"Ooh, can't wait to see bae today!" My half-brother, Kieran, mocked me with a grin on his face.
"Has he asked her out yet?" Todd, the youngest, called into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I replied. "And I'm not going to. I don't even know how you found out."
"We've got someone on the inside." Kieran winked.
"Oh, did you finally get a job, Kieran? Janitorial?" I laughed, proud of my roast. "That must be it considering neither Todd, Spencer nor you go to my school." Spencer and Todd joined in my laughter as they both entered the kitchen.
"Yeah, Kieran. Please explain why you're still living here. You're twenty-five." Spencer piped in.
"Maybe because high school sucks and the only thing I could put on a resume is 'high school sports team'." Kieran rolled his eyes.
"Become a stripper." I suggested.
"In Beacon Hills? Yeah right." Kieran snorted. "Anyways, why are you guys still here? Go learn."
"Go work." I countered. All four of us laughed at our usual teasing.
"Thing One, I trust you to take Thing Two to the bus." Kieran spoke to Spencer.
"Why is he Thing One?" I asked. "I'm older."
"By five minutes." Spencer pointed out. "Besides, I'm smarter." I didn't say anything, accepting defeat. He was smarter than I was. Even though we were twins, we went to different schools. I went to Beacon Hills High School while he went to Devenford Prep. While Devenford wasn't exactly a "smart school", it was a private school. Dad was sure that if anyone of us were to make it big in life, it was Spencer. That's why Dad paid for him to go to Devenford.
"I'm not driving you if you're late. Get out of here!" Dad shouted from the lounge. We all shared a look with one another before racing outside to our buses.
I arrived at school, sighing once I gazed upon the front doors. I hated going to school here. I didn't have a single friend here. I was the outcast and nobody here would ever think about speaking to me. I'd never mentioned anything to my family about it, not even my brother. As far as they were concerned, I liked it as much as a teen could. They were oblivious to the daily pain I went through. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to worry Mom or my brothers. Dad wouldn't care. He would think I was exaggerating and maybe I was, but it didn't make life here any easier.
As I fiddled with my lock, the entire hallway quieted slightly. I turned around to face the doors where everyone's attention was directed. There stood the girl that had been the center of all the latest gossip. I watched her walk through the halls, my heart beating slightly faster. This was the girl that my brothers had been teasing me about this morning. She disappeared into the next hallway and I sighed. I would never get this girl.
