I Hate My Brother (editing!)

8.

He pushes himself up on his feet, drifting his narrowed eyes around us and yells, "Andrew Miller!"

That picks up the attention and curiousity of those who heard his alarming, infuriated tone.

I can't bite back my laughter as this happens. One, that it worked. Wayne really is getting overprotective about me — something I don't imagine happening since coming here. But whatever the reason, I'm ruining his night. And that's the fucking plan. Two, I'm glad Drew actually isn't out here as I'm pretty sure he would've gotten an earful, or maybe even a punch to his jaw if he is.

"I'm kidding!" I chuckle, standing up next to him and wraps my hand over his forearm. He flickers his narrowed eyes at me and I give a sheepish grin, leaning my head against his bicep as I am too short to even reach his shoulder while in the standing position.

Suddenly, Bianca decides that she's had enough and stands up in a fleet of rage. She pulls roughly at Wayne's other hand while pointing her index finger in my face. "Who the hell is she?! Wayne!"

Wayne's eyes harden into a glare as he meets Bianca's. "What's wrong with you?" He speaks in a deep, commanding voice.

"For fuck's sake!" Bianca steps forward in my direction, but Wayne backs me up behind him. "She's in my house, my party, all over you! Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?" She grits the last part through her teeth.

I heard that. Wayne heard that. Normal me would've twisted her hair in a ponytail and tug at it so hard she drops all her extensions, but this isn't normal me. Keep reminding myself that.

Wayne balls up both his fist, cracking his knuckles with his thumb. I glance around and realize the people around are frozen in their spots, watching as this scene unfolds before them. Whatever that will be said now is crucial with the number of ears listening.

"Be careful who you talk about, Bianca." Wayne drops his fists and wraps his arm over my shoulders protectively, turning to strut away before he pauses. "She's my little sister!"

And with that, my mouth parts slowly and eventually hangs open, as I quicken my pace to match Wayne's. This happened exactly the way Cass predicted — he chose me over pussy. Holy shit.

He has never once chose me over his girlfriends back in high school. In fact, he was the worst back when he had girlfriends. He brought them home, and on countless occasions he allowed his string of girls to steal my clothes from my wardrobe; despite them being nerdy and all, and they never ever return.

Not just that. He made me clean up after his girls' mess, basically be their servant, and once, when he was supposed to drive me to my performance under the orders of our mom; he drove to the highway and dumped me on the side after a phone call from his pick-me-up. If it wasn't for a random car that stopped and asked if I was stranded, I probably couldn't have made it in the end.

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"Damn, that was a dick move, babe." Drew goes on and on about it once we all leave Bianca's house and I come clean about my motive for the night.

Of course, you can expect that Wayne didn't take it well.

"Jesus Kel, what are you? Ten?" My brother scowls at me.

"I could say the same to you yesterday at Jovan's party." I cross my arms against my chest, challenging him.

He mutters a curse under his breath, then turn around to reprimand me again. "Enough about that. Justin isn't a simple character."

A part of me may agree that what he did actually saved me, but I can't help the part that this person I hate is interfering my life again.

Carson sighs, dangling his arms over both Wayne's and mine. "Alright, truce?"