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My Brother's Rival

New rule: Opposite charges attract, Like charges are toxic. I'm just a sweet little girl. He's the new boy that charges the air with danger. Terrifyingly, the danger get's me high. Ash had very bad reasons to follow his 'was best friend in hell' to a new town. What he didn't expect was the innocent little sister. If they were related, surely she had a wild side too? Slight change of plans.

Pearson_BJ · Urban
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40 Chs

Part 1: Dream Princess

"Rise and shine, sunshine. The world will be in the dark if you keep your eyes closed."

There were sounds of curtains being drawn but no light flooded into the room. It was impossible, the walls surrounding our house were higher than a two floored house.

"Come on, up."

I opened my eyes to Yvonne. She was pretty, a ginger haired woman with wide apart eyes and a low bridged nose with a body of a ballet from the eighties. You couldn't really see the body though; she always wore one of those loose dresses that ended somewhere between her knees and ankles.

"Put these on." Yvonne gently placed a pair of jeans and long-sleeved tee on my dressing chair. "Everyone's waiting for you downstairs. Breakfasts getting cold."

Yvonne had been around ever since I could remember, and if it wasn't for the tradition of having breakfast and dinner meals together as a family, I would have forgotten who my parents were. They were never around.

I groaned and pulled the duvet up to my head. She came over and completely pulled the duvet off me, exposing my body that had nothing but cotton panties on. I screamed and covered my eyes with my hands.

"What? Not like I'm not the one that bathes you."

I uncovered my eyes. "Still doesn't mean you can see me naked."

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Stop stalling. Sandro Salerno will be coming over in twenty minutes."

My eyes widened and a huge smile stretched my lips. "Really? Mom and dad agreed?"

Now here's the thing. My parents thought the world was a messed-up place and did everything to keep me away from the mess. Hence the high walls and home schooling and the hired friends and the only going out into the streets once a month unless it was a journey with my parents.

Sandro Salerno was the new boy whose family moved in next door a month ago. I accidentally saw him in the shower when I was in the music room on the third floor of our house.

We kind of made a connection and fell in love at first sight. We've made those our secret meeting places ever since, but we've never met in person. My parents wouldn't allow that, obviously, and I'd be banned from the music room once they found out.

"No." Yvonne said wiping off my smile. "But they'll be gone in fifteen minutes if you go down now for the meal."

"I love you, Yvonne!" I cried out and threw myself at her at the thought of finally meeting Sandro Salerno.

"Damn, you never said that to me before."

My eyes flew open to reveal a tanned, blond guy with intense blue eyes. I blinked. Sure enough, he had an eyebrow piercing and ear studs, he also had tattoos on his arms.

Devyn.

I started to roll my eyes but stopped.

Devyn!

"What... what are you doing in here?!" I quickly sat up.

"I just came in." He gave his one-sided smile-smirk and lifted a brow. "And I'm glad I did, I just got to hear you say you love me."

"No I..."

"Unless... You were dreaming, weren't you?" He slowly sat on my bed. "About me. What was I doing in your dream? Wait, you don't have a secret crush on your brother, do you?"

"No I wasn't..."

"You're a little devil, aren't you? Oh wow, and you got everyone into believing that you're some innocent soul..."

"I wasn't dreaming about you and I don't have a secret crush on you. What did you want from my room?"

"Nothing... Just wanted to know if you're skipping school today."

School... Reaching for my phone, it read 12.34. It was already lunch time and I missed the first two lessons. Oh crap.

My brother smiled as I jumped off the bed and grabbed a towel.

"How do you just sleep like that?" I heard him ask before I closed the door to the bathroom.

Forget being late, what type of crappy dream was that anyway?

Psychologically, there are two definitions of a dream. What do you think?

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