“You think he’s hot,” my brother spat, looking at me. I shrugged and sipped my soda. “And if I do,” I asked with a wide grin on my face. He sent a glare to me rubbed his face. “When you get hurt, do not cry to me,” he yelled and then walked away.
I doodled on my homework. I was distracted. I wanted my brother to be okay with the people I really liked. That wasn’t going to happen. After all, I did have a huge crush on someone who truly despised. Theo Raeken.