"Cool. Yeah, I knew that not very many people signed up for it. Uhmm, you'll probably lose half your class within the first week though." I tell him, honestly. Half the kids that signed up only do it to see if they can, but once they find out how much homework we have, they drop the class as fast as they can. The other half, like me, do it because they like a challenge, and are smart enough to be able to finish the class.

"What??" He asks, with an adorable pout. Adorable? No. It's ugly. Note the sarcasm. No wait, don't! Oh, I don't know. He's so hot. NO! Sadie! Don't you DARE think about him like that! He's your brothers best friend! Plus, it's probably illegal. Don't be stupid. "You think I'm really gonna be that bad of a teacher??"

"NO! Of course not, it's just...people don't want to work. Especially outside of school. As in, they won't do the homework. So they'll fail. And once they realize that you actually do count the homework as a grade, they'll drop the class faster than you can say zero." I explain.

"Sadie?" Justin says in a strangled voice. I look at him questioningly. "What's wrong?" His eyes are narrowed, and flickering between his baby sister, and his best friend. "Do you like him?"

Chase's POV:

I look at the beautiful girl in front of me imploringly. Does she like me? I kind of hope she does. She's so gorgeous. The moment I saw her step out of the house, I lusted for her. She was just so damn sexy. But then when I got the the back of the Uhaul, and got a look at her face, I knew she wasn't just sexy. No, she was beautiful. And she didn't even know it. Staring at the ground, with a haunted look on her face. I didn't think she was too thrilled to have me back there with her. But then she looked up at me, and it was like an earth quake rocked my world. Her hazel eyes peeked up underneath her lashes at me, and my heart stopped. She was the epitome of greek goddesses. She was perfect. It's like she was Aphrodite incarnate. Ok, I know I'm a nerd. But really. It's the truth.

"No." Her mouth says defiantly. My heart breaks. And I'm sure it shows on my face, because when Justin looks at me, he raises one eyebrow, and gives me a look that says 'We'll be talking later'. Shit.

"Yeah, ok Sadie, sorry. I guess I was just getting ahead of myself. I just haven't heard you talk that much since Mom and Dad....Well, since we lost our family." Justin says, looking at me accusingly. My face warms up.

"Just because I don't talk to you, doesn't mean I don't want to talk, Justin." She says harshly, and stalks up the driveway.

"What the hell?" Justin mutters under his breath before he turns to me. "Well," He says louder. "What have you got to explain yourself?"

"Explain myself?" I ask incredulously. "What the hell have I got to explain myself for?!"

"What was with your reaction when Sadie said she doesn't like you?" He demands.

"What do you mean?" I ask hesitantly.

"I mean, why did your face look like you'd just lost your best friend?" He says, raising one eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said, grabbing my keys, and unlocking the doors, before grabbing the first box, and heading inside. Well, I thought to myself bitterly, this ought to be a fun year.

A few hours later, all my stuff was in my new room, conveniently located directly across the hall from Sadie's room. I sat on my new bed, unpacking a box of boxers, socks, and wife beaters when there was a knock on my door. I walked over to it, and opened it up to reveal Justin dressed in a pair of slacks, white button up shirt, and a blue tie. "I'm going out. Be good. Don't mess with Sadie, ok? I'll be back before dawn. She should be asleep till like, nine in the morning. If she asks, I'm in bed. I don't feel good, ok?"

"Sure bro, whatever. I'll just be in here." I agree.

"Ok." He leaves.

I go to shut the door, but feel and hear my stomach growl, and figure I oughta put some nurishment in it. Heading to the kitchen, I hear a door open. Turning around, I see Sadie standing there in some short shorts, and a sports bra, with a tight spaghetti strap shirt on over. "Hey," she whispers.

"Hi." I whisper back. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was. But I guess my stomach had other ideas." She says, staring right in my eyes.

"How ironic. Mine too. I was just heading to the kitchen, would you like to accompany me, madam?" I ask in my fake british voice.

She busts out laughing. "As long as....you don't....use that accent....anymore...ever!" She says in between giggle fits.

"Sold." I conccur with a grin.

She smiles back.

God, her smile.

"But," She starts, "We have no food." She admits with a frown.

"No food?" I ask.

"No food." She agrees. "I haven't gone shopping yet. I will tommorrow, though, ok?"

"Can I come with you?" I blurt out, and her eyes widden. "I mean, I don't have to, I was just wondering if I can go to help...suggest...healthier food products?" I finish lamely. I had no idea. I just wanted to be with her.

"You think I'm fat?" She demands.

"What?! NO! Hell no! I think you're gorgeous! Beyond gorgeous. You're super sexy. Totally!" I blubber uncontrollably. She looks down at the floor, slightly angling her body back towards her room. "Hey wait," I whisper, putting my arm on her shoulder. Her eyes widden, and look up in my eyes, and feel my body unconciously move forward, and put my other hand on her face, pushing it up to look in my eyes again. She reaches up on her toes, and shortens the space between us. She pushes her face further up, and i lean down further, to get closer to her. She moves her face past my lips though, and puts her mouth on my ear.

"I was kididng." She whispers, before pushing past me and grabbing her keys off the table. "Now move you're truck so I can go get us a pizza." She demands

Good God. This little girl just beat me at my own game. I'm the one who teases girls. NOT the other way around.

Ok, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll have you wrapped around my finger in no time. You'll be just another girl I've got under the belt.

But somehow, that thought makes my stomach churn sickeningly, and my heart hurt.

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