Cutie

Bethany

"Aaron, I'm going for a jog... okay?" I quietly asked my older brother, playing with the hem of my Lacrosse shorts. Layla rolled her eyes and turned to me, "You're sixteen. You don't need Aaron's permission to do anything, okay?" she turned to Aaron who glared at her, "Don't look at me, Bethany's too innocent for her own good." I grabbed my iPhone and hooked it on to my shoulder, hooking in my matching green headphones to my case.

"I'll be back; I might stop at Starbucks too." I told them. Aaron was about to say something, but Layla gave me a quick smile and dragged him out the room.

Once I was out of our new Penthouse, I started to think of my dad who was stationed in Afghanistan, and my mom who is a workaholic, and we never see her…

"SORRY!" I squealed as I bombarded with a tall figure, making me look up. I gasped, as a tall guy, my age, grinned down at me. He had brown sex hair –yeah, sex hair-, bright blue eyes and a broad structure. Yeah, his hair wasn't the only thing that was sexy. "It's alright," he said while steadying me. "You knew around here?" He asked, examining me, making me look down blushing. I nodded, looking up, "I'm from California." I fought the urge to roll my eyes; most people there are fake.

"Ah, a Cali girl. Must be different from NYC huh?" Before I could answer him, my phone started blasting "Trouble" by Never Shout Never. He broke out a grin, as I clumsily tried to get it off my shoulder. The contact read Zach. I rolled my eyes, and fought the urge to click Decline, but instead I clicked Answer. "Hello?"

"Where are you? We have school tomorrow and we need to pick up uniforms in an hour, as St. Jude's and Constance." Shit, I forgot!

"Oh yeah I forgot, I'll be home in like 10 minutes, okay?"

"Alright, love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up the phone to see the guy slightly frowning. "Boyfriend?" He asked, looking down at his feet. I laughed, "Over protective like one, but no, my brother." He let out a chuckle.

"I'm Sean, and you are…?"

"I'm Bethany Solomon. But I got to go, I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Wait! Can I see you again?" He called after me. I broke out a grin and nodded, "Meet me at Starbucks… at 5pm. I'll be there."

"Okay! See you then, Bethany Solomon!"

At home, I quickly jogged up the flights of stairs I had to go up to reach the 7th floor. Huffing at the entrance, I barely had enough strength to open the door… Damn, I need some practice if I want to play Lacrosse again this year. "I'm home!"

"Good, now go change and take a shower. You stink, and I want to make a good impression on Constance." Layla said, smiling. She was wearing cute Marc Jacob's sweater, designer jeans and a pair of high heels. I rolled my eyes, that's all there is to her, she only cares what people think about her. After my shower, Layla practically forced me to wear something 'decent'. I thought my wardrobe was decent! I decided on wearing a pair of Hollister super skinny jeans, which hugged my butt 'perfectly' as Layla said, that I cuffed at the bottom, a blue and white plaid blouse that tightened at my waist, showing off my 'to die for curves' as Layla also said. I, wait, more like Layla topped off my outfit with a pair of Sperry's. I also grabbed a cute blazer to go over it.

"You look hot," Layla smiled at me as I walked into the living room.

"Aaron, aren't those jeans a little too tight?" Zach started.

"Shut up."