My eyes blinked tiredly at the dreaded sound of my alarm. I slung my hand out from the warmth of the duvet and slammed down on the snooze button. "Arthur! Get the fuck outta bed you lazy arse" my brother, Allistor screamed from his room. I continued to ignore his menacing calls, causing him to storm into my room and punch me (very) hard on my head, I guess his red hair matches his usual mood, anger. "What the hell? Get out of my room, bloody hell I know you love me but give me some privacy" I sneered.
"Don't you start you little shite" he growled, "I don't want to get another call from your school for being late, they are a pain in the arse ya know!"
"Not my fault"
"Of course its ye bloody fault now get outta bed, oh yeah and stop smoking in the house its making the place stink" and with that my annoying brother stomped out of the room like an little girl. Sometimes I feel like I am the one four years older...
I slink ungracefully out of bed and pull out a white dress shirt and skinny black jeans. I look out my window at the blue American sky, oh God I hate America, cant believe we move, what a mistake. I take one look at the mess of my hair and spend five minutes trying to fix it, until I just give up, maybe I should buy hair gel? I rake my hand through my hair one final time and throw my bag over my shoulder and proceed to me and my brothers apartment door only to be stopped by an arm. Oh great. "What do you fucking want?" I snarled.
"I have to be a good brother and drive you into school incase you skip AGAIN" he said.
"Hah the day you start caring 'bout me is the day hell freezes over!"
"That hurt baby brother! Fine, I was going to see Francis anyway so want me to give you a ride?"
"No thanks"
"It was a rhetorical question" his joking mood went dark, "As I said earlier I dont want you skipping any more school, its a pain in the arse for me"
"Fine" I huffed grumpily.
What proceeded was the most awkward car journey ever, my brother attempted to ask questions which we both knew he cared not for the answers and he tried to joke with me about how I really deserved a scholarship because how smart I was. The truth was Allistor and I were just two people that were stuck with each other, ever since my parents died, my mom of cancer and my dad of suicide, Allistor had taken over caring for me. So that ment for the first few months him taking me to bars with him and his friends, some of Allistors friends were what I would call perverted. I can remember one of them trying to molest me only to get a fist thrown in his face. I was a vunerable target to these types of men, as they were obviously older and quite stronger due to my more skinny/lean frame. Didnt help that people found me attractive either, I had gotten my mothers forest green eyes and blonde hair and of course the British accent did help. Allistor however had gotten my fathers more muscled build and feiry red hair but he had also gotten my mothers eyes. The bar is also is how I developed my underage smoking 'problem'. At the bar men would leave ciggarette stubs on the table, gross I know but I had always wanted to know what it was like, so despite being 14 years old, I tried it out. I rememeber how mad Allistor was when he first saw me with one, ah memories! So that is the situation with me and my brother, complicated? Yes.
As Allistor pulled up the hell (school), I stepped out of the car without a goodbye only to be engulfed in arms. Only one person who would do this with no shame in public, Francis. "Get the fuck off me you bloody git!" I shouted whilst trying to wrench myself out of his arms.
"You wound me mon cher!" Francis laughed, "So how are you and your brother doing? You dont come to the bar any more!"
"Well I do have to get money somehow you idiot, not everyone is lucky enough to get born into a rich family" Allistor said, voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Do ask for help if you need Allistor, you and Arthur are very important to me! Wouldnt want you to go hungry."
"We dont need your help you frog!" I grumbled, still in Francis's tight grip around my shoulders. Francis was one of the touchy ones of Allistors friends but he was closest to Allistor. He was also twenty like Allistor and many nights I had to stay at Francis's house to avoid a very angry drunken Allistors wrath. Francis also just happened to be French and I just somehow hated all French people, and I always try to show him this feeling included him. "Hey Francis, mind if you pick Arthur up after school and take him home? I am working late tonight and I cant trust him alone, last time I found him drunk on the sofa" Allistor started, ignoring my protests.
"Of course! Anything to help little Arthur!" Francis grinned into my hair.
"Get off you frog, go put those perveted hands on your female frog people! Not on me! Get off! Ill punch you!"
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"The school bell seems to have saved me from your wrath! Must be fate, see you after your school little delinquent" Francis said as he swaggered off, "Oh and bye Allistor!"
"Bye Francis!" Allistor shouted back, he turned to me "Dont you dare leave him waiting, Im lucky to have such a loyal friend like him, ok Arthur?"
"Fine but you owe me!"
"I dont owe you anything, if anything you owe me for working my arse off to pay the bills whilst you go to school and waste money on smoking"
"Not my fault I have to go to school, you know I am smart enough than most in work even without my full education!" I countered
"Yeah whatever, just dont leave Francis waiting" Allistor said as he slipped into his car.
"Hmm" I groaned as I turned to head into school.