Hello Readers! I really hope you guys like this story! If you have any ideas or any criticism, I accept! I'm not giving up on my other story though!
"Bree, Davenport put me in charge, you can't just disobey me!" I growled. Bree smirked, "Like I'm going to listen to you." She's being so annoying. Davenport put me in charge while he and Tasha went out and Bree isn't even listening.
"How come you're in charge, you are the youngest anyway." she scowled. I smirked, "Cause I'm the smartest!"
Bree scoffed, "Yeah, so your in charge, don't have to be so nerdy about it!" For a moment hurt flickered across my face but I covered it, "I'm not being nerdy! I don't think that you should go out with people you barely know just to be cool."
Bree rolled her eyes looking up from whomever she was texting. "Yeah sure. Well your not being a very good brother. So not cool." I shook my head, "Not being a good brother? I'm trying to save you from getting hurt by those Barbie dolls!"
Then Bree got angry, "Barbie dolls? Those people are my friends! I'm older than you, and I don't need your approval" Wow, she really wants to go with them. "I'm in charge!" I yelled, flinging my hands in the air.
"No, your my ridiculous little brother, who is always getting in the way, and is, in fact, way too nerdy!" she shouted throwing down her phone, looking at me straight in the eye.
I stopped staring at her, hoping I didn't hear what I thought I did. My eyes filled with tears. "You really don't love me do you?" I asked, my voice hoarse, "Probably never ever cared."
Bree's eyes widened as I turned around, running out the doer, not caring where I ended up. If I looked back I would have seen the broken look on my sister's face, or how sorry she seemed, but I didn't.
How was that? If anyone prefers, this story is also on my Wattpad account, Polar_Wolf13. It's called the same that it's called here.