My Brothers Possessive Best Friend 3

Sitting on the sitting on the front steps I waited for Blake to come out. He was my lift home, and also 45 minutes late. I’d tried calling him 3 times and sent him 5 texts telling him I’m waiting and one saying that I was going to die a painful death unless he came and took me home straight away. Exaderation a little maybe but hey, I want to go home! With my notebook on my lap, carelessly doodling away my thoughts for the billionth time today drifted back to lunch with Logan.

You’re mine Lace. No one else’s.

What is that even supposed to me for god’s sake!? I hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day. Missing out on my opportunity to question him about it. But knowing him he’d just give that stupid ass smirk that makes me go all girly.

Stupid ass smirk.

But seriously! Surely he couldn’t mean that in the way I was so dearly hoping he was!? I was the best friend’s sister. Plus, his best friend, my brother, would kill him for even looking at me like that! Obviously not literally, but whatever he did do done the job of making sure they never even walked on the same corridor as me ever again. Come to think of it. Logan helped with that the majority of the time! Okay, I should stress that I’m not a slag. I’m still a virgin actually. But hey, if a girls got it.

None the less, should I confront him? Or just brush it off like I do with near enough everything else. Maybe I should. I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it over the years. Just keeping to myself as best as I could. But ... but .... but it’s Logan. Could I brush him off? If anything I would much rather brush him on me.

Ming out of the gutter Lacey! Serious matters at hand here.

What would he see in me anyway? I’m not like his previous girlfriends. I don’t show my body off for the whole world to see. I don’t go on ridiculous diets. Okay so my diet is ridiculous but for the completely different reason. I don’t laugh so highly that it could shatter glass and then drape myself over him when he’s clearly in the middle of doing something. All my life consists of is school, my guitar and my singing, training like a mad man ... or women rather, and food! Lots and lots of food. He wouldn’t want me to ‘ be his’.

“Hey you’re still here? Would have thought you would have got pissed and started walking home.” Lifting my head from the notebook I saw Blake standing there with a certain smile I recognised as the, ‘I just got some’, smile. Glaring at him I gathered my things and stood.

“Shut up and drive me home you walking STD.”

“Ouch! What’s got your panties in a twist?” We walked to the car together and Blake slung his arm around my shoulder. In a rough outline to describe our relationship as brother and sister, well, we get pissed at each other, it’s only natural to have sibling troubles, but we never shouted or bellowed or got angry with each other. With the tempers that we had it was just an agreement we both came to.

“I’ve got a headache and I just want to get home instead of waiting around for you to bust a nut in some girl you’ve only just met.” He laughed and kissed my head whilst rubbing my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine just please don’t do it again.”

“Yeah okay- wait. How did you now I’ve only just meet her?” We reached his car and I waited till we got instead till I answered him.

“You were meant to practise with Logan at lunch today.” Speaking about Logan and lunch gave me a shiver of remembering what happened.

“Shit! I totally forgot!”

“You know you can be a real dick sometimes. You need to think about others.”

“Yes mother.”

“How would you know?” I teased. We both laughed at our personal joke.

I should really explain shouldn’t I?

Well, in a nut shell I lived with my brother and Father and that was it. My mother did a runner a couple days after me and Blake was born. Didn’t look back once according to dad. Don’t get me wrong, growing up without her was hard but after a while it was just like, you didn’t want us? Cool, we’ll be just fine without you. There’s only so much hatred someone can hold onto without splitting right?

“It’s your turn to pick.” Blake said as he chucked the case of all the cd’s. Flipping through I immediately put one of my favourite Linkin Park cd’s in and turning the volume dial all the way round.

It was a twenty minute journey till we reached the drive and Blake turned the music down. “You want to train today?” The whole training thing started when we hit about 14, and we’re 18 now. Our father got all weird just constantly uttering that, ‘we needed to be able to protect ourselves’. At first it was a drag but he backed off a little when he noticed that when he just left me and Blake to it, we actually kind of enjoyed it. Brother and sister bonding I guess.

“Sure. I didn’t do anything yesterday.” Walking through the front door I headed straight for my room and put some sweats and an old baggy band top that my Father had given me a couple years ago.

The only thing that was special in my room was my wall that was covered, floor to ceiling, in photos starting from when me, Blake and Logan were able to walk all the way up to when Blake and Logan and won the basketball session last year. There was still some room for a couple years. The rest was painted a very dark purple with fairy lights all over the ceiling and the frame of my bed.

There was a knock at my door and I shouted out to Blake to enter. “He’s not in. Basement or run?” Blake and Father had never really seen eye to eye. In fact, if it weren’t for me stopping them every time it got too much, they both would have killed each other by now easily.

“Basement then run.”

“Sweet.”

Running down to the basement where Father had spent more than needed on a home gym we both made good use of everything in there. Using each piece of equipment till it hurt to move. Then we headed up stairs, got a drink of water, stretched, and headed out the door for a run.

“Right.” Blake said with one ear phone already in his ear, just like me. “From here to school, round the track four times and then back here. Stop and stretch again when we get to the track. Sound good?” I nodded and shoved the earphone in before setting off in front of Blake. I’d taken my baggy top off and replaced it with a sports bra. I couldn’t wear anything else when I was running, Otherwise I would end up getting annoyed when the fabric moved too much.

Feeling my lungs pounding against my ribs and my feet hitting the floor was an exhilarating feeling for me. I personally didn’t think I’d ever feel anything better than it. When the schools sign came into view I noticed Blake come into view, challenging me. We both looked at each other with the same grin before setting our legs into motion at the same time, sprinting towards school. And obviously, I won. By mere seconds but still, I won bitches.

“Wahey! Showing who’s the real Kelly of the house.” I smirk at Blake as heaved with his hands on his knees. “Well, don’t you wish you didn’t participate in a certain activity earlier that would of given you more energy now.” I laughed.

“Activities.” He corrected, making me cringe slightly. “And hell no, worth every minute.” We helped each other stretch before heading towards the track. Running around it four times didn’t take too long and before I knew it I was sprinting as fast as I could, in competition with Blake, on our way home.

Lacey Kelly always wins baby.

Busting through the door laughing and joking about with Blake we both noticed that Father was still not back and it was nearly ten at night, but nothing was said. We were more than used to not seeing that man for days on end.

“Go get showered and I’ll cook some chicken teriyaki stir fry.” My mouth was already watering at his offering.

My mother, where ever she is, may not love us and my Father may have higher priorities such as his little mistress that he thought that we knew nothing about, but I didn’t care.  As long as I had Blake and Logan I was fine.

Logan...

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I know Logan wasn't in this chapter but I wanted to get across the type of relationship that Lacey and Blake have and a rough idea as to what home life is for her. I hope you enjoy and all that shizzle!!

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