Okay thank you for the reviews, and no it will not be insestual it was just trying to make the point of how much alike he and his farther where. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review.

Mother's come first, before brothers.

I sat on the backseat of the bus, the usual happened I listened to my MP3 player. As the people, that's what I call them, they walk by and wave, say hi, and try to make conversation. Although like every other day I ignore them.

I'm not unpopular, probably one of the most popular guys in school, they girls want to date me. But I don't know why, my hair is thick and long, but always untidy. I wear a pair of old converses, which faded long ago. Jeans with more holes than cheese, and usually old music t-shirts from tours at P3. I'm not mussely, but no guys will stat fight with me. I'm not funny, but people will laugh at me.

They think I believe all they do, but I know why it is. My Dad's Leo Wyatt, or at least he is biologically, which sometimes not shore about. Because to be honest I look more like my Mum, but she insists he was there for my conception as well.

But still they know that, (that he's my dad not that he was at my conception, Fuck no!) An when you got a parent, even if he is a bastard, who is a international rock star, having a normal life is always a bit tricky. If people aren't badgering you for gossip and freebies, they want to meet him, or be your friend, even if they're just false.

To be honest although I'm pretty popular, I've only got about 10 real mates. There are my cousins of course, Polly, Patrick, (there on Aunt Phoebe's side.) An then there's Paula, al though we call her Paul, (on my Aunt Paige's side.) Wyatt my older bother of course, Mark, he's like my best mate and we where mates as babies, although he's called Briggs, (Mark Briggs see?) An his lil sister Katy, an then Katy my other mate, who I will admit I'm a little bit obsessed with, according to Briggs that is, Bianca.

Finally the bus ride is over, as I get off the music still playing in my head, people say hi and invite me to parties, some I'll go to others I wont bother. I don't care, doesn't really affect me either way.

I walk on, into the crowds, people still talk to me, none of them realise I'm not listening; I just seem to float as the crowds carry me where I want to be.

But then suddenly, as though God has just popped down and is walking though our school corridors, the mass of people parts in two, I'm impressed but not too much, I know what's happening. Slowly he comes into view, and I smile. It's him.

His short blonde hair, and height, as well as broadness seems to be a sign as not to mess with him, It was either that or that he was Wyatt Matthew Halliwell Wyatt, (I know a bad name, that's why we both drop the Wyatt, well he just drops the 2nd one obviously.)

An by being my big brother, the first son of the world famous rock star Leo Wyatt, so if I think my life is bad his is worse, although he likes it.

He walks up to me, the whole of the cheerleading squad behind him, they all want to date him, I know sad. But he's my big brother, jock but I got to love him.

He smiles back as he sees me, and waltz's up to me, sad I know.

"Hay," he says, suddenly the corridor starts again, although the girls all try to look busy behind him, as though they aren't really waiting for him.

"Alright?" I reply, I've got to tell him but how is more difficult than you could imagine Like me he loves mum dearly, and well unlike me gets on with Dad. An if he found out that he had sworn at there mum, well it wasn't a pretty picture let's put it that way. But what would have been worse, was if he had found out in a month or more time, then he would be dead for not telling him.

"Yer, why?"

"Nothing," I try to answer not as though I'm guilty as sin. "How was last night?" I ask referring to the fact he had gone to a gig out of town, although mum had thought he had been at Steve's "studying," although Chris was pretty shore she knew the truth.

"Yer it was good," Chris was shuffling now, he could feel his older brothers eyes boring into him, "why what happened at home?" he asked as though reading Chris's mind.

"Me and Mama had a fight," Wyatt said nothing he wanted more, he knew there was more, "and I told her to Fuck off." As soon as the words left his mouth, Wyatt's hand was around his throat and sliding him up the nearby locker.

"His hand is controlled, but I know if it had to he would, "if you ever do that again, I swear to God…. I wont be responsible for my actions." The hand releases I fall down crumpled, and He walks of without another word.

I grab my stuff, and follow suite, trying to get to homeroom, although now not only are they trying to be my friend, there trying to give me sympathy for something they don't understand.

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