Brazilian Queen

Brazilian Queen- Prologue

I DECIDED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW IT'S STILL OF COURSE A ROMANCE NOVEL BUT I WANTED MY MAIN FEMALE CHARACTER TO BE INDEPENDENT AND SMART HENCE THE SONG ON THE SIDE CALLED SMART GIRLS.  :D  SO TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I looked down at my desk trying to finish my math homework, but it was pretty hard with all of the music  coming from the room next door. "UGHHH I can't take it." I said throwing my pen down I stormed across the hall and banged on the door. 

"JORDAN TAKE THAT CRAP OFF. I CAN'T THINK." Suddenly the music cut off. Hmm that was easy. Then the door opened and some gorgeous male model boy stepped out shirtless. WHOA!! Did not see that coming. This guy had six packs that were polished and looked hot. His face looked familiar but my brain was to fried to actually try and remember where I knew him from.

"Your not Jordan." I said matter of factly looking him up and down. "Where's my brother?"

"Right here Brazilian queen. So Move." Said my brothers voice from behind me. 

"Don't call me that." I mumbled. He knew I hated that nickname. See were from Brazil, well at least our mom was, our dad is from here, Texas. So while my brother took after our dad's paler skin with only a hint of Brazilian in him, I took after my mothers lush and curvy golden skin. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing I mean HELLO I was SMOKING hot not to sound cocky or anything. But I wasn't really into my looks like that. I may have had my mom's coloring but I sure didn't think like her. I wanted to grow up and be a PR Executive, which she hated. She told me that there were only three things I needed to do when I got married cook, clean and make babies. PLEASE as if i'm staying home for some man to pop out his kids. That's why I focused so hard on my grades. No offense mom but I really don't want to be like you. Right now I was top 5% of my class which I was pretty damn smug about.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"Dude are you serious? You don't know who this is?" My brother asked staring at me like I just said I wanted to stand on the side of the road and be a prostitute. I shook my head no. I mean was he someone important? Should I know him?

The stranger stuck his hand out and I couldn't help but notice how his muscles flexed. "I'm Chris." He said with a smile.

Chris. . . Hmm I've heard that name before. If I was correct my best friend Nyssa was always talking about him and how he was super nice I think they were neighbors or something? "Oh I think your neighbors with my friend Nyssa?"

I swear whenever Nyssa was brought up in a conversation my brother about had a heart attack and i'm not over exaggerating. He was so in love with her and the funny thing was she liked him back but she was waiting for him to make the first move. Which he was to stupid to do.

"Oh yeah we've been neighbors forever. You must be the beautiful Nicole she talks so much about." He replied.

Beautiful Nicole my ass.  

"Yes I am, and I have to go back and finish my work so keep the music down because I can't think when I have lil' Wayne screaming trash in my ear." I turned around and walked back into my room.