They seem like they're more trouble than they're worth, but that's not true. If you have an older brother, you know what I'm talking about. They annoy the hell out of you but they are always by your side if you need them. And you'd be there for them too.


1. Chapter 1

"Get up," I said to my brother, trying my not-so-hardest to wake him up; I was still trying to wake myself up. He ignored me, trying to go back to sleep. "Jack..." I groaned. "Move your ass." I shoved him and he groaned. He rolled towards the edge of his bed and shoved me back, causing me to fall backward onto the floor. "Hey jackass," I snapped. "I know, it's Monday. I want to go to school as much as you do, but we can't really miss our first day today." He finally opened my eyes and looked  at me.

"Shit," he said, sitting up. He stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

I was still sitting on the floor, so I had to stretch to look at his alarm clock. "Seven in the morning."

"Fun..." he muttered and got up. He grabbed my hand and hauled me off the floor. I stood there, making sure he didn't go back to bed.

"You know," he said, "unless you want to see me naked, I suggest you leave." He gestured to the door and I walked over to it. He started digging through his dresser.

I opened the door wide enough for me to squeeze through and looked at him with my still sleepy eyes. "Honestly, I've seen your naked ass before, so I don't really care." He rolled his eyes. "At least you're not mooning the entire street by pressing your butt up against the window." He smirked and I shut the door. Our parents were still sleeping like they always do. Dad works nights, but mom just sleeps a lot. I walk into my room and brushed my hair, threw on a gray and red football sweatshirt and jeans, and slipped on my gray vans. and The I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs to see Jack feeding the dogs, all ready for school. I grabbed two blueberry muffins out of the pantry and gave one to Jack. We usually have silent mornings. It's not the bad kind of silence; it's comfortable and mostly because we're still tired. He grabbed the keys to his Ford F-250 Super Duty and walked outside. His truck was gorgeous; Silver, diesel, lift kit, and just completely badass. Our new neighborhood was also beautiful and was kind of like a housing development. I climbed into the truck and closed my eyes. I was so tired.

"Jack," I said taking a bite out of my muffin.

"Sydney," he replied.

"You know where the school is, right?"

"Yes I do," he replied, backing out of the driveway.

"Okay good," I smiled a little bit. Jack's my favorite.

Jack is my older brother. He's sixteen and I'm fourteen. He's been my best friend all my life. Our parents can't be there all the time for us because of work, but Jack has taken care of me for as long as I can remember. We just moved from our house in Los Angeles to Sydney. We don't really know why we moved, but we really haven't asked because it was so emotionally exhausting. We have two dogs, a rottweiler named Roc and a boxer named Ajax. There's not much to say about me other than the fact that my stomach is doing flips. The biggest reason I didn't want to move was because I didn't want to meet new people. I've never been that great at socializing and meeting people. Jack has always been a constant friend in my life so I always was with him.

"You'll be fine," Jack said. He was always able to tell what I was thinking.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"I'm positive. Just hang out with me as much as you can today. You can meet new people with me." He turned and gave me a reassuring look and I smiled.

"Thanks," I replied. He pulled into the student parking lot and we climbed out. We walked into school, side by side and got weird glances from people. Like they've never seen a new student before. There were the stereotypical groups of people everywhere: The populars, the jocks, the nerds (I would fit into that group easily), the “emos” (though I hate that term), and then there were the few people scattered about that are the social castaways; I would’ve probably ended up as a castaway if it wasn’t for Jack. I lowered my head and continued to walk inside with Jack. He’s not shy like I am; he’s more confident in himself. We walked into the office and the secretary gave us our schedules for class. Jack and I had almost nothing together. The only classes we had with each other were music, English, and history. Thank god he’s in my English class. I wouldn’t survive public speaking without him. We got our locker numbers and went to them. His was across the hall from mine. I opened my locker up and threw my bag in, only taking out my math notebook since it was my first class.

Then I made the biggest mistake of my life.

The jocks were walking by, laughing and shoving each other and I made eye contact with one of them. All I could see was his deep, dark blue eyes. I quickly looked away, though I could still feel his eyes on me. I closed my locker and walked over to Jack as a distraction. I closed my eyes to get ahold of myself.

Get it together. It’s the first day of school. You can’t fuck this up now.

I looked over at Jack and he gave me an off kind of look. I gave it right back to him and he shook his head. He closed his locker and walked with me towards the math room.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly.

“Anxiety mostly,” I replied. “New school, new people, you get it.”

“You’ll be alright. If you need anything, I’m here,” he said. He gave me a hug and I walked into the classroom. There were a few people already in there, but not many. I took a seat in the very back corner closest to the window.

Then three of the jocks and four of the populars came in.

And they sat right fucking next to me.

I turned and looked out the window, looking out at the view. It was very beautiful. This school was truly impressive. At least the view was.

“Alright class,” yelled the teacher, causing everyone’s heads to snap in that direction. “Welcome back,” she looked directly at me and smiled. “We have a new student joining us this year! Welcome in Sydney Parker!”

Oh Fuck, I thought. I could feel my face heating up and turning red. Some of the classmates scoffed or snickered at my name. Sydney lives in Sydney; how funny.

“Sydney, could you stand up and tell us a little bit about yourself?” The teacher asked.

I thought they stopped doing this in primary school...

I stood up and looked around. I leaned on my desk and ran my hand through my hair. “Hi…” I said, “I’m Sydney, and I moved here from the U.S.” I looked down next to me and saw that same guy from before, but I noticed his whole face this time.

I began to get anxious and sat back down quickly. I let my hair fall in front of my face and looked back out the window.

You know that feeling where you get embarrassed and you just really hope something kills you right then and there? That’s how I was feeling. I Just really hope this day will be over sooner than I think.

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