaroids and memorabilia. I roll my eyes.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Totally, it's really cool." I lie.

I turn around and look at Chase. I walk closer to him until he's leaning against the wall next to the door. I close the door with a loud bang. The sound startles him. I keep my hand on the door, next to his face. I look at him from head to toe.

"I guess you'll do."

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~Note

Some clarifications: The age of consent in California (where they live) is 18. They're both under the age of consent and even if they weren't, you can't call it rape because there's this thing called 'Romeo and Juliet laws' that means there can be a (depending on the state) 4 year age gap if both people are at least teenagers. Also, this was consensual. Nobody forced anyone to do anything. Sky's a jerk, but he's not a rapist.

I said he was an asshole. I called him ruthless.. What did you expect?

Some of the readers in the last chapter said they were close to dropping the story at some point but are happy they didn't.. so stick it out, guys. You might be surprised :3

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