Thanks for the great reviews. And here is my next edition of Brad's POV. It's a scene from the book 'Haunted' but I changed the conversations, actions and its in Brad's POV now. I realized after I wrote it though that sometimes what's going on doesn't happen until later, so if you can ignore that fact and bask in the stupidity and corny lines of Brad Ackerman.

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Brad's P.O.V -- Dinner

I was lying on my bed, listening to some of the best music ever.

So what if the 'rents were hollering up the stairs for me to turn it down I really don't care.

It's all Paul's fault.

Him and his stupid, "I screwed Suze, lah Dee dah Dee dah! I'm so great!"

Yeah, so what if I'm overreacting.

You would be too if you have gotten a nice piece of ass in a while.

I'm not saying I haven't gotten any recently.

I haven't fallen off the wagon, or anything.

No way, I've been screwing Debbie senseless.

But she's just old news.

BORING!

She's like practice.

Or…amusement for my own pleasure.

If she happens to actually get something out of my AMAZING Brad Ackerman charm.

Well good for her.

What do I care?

Right, nothing!

"BRAD, DINNER. GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Dad was yelling at me.

I finally turned the music off, but only for food.

I think it's the best thing that's gone on today.

I slumped down the stairs and landed in my chair.

Noticing that my darling Suze wasn't there yet.

Dad had made steak fajitas for dinner tonight.

Which is good, cuz I need the sustenance for my body building.

You know cuz I'm on the wrestling team.

Gotta keep the good, handsome physique.

Finally, Suze graced us with her presence.

Whoa, big words.

Let me rephrase that so its less nerd-like.

Finally Suze showed up after keeping me waiting.

Huh, it'll do.

She came in slumped over and grumpy.

Nothing to compare to how ticked I was that she was screwing Paul Slater.

So, using my wickedly awesome skill of burping words.

I burped, "Screwed."

She just gave me a crappy look.

Still hot though.

Very hot.

"Brad, go get the sour cream," Dad ordered.

Always with the orders.

They're not even good orders.

How come they couldn't be like, 'Brad screw your sister' or 'Eat all this food, don't worry about anyone else'.

But noooo, they're all like, 'Stop swearing' or 'Get this, get that, don't do that' and 'grounded'.

I rolled my eyes.

Just to show my annoyance.

I got the sour cream from the kitchen.

When I came back in Mom was asking Suze how her day was.

Suze just mumbled a response, "My day was all right."

"S not going to be so good tomorrow," I told Suze.

Although mom seemed more interested.

I clearly noticed her eyebrow rise. "Really? How so?"

Ooh, I just got an idea.

Genius if I do say so myself.

I'd tell you but that would ruin the fun.

Wait for it…

"Tomorrow's when we give the nominations for the student body government, and Suze is going down as VP."

So maybe being rude isn't the best way to lay Suze.

But this is going to be fun, just wait…

I'm going to make her squirm.

Suze didn't respond to me though, just to mom. "I have no idea what he's talking about."

"Kelly didn't catch you after school?" I asked as innocently as I could.

I knew the answer, of course. She was in detention.

Ha-ha, she got caught doing something violent.

Snicker!

"No," she said. "Why?"

"Well, Kel's already asked someone else to be her running mate this year. That new guy, Paul Whatsit," I shrugged. So, I do know his name, but what do I care dignifying that. "So I guess Suze's reign as VP is finito."

I saw mom looked concerned at Suze. I can't wait to see her face in a minute or two. "You didn't know about this, Susie," she asked her.

Suze shrugged, "No, but it's cool. I never really thought of myself as the student government type."

Yeah, you don't mind cuz you're screwing the enemy.

Mom totally flipped over that. Really it was kinda funny. She was all, "Well I don't like it. Some new boy coming in and taking Susie's place. It isn't fair." Yeah, just like it isn't fair he got to take her virginity before me. I think she was a virgin…

David had to spiel his smart crap though, "It may not be fair, but it's the natural order of things. Darwin proved that the strongest and fittest of species tend to be the most successful, and Paul Slater is superb physical specimen. Every female who comes in contact with him, I've noticed has a distinct propensity to exhibit preening behavior."

God does that kid scream, "I'M A LOSER, BEAT ME UP" or what.

"My goodness," was mom's reply. "And you, Susie? Does Paul Slater cause you to exhibit preening behavior?"

"Hardly," Suze said like it was nothing.

And before I could help my self I burped again.

My skills this time exceeding me and saying, "Liar."

Impressive, I know.

Don't clap too hard.

She glared at me, with those eyes. "Brad," she said. "I do not like Paul Slater."

Suze was up to her sexy green eyes in bullshit.

Okay, Suze. Time to Fidget

"That's not wait it looked like to me," I said as innocently as I could. "When I saw the two of you in the breezeway this morning."

"Wrong," she was so close to squirming, I had her and she knew it. And if she didn't well she was about to. "You could not be more wrong."

"Oh, give it up, Suze. There was definite preenage going on. Unless you just had so much mousse in your hair that your fingers got stuck in there."

Squirm Suze. I have more dirt than you know.

"I do not like Paul Slater," she said again. "Okay? In fact I have him."

Ha-ha, hate him so much to screw him.

BULL SHIT!

"Susie," mom said seriously. "I'm surprised at you. It's wrong to say you hate anyone. And how could you hate the poor boy already? You only met him today."

Whoa!

So many things wrong in that sentence I don't know where to start.

First of all Paul is so not poor.

The freak is loaded.

Money and chick-wise.

Secondly, she doesn't hate him.

She's clearly screwing him.

And thirdly, Suze so didn't just meet him today.

I might have.

But she hasn't.

"She knows him from before," I said spilling the bean bag. "From over the summer at Pebble Beach."

I knew this. Paul had told me like first thing when he found out Suze was my step-sister.

Suze was glaring at me pretty hard, "How do you know that?"

"Paul told me," I said with a shrug.

Come on Suze.

Help me spill some more.

"Oh, yeah? What else did he tell you?"

Good job, Suze.

Tip the bag, and spill it all.

I could tell she was hiding her dread.

She was squirming because I knew.

"Just that," I said taking a long pause. SQUIRM, I COMMAND YOU! "Oh, and he did mention…" I trailed off.

I wanted her to ask for it.

"WHAT DID HE MENTION?" she sounded freak.

YES! She is so squirming.

I wish she'd squirm under me.

"That you have been repeatedly sleeping with him," I said really quickly and ended in a cough.

Whoa, the next thing kind of amazed me.

Her mouth dropped.

Not that that's all that amazing.

The amazing thing was that she has a really big mouth.

Finally a girl that could handle my size.

I looked to see who else had heard.

Hmm, looks like that sentenced had a jaw-dropping effect on every one.

"AM NOT!" she shrieked.

Ha-ha. I can't believe she'd try to deny it.

It's so obvious.

"Don't deny it. I heard you say it today. Something along the lines of…" I cleared my voice preparing to do an awesome impression of what I heard Suze say today, "…'I do every Wednesday! Screw Me Paul. It's a date.'"

I didn't think it was possible but her jaw dropped further.

"THAT NOT TRUE!" she screamed at me.

I wish she'd scream my name.

"Is so! I heard it today at lunch," I replied.

How could she deny it?

"That's not what I said! Besides why would Paul tell you that?" she asked aggressively, but she stopped screeching so that was good.

I started nonchalantly, "Because I was staring at you and he saw me and told me…" WHOOPS!

Oh shit!

My bad!

Please tell me they didn't hear.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING STARING AT ME?" she had her screaming voice back.

Crap!

Hrm…stall.

Anything, but don't tell.

"That's not the point. I heard you. You're screwing PAUL SLATER!" I raised my voice on his name just to make sure the whole family knew.

Phew! Saved my ass there.

Clever thinking, that's me.

"That isn't what I said," she demanded hotly. HOT! "I said, 'I do every Wednesday. DON"T screw with me, Paul. It's NOT a date. God, you're such an idiot to think I'd sleep with Paul."

I swallowed.

Crap. Now I was squirming.

So that's why I heard don't, and with, and not.

Hmm. My bad.

Whoops.

"Then why would Paul say you did," I asked. Really? I was going to kick his ass tomorrow, he had me worried.

I could so take him, I'm a wrestler.

He's like a Tennis guy or something.

"I don't know," she answered. I think she was even a little repulsed.

So there is still a chance for the BRAD MAN!

PARTY! In the bed of course. With Suze and Me.

I realized, now, when I was thinking about my chances of laying Suze that Mom and Dad had been trying to interject, but we were yelling over them.

But now they weren't saying anything and there was this funny quietness.

Until Dave spoke up, "I have seen the way Paul looks at you, Suze. And there could be some serious preenage, on his behalf, for you, at least."

"Ugh," Suze twisted her face in disgust before pushing her plate forward. "Goodbye appetite. I'm done," and with that she got up and left.

Ignoring Mom and Dad asking her to come back.

Although I think they believed her answer. That she wasn't screwing Paul, I mean.

Guess what I was doing as she walked away…

Checking out her sweet back-end.

I know, AWESOME.

The chance to screw Suze silly, LIVES ON!

Go BRAD!

Time for you to review. I'm desperate for feed back. I think I have another idea, but I need to know whether Suze and Brad should…well 'hook up'. I had one person say they wanted that.

Hmm…