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He Is NOT My Brother:

Prologue: He is Such a Sexy Badass:

"Wow… your mom's tied the knot again?" my red-headed best friend Jamie ask, while peering through my window deviously, "and he came with a sexy as sin son."

"Yeah." I told her flatly, "Is he the reason you're peeping out the window?"

"God yes. He is sexy."

Licking her lips like a kitten awaiting her milk, she adds "Tall. Built, but not too built. Mysterious dark eyes. Can I move in?"

I grimace and move to stand behind her, looking over her head. At 5'7 I was always taller than most girls my age. I couldn't care now, because I've filled out. I wasn't a beanpole, but finally inherit my mothers curves. Tall and boy thin: no. Tall and curvy: totally yes.

My new stepbrother was recline against the bark of our tree in a slosh with a cigarette perch in his pillowed, pink lips. Leather jacket. Floppy black hair. Beat up chucks. He was your typical all around bad boy. Nickolas... or Fang's quiet and keeps to himself mostly. It's been two weeks since him and my step dad moved in and I've heard him speak only, like, four words. And that was only to correct his dad. "My name's actually Fang."

Otherwise he never spoke.

And it was frustrating. I wanted to know who the kid was, like why did he prefer Fang?

Fang wore a necklace The necklace was a metal sculpture fang, strung through a knotted thick black cord. Alongside was a pair of an onyx wing charm, overlapping one another in a curvy 'x'.

I wonder if that had something to do with his name?

"Max you're so lucky." She mutter.

"I wouldn't say that. He doesn't even speak."

"So. Maybe he's just shy or something. Besides he's sexy!"

He wasn't that sexy.

Okay, maybe he was kinda cute or whatever. But sexy? No.

So what if his face was flawless? And so what if he had alluring deep brown eyes? And so what if he was tall and had a nice, perfect, body...

Didn't mean he was sexy.

"Seriously Max, you can't say hes'... oh my god! He's looking right at us!"

Oh shit. "What?"

Whatever she said glides off me like water because I wasn't listing. I feel my whole face heat up as I lock eyes with him. I didn't even think. I grab Jamie's arm and dive us both to the floor, hard. We land in a pile of tangle limps.

I moan.

That was stupid.

"Was that really necessary?" Jamie ask, fixing her hair.

"Yes!" I snap.

"Why? He's just your brother. Who cares if he saw you looking at him."

I care. And.. "he's NOT my brother!"

Just some stupid, cute guy I had to live with.

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