Maybe for you, but not him. (READER X NOYA)

●-"please marry me"-●

That's a very cheesy quote I know please don't bully me lmao but it really applies to everything doesn't it? Nothing to do with the story I just wanted to remind you that no matter what you are, a volleyball player, writer or dog walker for gods sake, be the best at it.

😤Also this book will for the most part be Y/N pov or their person lmao ty😤

B/N = Brothers name

Anyways hope u enjoy the first chapter ;P

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Y/N's P.O.V

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my left ear. God, who even created alarms? Some sad person I bet.

I sit up and turn my alarm clock off, swinging my legs off the side of the bed so I can get my school uniform an- wait, I'm at a new school today! I completely forgot. I still don't even have my text books or anything. Maybe if I suck up enough mum will let me out of going?

Either way I need to go shower and brush my teeth, so I drag my sorry ass all the way down the hall to the bathroom with my new uniform.

As I'm in the shower all I can think about is my new school, I mean what if the kids there don't like me? It's hard enough for me to make friends with my emotionally constipated self. My old friends actually befriended me first, so I didn't even do anything. I used to think that was a good thing, but now I kinda feel like they fucked me over. I sigh and tap my head on the wall. Sadly I don't think that's going to be happening at this school. I don't know? Maybe a gut feeling?

Then again I have the worst gut feelings about anything remotely scary. The least I can hope for is to not be bullied. It's not like I can't handle it, per say, but it's more of an inconvenience.

Honestly, at this point it's fruitless just standing here guessing, what I do know as of right now, is I need to get out of the shower because I'm getting pruny.

After I'm done dressing I head as fast as I can down the stairs, which proves to be not a great idea when I tumble head first down. As I'm laying on the floor, groaning in pain, my brother steps over me from the kitchen with a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Well, nice of you to ask my if I'm ok", I hiss at him, still holding my head.

"First of all, sis, I can see very well you're not ok and second, I don't give a shit".

I get up and glare at him, making my way into the kitchen mimicking his words in a mocking voice. What a jerk. As I enter the kitchen I see two toast pop up in the toaster so I grab them and butter them, smearing jam onto their surfaces.

"Hey! Those were mine you thief!", my mother enters the kitchen, snatching the toast off of me. I pretend I'm annoyed, and then snatch a piece of toast from her and make a beeline for the door. Grabbing my bag as I head out, when I'm at the door I yell a "BYE MUM LOVE YOU!".

So much for that sucking up.

- time skips babes-

"You little fucking shit, how do you eve-".

"Yeah well YOU started it you bi-".

"Um excuse me?". We both turn to the soft voice we hear in front of us. I pull my hand from his hair and ear and he pulls his knee from my stomach.

I dust myself down calmly and look at her with a smile.

"Sorry about that, um?" I trail off, not knowing her name yet. She seems to catch onto that because she startles, blushing.