Under the covers

16 year old Angel thought that her life was a normal one, an average one, but then her brother came along and opened her up to a world full of lust, passion, love and friendship.

17 year old Teddy always loved his sister, but then one fateful summers day, every changed and nothing would ever be the same between them again.

There are NO sex scenes in this novel, however it is implied through various chapters, due to this, NO under 16's should read this novel. Thank you.


2. School time.

Angel's POV "See you tonight." My mouth was right up against Teddy's ear, as I whispered in a seductive tone. I nibbled on his ear for a second or two then pulled away and opened his car door, as I felt the temperature rise and his breath shorten. Well really, it wasour car. It's ironic; our parents bought it for both of us to share because they lacked the money to buy us each a vehicle, and now we would never ride separately anyways. I ran my hand through my curly coffee brown hair and stepped out of the car into our school's parking lot. From this point, until I stepped back into the car, I wouldn't speak to my brother, or even glance in his direction, once. It was like a knife to the chest. I loved him with all my heart, yet I wasn't allowed to admit it. Once I reached the building I easily found my equally beautiful and shallow friends. Not any of them knew my secret. I guess it's just one of the drawbacks of being one of the 'popular' girls, can't trust any of them. That, and they'd probably tell me it's wrong. We strode down the halls in our tight-knit group, talking about our problems, how mean the teachers were, and how hideous that outfit/person looked. "Ewwww do you see what Sarah is wearing?! That top does not match that skirt!" Amanda nearly shouted. There was a look of pure disgust on her face.  "Ugh, I don't understand why John Halimund won't ask me out. I'm prettier than that goth chick he's with now! Are my boobs too small?" Christina asked, pushing her breasts up with her hands. Everyone laughed and told her that no, her boobs were perfect sized. John must be some sick pervert who likes cutters we said. We always said the word with so much disgust. Anyone who cuts themselves obviously needs to be put in a straight jacket. "Ang," one of the girls sighed, looking at my older brother, talking with his popular and equally stunning counterparts. " your brother is like, so hot! You should totally introduce me to him! I think he must be lonely, all that time without a girlfriend." she commented in a flirtatious tone, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. I watched my brother, my lover, my soulmate, grin and laugh, watched him wave his hands around like a maniac. God, he was so gorgeous. This girl had no chance. He's mine, skank. "Ang, are you okay?" Our crew came to a halt and everyone's eyes landed on me. "Um, yeah. My brother isn't looking for a girlfriend right now, that's what his hand's for!" I replied back with a fake, high-pitched giggle. They all laughed at my joke, though the blonde with long tan legs and big boobs, the one that asked, looked disappointed.  "Or maybe she was busy fantasizing about Brad!" One of the girls announced, pointing towards a group of lockers down the hall where he stood, his arms around a girls waist. It was probably Marsha; the biggest loudmouth of the group. "Oh he's just so sexy." I swear she almost moaned at the end of the sentence. "I don't know how you rejected him Ang. And now he's with that ***** Ashley!" Her nose scrunched up as if she could smell an imaginary odor resonating from Ashley, who was now locking lips with Brad. "I've got to get to class." I said in an exasperated tone. I was sick of hearing about Brad. He was an ***. He considered everyone beneath him and didn't hesitate to let it be known. But in my presence it was like his attitude went south for the winter, like I somehow brought out a more gentle side of him. Maybe it was because I was a challenge. The trophy he couldn't acquire. Really, he was attractive, in a sense. He had curly brown reddish hair, with sparkling blue eyes and perfect teeth. Captain of the football and track teams, and an honor student. Yes, Mr. Perfect was definitely in my league, and, had I not been totally smitten for Theodor, a potential suitor.  I walked past him on the way to my class, glancing at him through the corner of my eye. I bit into my cherry red lipstick covered lips and sped up my pace. I hardly noticed where I was going and I collided with the principle of our school, Mrs. Schwamp, and we both tumbled to the ground. I stumbled up and crouched down to receive my items. I rose back up to find Mrs. Schwamp's bespectacled hazel eyes piercing into me like daggers.  "You, young miss, have detention."

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