"Summer Bella Jones! Get your ass down here in the next five minutes or else you'll have to kill your legs walking to school." My brother's annoying voice rings in my ears early in the morning. What the hell is the time? I'm sure I was just 5 minutes late. I turn on my left side to see what the time was on my alarm clock and... Holy shit!
It was 7.43 am.
There were only 17 minutes left for the first period to start and I wasn't even out of bed. I spring out of bed with a sudden urge to fly to school so as not to break my never-late-to-school record. You see, ever since I was little dad always taught me that we should value time. Time doesn't wait for anyone – so if you want to catch the train, be early or else you'll be left there hanging and thinking about what you'll do in life.
I'm really not in the mood of philosophy right now.
After a very quick shower and a huge power battle with my wind-wrecked hair, I walk out of the room in black leggings and my favorite Adidas sweatshirt. I see these 2 huge boys pacing around the living room like there was no tomorrow. Aaron was busy tying his shoelaces in the completely wrong way while shamelessly ogling at the Baywatch ladies in bikinis. Draven was shoving unnecessary stuff in his school bag while glaring at everything in his way – including the coffee table. And Jason was at the kitchen counter, calmly sipping on his usual black coffee while shooting daggers at me.
Oh shit.
"Hey, Jason. Beautiful morning, isn't it? Oh look, it's almost time. We should get going!" I say as I quickly snatch a pop tart that was lying next to him and run outside to the car. I hear Jason's loud and quick footsteps catching up to me and I force myself to run faster all the while screaming at Jason to stop. I reach the other side of the car and pant like a dog on a sunny day.
"Tired, Summer?" Jason asks in a calm tone. Of course, this fool won't be tired. He's the goddamn captain of the soccer team. But even I'm not less. I'm still working on my speed and endurance but I could play with this monkey any time soon.
"Shut up and drive. Where are these other losers at?" I ask while getting in the passenger seat of the car.
"Get out of the house you bitches. My car doesn't like freeloaders like you still it does carry you every single day. At least appreciate that and- "
"Fuck off, Jason. It's our car." Draven jumps in followed by Aaron.
"Great to see we all handle our sibling bond well," I mutter at the 3 idiots I have to live with. So if you probably haven't guessed by now, I have 3 monkeys – sorry, brothers staying with me. Jason the eldest and the calm one. He obviously got the smart genes as well as sports genes and handsome genes and-
You get my point – he's an all-rounder. I'm so jealous.
Then comes Aaron – bloody manwhore. Don't mind me, I'm just stating facts. The number of girls Aaron has slept with couldn't even be compared to the total amount of fingers I had on both my hands. And to make things worse, my own best friend has a freaking crush on him.
So he's handsome as well.
Draven. Where do I start with him? The 'gangster' in our school. Not literally though.
Although, I won't be surprised if he does turn out to be one.
Anyways, as I was saying, he was the gangster of our school. Angered easily, short-tempered and a huge man like Hulk. Are you getting the picture? Still, I don't understand how on earth girls get attracted to this huge... piece of crap.
I'm telling you if one of those girls hear my thoughts on my brothers, then sorry to say Summer Jones will no longer be a part of the world but will be divided and distributed among the walls of our high school.
Yes. You heard me right. It's like they worship my brothers.
Then comes me. Summer Bella Jones. A crazy, troubled with homework, one hell of a glutton, 17-year-old girl.
Normal, right?
Wrong. Everything about me is wrong. While I have an entire gorgeous forest staying with me, I'm that lazy couch potato who roams in sweatpants and hoodies rather than tight jeans and butt short skirts like the rest of the girls. Is it my fault that I have way more fashion sense than them? Hell no, leave fashion sense. Talk about common sense. Do you think I would roam around the hallways showcasing my ass and fat thighs to hungry vampire boys?
I'll pass.
"And why'd you sit there? You know that's my seat, right?" Draven asks loudly, his voice booming across the car. I won't be surprised if the neighboring car could hear him from outside.
"There is something known as first comes first served. Oh and also keeping quiet." I throw a fake sweet smile at him from the front mirror.
"That's not fair, bitch. You were late and still, you don't get punished." Aaron chimes in.
"That's because I don't spend my mornings watching porn, bitch."
"Shut up you all! Not one morning goes by without all of you quarreling like kids. You make me want not to have kids." Jason shouts at all of us.
"Jason... you want to have demons...?" Aaron asks.
Of course, he would ask that.
"Yeah man. I want to have 20 kids." Jason happily says, a huge grin on his face.
Are you kidding me right now?
"Why bro? Just have fun, man. I could get you any chick you want." Draven adds in, trying to sound scary. Perhaps I'm the only girl not scared of him. Idiot.
"No! I would get to fuck my girl 20 times, man! Think about that!" As soon as he says that, they all burst into fits of laughter.
These shameless bitches.
See, sometimes I feel like I don't just exist for them. Imagine me having to hear all these talks every damn day.
There is still time to fill an adoption form – I will consider that.
As they continue talking about sex and girls and condoms and what not, my feet tap against the floor aimlessly and I clench and unclench my fists. I press my lips into a straight line while my nails dig into the soft fabric of my Adidas bag.
"Shut the fuck up, you horny boys! Ugh! Why do I have to stay with you?" I cry out loud as I throw my bag on Aaron and Draven at the back and shove Jason but still careful as he was driving.
They all look at each other for a while and then suddenly burst out laughing. Again. What on earth did they have for breakfast? Weed?
"You... you should've seen... your face..." Draven says in between laughing with my other 2 idiotic brothers.
And he rarely laughs.
"Well, my patience is thinner than an autumn leaf. You should know that." I say as I grit my teeth and stare off ahead as our school gate comes into view.
"That's why we did it, cutie pie," Jason says as he places one hand on my cheeks and pulls it.
"Leave me alone, you jerk!" I shake off his hand and groan at all my brothers' stupidity. You see the kind of stuff I'm dealing with? Bloody drunkards, I'm telling you.
As soon as Jason parks the car, I sprint out of it not ready to spend even a single moment with them. They call after me but I refuse to listen to them until Draven does the unexpected.
"You don't need your phone today?" he asks innocently and I immediately halt in my tracks and turn, seeing my phone dangling from this hulk's hands.
"Give it back, you baboon!" I run towards Draven but he's already beat me to it as he goes on the other side forcing me to play catch and catch with him.
To think someone could have a normal life... a girl can dream.
After a lot of running around, screaming and taking advantage of body sizes, I finally secure my phone and bag and walk towards the block to look for my best friend.
"Hey, Summer?" Aaron calls out to me.
"What?"
"Don't come early... I have a fucking appointment today." I could literally feel the smirk on his face.
Bloody hormonal teenagers.
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