Hello! I had this idea a few weeks ago, so I wrote it down and this is the result. Please mind that I'm not a native speaker, so if you see mistakes please tell me. :)I hope you like this updates may seem a little weird, but I'm posting from Europe. (Times zones are weird.)So have a good day,Kristina.
"Hey Liam, wait up!", I called after my brother, running down the stairs. I almost tripped.
"What? I'll miss the bus ", Liam turned around and raised his eyebrows. If he wasn't so small, I would've slapped him. But since he was my little brother, I wasn't entitled to that.
"I can drive. I just want to talk to you", I stated rolling my eyes.
"You want to talk about Brett? I'm taking the bus", I couldn't even open my mouth to protest, he was already gone.
Damn my brother and his stupid sport genes.
Sighing I made my way to my car. I knew I would look weird. A freshman arriving with a car? Not likely. But in my case it was different.
My name was Ella Dunbar, 16 years old and this was the second time that I attended freshman year. I failed a few of my classes last year and got held back. And since my brother transferred to Beacon Hills from Devenford Prep because he destroyed his coaches car, I figured it was the best chance I'd have to start over. So I transferred in the middle of the year, a few weeks after Liam and this would be my second week at Beacon Hills High School. I hadn't made any friends yet since the only thing I wanted was to be invisible.
I was the opposite at my old school, so I wanted to change that.
What Brett had to do with that was a different question.
During my first high school year at Devenford I met Brett Talbot, who now was my brother's biggest enemy.
We didn't have a real relationship, but we flirted like crazy and hooked up a few times.
I definitely fell in love with him and to some extent he probably felt the same thing.
But when he took a picture of the car my brother had vandalized and sent it straight to the school, which as a result got my brother suspended , I was rather angry.
That day I screamed at Brett, ended the thing - whatever it was - and told him I hated him.
Of course I didn't hate him but my motherly instincts took over. No one messed with Liam or I messed with them.
My younger brother had enough to deal with his disorder, he didn't need some douche bags treating him like shit. He was sorry and he accepted the consequences and I just wanted to forget about Brett.
However that was easier said than done. I spent countless days wondering if I had done the right thing and if Brett ever missed me. He never returned my calls, so I guessed he didn't. It still hurt though.
Not wanting to think about Brett and me failing at relationships anymore, I started the engine and drove to school.
The day seemed to drag on and on.
Only the voice in my head that reminded every now and then that I couldn't mess up this year, prevented me from just falling asleep during class.
Fortunately I somehow ended up not having one class with my brother. Not that I didn't like him, but that would've been really awkward.
I breathed out relieved when the bell finally rang.
"Hey, Mason. Where are you going?", I yelled at Liam's best friend as he was chasing after my brother.
"The guys from Devenford just arrived", he told me looking alarmed.
"Oh, crap", I totally forgot that our lacrosse team played against my old school today.
Quickly I realized what that meant. Brett would be there and I already promised to drive Liam to the game.
"No, tell me this isn't happening", I whined.
"Come on, Ella. Help me stop your brother from killing your ex."
"Brett is not my ex!", I screamed while I ran after him.
My day was about to get ruined.