A/N: Ok to all of my readers I apologize for posting a new story. The last one I felt trapped in third person, I have a new chapter written up for it but I just don't think it is worthy of anyone to read I will review it and post it in time though. Here is a little bit more peppy mary sue like story. I have a slight idea where I am going with this, but yall have to help me out. There is a teeny part in here that semi-mentions Bri's age. Since you all know Joe and Nick's birthdays do the math. This could possibly be a Joe fic, but I am leaning otherwise. R&R Thank you.
To the far back of the room a girl was tapping her fingers rapidly to a beat that flowed through her head. Her cheek smashed against the desk as she stared into nothingness. Brown hair cascaded down her face and spread across the table. She looked over to the boy who sat next to her who had just made a motion to grab her cell phone. The cell phone lite up.
"Whhaatt?" He whined "I just wanted to see it!" Before his annoying voice could finish his sentence the phone was in her hand as she sat up matching his enormous height. Something lit up in this girls face, some type of spark when she looked at her phone, flipping it open hitting a few keys and closing it.
"What was that?" The annoying voice spoke again.
"Shut up." Her voice had a tad rasp to it, a smokers rasp. She swung her feet on to her chair and set her phone down. The length of her legs seemed almost exotic with the skinny jeans that fitted like a second skin. Her legs weren't the only lengthy thing about her, her waist seemed to be stretched to proportion to her legs. The oval face of hers also gave the impression of being slightly stretched, with a lengthy narrow nose, full pouty lips and the wide caramel eyes as the features placed across it.
"Come on! Just tell me who texted you?"
"Your brother." I stuck out my pierced tongue and laughed.
Well now, it would be rude to not introduce myself. I am Bri Bell, sophomore at Winter Park High School, youngest in my class and I am basically amazing. My little brother, Sam, has been best friends with this kid named Nick ever since elementary school. Now they are little 8th graders and I am forced to sit next to Nick's older brother, Joe. He is a junior, and this is what I get for taking biology in my freshman year, stuck in a room full of older kids I don't know. In exception to Joe of course, who was very loud when welcoming me into the class. Now let me be honest, straight up honest here, Joe and I don't see eye to eye. My best friend Michaela says our egos conflict, we both crave the spot light we cannot share. But Joe takes advantage of being older, and I have settled to being semi-civil when around him.
"What is up with your pedophilia for my brother?" Joe's eyes narrowed and a smile of disgust played along his lips.
"Yes. I just love those middle schoolers." Oddly enough, I wasn't lying in a way. I loved my brother, and loved Nick as a second brother? No. Not a sibling love, more of a friend love. I've always liked what wasn't right in front of me, wasn't always there every second. That is why I always enjoyed the company of my brother and his friends and no, not in the sicko way. Maybe it is the love of being the oldest and having all the power? Most likely, I am and always will be the cooler older sister.
"I bet you do. You are kind of a loser." Rolling my eyes at Joe's challenge, I exhaled a deep sigh.
"If I am such a big loser, you wouldn't be talking to me."
"You are right."
There was a dead silence between us and he went back to his chemistry work. I laughed in relief, I actually had shut him up. I muttered a "Thank God." and with that I felt a thump on the shoulder.
"You are a really bitch you know that?" His eyes were wide now, the smirk still stuck on his face. I didn't speak or reply, just held eye contact. Did he really just hit me? He must be expecting some sort of reaction. Should I hit him back? Should I turn all feminist on him and make him feel like a womanizer? No. I know exactly what to do.
I narrowed my eyes, never losing eye contact and in all seriousness lightly blew an air kiss. I didn't expect him to be shocked, I expected him to follow suit. He did just so, he battered his lashes and ruffled his hair, sending me one last wink before we both burst into laughter.
So, yes Joe and I don't see eye to eye, but at the right times our personalities mesh together into one super awesome person. Maybe it is from all the nights we would have to babysit and tease our brothers as a team, or make them compete against each other (I wouldn't call it friendly rivalry more of straight on rivalry at those times). It is complicated, I guess.
A loud ringing sounded throughout the classroom, I grabbed my backpack, stood up and headed toward the door.
"Hey, Bri." I turned around to see Joe looking a little more vulnerable than I have ever seen him. The classroom was filling out, and just basically about empty now.
"Yeah?" I replied instead of my usual rude comment, because he seemed so serious, maybe even sad? But here we stood in the classroom alone and no words were coming out of his mouth, he was just standing there, staring at me. "What Joe?"
He looked away and shrugged. "Nothing." I nodded accepting his attempt to avoid such an awkward conversation. I began walking out of the classroom again, rummaging through my backpack for my car keys.
Right then I remembered the text. "Oh Joe!" I spun around to see his head deep in his locker. "I have to pick Sam up today, Nick is coming over." Joe looked over and nodded. A dark sinking feeling set through my stomach, as if I were guilty leaving Joe home alone when he was in such a weird mood. "You can tag if you want, I know how much you love hanging out with me and whatever." I added for my own personal laughs.
"Just because you said that," Joe was now walking toward me. "I don't want to go."
"Ah, but you did originally." I pointed out.
"No. Why would I hang out with you?"
There was another loud ring and Joe's eyes shot wide open.
"Hm, well, maybe because 1. You don't have a car or license and 2. You just missed your bus."