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My Brothers Bestfriend.


My Brothers Bestfriend

Kasey's P.O.V

My alarm clock goes off and I hit snooze for another five minutes.

Don’t you hate that feeling you get as soon as you wake up on a school morning? It’s like the helpless fact of knowing you have school, but also knowing you can’t afford a day off, leaving ditching a no-go.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Kasey Bishop and I live in Orange County, California. I’m sixteen years old, attending school as a junior.

I truly believe that without my bestfriend Stefanie Elliot that I’d be no one. She’s like a sister to me, and we’re the closest friends can be.

I don’t like my parents. I have no respect for my mom, and maybe the tiniest for my dad. They work constantly, is what they tell us. Apparently, when they’re away, they’re on business trips. Who knows? They’re probably in Hawaii, or Australia or something.

Many people would think this upsets me. Not really. As I said already, I don’t like them, they don’t like me. Just like we also don’t need each other. I have all I need, my big brother Jacob.

Jacob is a typical American teenage boy. Football, mates, parties and girls. But I still love him, because he’s always been there for me, always the one looking out for me. He’s like Stef, without him, I don’t know what I’d do.

So I’m not the most popular or prettiest, but I have everyone and everything I need. Maybe excluding Caleb. We’ll get to him later, though.

My alarm clock buzzes again and I sigh, reluctantly getting up for school.

Showering for a long fourteen minutes, I later hope out and dress in something casual: skinny jeans with a tank. The way to go.

There’s a knock on my door.

"Come in!"

Since when does Jake knock?

“Kace, your brother sent me up here to tell you to hurry up.” Smirking, he continues. “Unless you want to walk?”

Ah, there’s Caleb. I guess we reached him faster than I thought. So he’s my brother’s bestfriend. I’ve known him for years, and liked him for quite a few now, too.

"I didn't know you stayed last night." I’m shocked at how casually he entered my room. He hasn’t really been up here since we were kids.

"Regretting the fun we could have had?"

What a joke. And a tease.

“No. Now get out. And stop calling me Kace.” Just because I’m crushing on him, doesn’t mean I’m immune to his annoying actions and self-centered ways. He’s still a heart breaker. A jerk.

Caleb laughs and walks out my room, slamming my door.

Do you see what I mean?  

“Kasey!” Jacob yells up the stairs. “Hurry the hell up!”

I grab my bag, throwing in my phone and ipod before running down stairs.

"Shot gun!" I call out to Caleb.

"In your dreams, sweetie!" He smirks and runs out to the car.

I take my time and grab a muesli bar. They can suck on it.

Jake sighs as I get into the car.

"What's up?” Caleb asks him casually.  

“Kasey, don’t you think you’re wearing something a bit too revealing?” He asks me pointedly.

I feel myself blush. “No, not really.”

"Come on, man. She looks hot."  

My cheeks redden even more at Caleb’s comment.

I see Jacob tense before he roughly punches Caleb. “That’s my sister, dude.”

I look at my phone to see we’re going to be late unless we leave now. “We’re going to be late!”

He lets it go, but I can tell he’s still angry.

With three minutes left until the bell, we arrive at school. Seeing a whole group of Jake and Caleb’s friends, I jump out immediately, not wanting to be caught up in all of the fuss, and head to my locker.

I’m in the process of getting out my history book, when someone squeals in my ear.

"Guess what? Oh my god!” I turn to see Stefanie, practically bouncing off the walls. I give her a quick hug.

"Brooke got hit bye a bus?" I smile, praying that this is the news.

Brooke Pearson is that girl. You know, that girl who’s the one the guys go to for comfort? The one who always finds something to bitch or gossip about? Yes, that girl.

Brooke is dirty. No understatement. By being with her sexually, you’re in the running draw of receiving an STI. It’s like a lucky dip; you never know what you’ll get.

"No! But this is better!” Stef yells in excitement, waking me from my thoughts.

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