Ryan started XC today, so I finally didn't have to worry about her snobby attitude infecting my car for a while.

A familiar voice was yelling my name. I turned to see who it was and let out an annoyed sigh. It was no other than Ryan's huggy, twirly friend, Wyatt. He was someone I wasn't expecting would walk up to me at his own will.

I reluctantly waited for him to catch up to me.

When he finally caught up to me, I didn't give him the most welcoming of looks. "What do you want, Brookes?"

"Oh, so you found out my last name." Wyatt pointed out.

"I usually check on guys who associate themselves with my sister."

"What'd you find out?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing." I started to walk to my parking spot, Wyatt following, interested in knowing more.

"Well that's good isn't it?"

"No."

I continued walking away and Wyatt still followed.

"So, I was thinking," he said. "Since I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time with your sister," I tightened my fists. "we should probably hang out. Get to know each other."

I ignored him.

"Who knows maybe we would actually-"

I interrupted him. "Look, I know what you're trying to do here. Get on my good side. Look like you have nothing to hide. Maybe even earn a little respect from the juniors. Very smart, but not a good idea."

Wyatt gave me a confused look and shrugged. "I'm not a bad guy, Colton."

"So there isn't even the slightest possibility that you are trying to get in my sister's pants?"

His face then turned red in the cheeks, proving my suspicion.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I opened my car door and slid in my car.

"No, Colton! It's not like that!" he yelled, but I could barely hear through my car door. I showed him the finger after rolling down my window. I slowly back out of the parking space and almost hit him in the process.

Wyatt sent me an angry look, but that didn't stop me from staying a little longer to tell him something. "You're never getting anywhere near my sister again."

Finally, I drive out of the school parking lot and make my way towards Bridget's house.

***

You know a girl is amazing when getting her out of bed is the hard part. Bridget was definitely making my top ten!

She laid next to me -completely out of breath- in only her bra. I was breathing heavily beside her as she snuggled up against me. I had no idea what she was trying to do. Make me stay longer?

"Please don't leave just yet." she wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself closer to my bare chest.

"You know there's nothing I'd rather do than spend all day holding you right here," I said, holding her in return. "But I really have to go soon."

She sighed and grabbed her panties and pulled them up to cover herself.  "Okay, but then that means you don't get a round two." She climbed on top of me and smiled seductively.

Okay, I admit, she's convinced me. I smiled at her and pulled her against me. "And if I were to stay," I brushed the hair out of her face. "what exactly would round two include?"

No reply came from her. She made her way to my waist and I could feel my excitement rise again. "Maybe I could stay for a few more minutes."

***

Right when I walked through the door, my dad was waiting for me in the hallway. His arms were crossed in front of him; he was clearly angry over something. Most likely me. It's always me.

"It's almost midnight," Dad pointed out. "Where were you?"

"You really need to start getting used to the fact that this is when I will be coming home."

"Do I?" He tried not to yell, but he was having trouble containing his anger. "I need to get used to the fact that you are sleeping with these teenage girls and screwing with their emotions so late in the night?"

I laughed. "Yeah, pretty much."

"You don't even understand how wrong what you're doing is. I don't know how I raised you to turn into this self-centered, sex addict!"

"What can I say? I like to fuck! It's not my fault that I'm sexy and good at driving the girls insane." I started to walk off, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the family room and threw me onto the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"  He looked like he would say something more, but he just shook his head and left for his bedroom. His room was on this floor, down the hall.

What did he mean, what's wrong with me? Nothing was wrong with me!

I sighed, rolled off the couch, and walked upstairs. Walking passed Ryan's room, I realized she was still awake. I walked in and was only greeted with a glare as she turned my way.

"What do you want, Colty?" I hated the nickname she had for me.

"I can't talk to my sister without an ulterior motive?" I questioned her, jokingly.

"You always have an ulterior motive."

"Not this time," I assured her. This time I actually didn't really have anything up my sleeve. I just didn't feel like going to bed.

"What happened earlier today?" She was suddenly so serious. It scared me a bit, because a serious Ryan was an frustrating bitch.

"Not much, considering it's only twenty-five minutes into the day." I smiled at my attempt to annoy her.

"Fine, we'll play it your way." She sat up straight, facing me, readying herself to repeat her question. "What happened yesterday afternoon with you and Wyatt?"

I had to say that that was not a question I was expecting. It wasn't a question I wanted to answer, either. "He's not the type of person you would want to be hanging out with. He had the wrong thing in mind." I knew what kinds of things teenage guys thought and the way Ryan dressed, those thoughts would go into even the most innocent of hearts.

"He is, actually." I didn't expect her to agree with me. She never did.

"Is that so?" I challenged.

"Yes," she said, with pure confidence. "Wyatt is the nicest guy I've ever met. He is funny, he never lets me down, and his eyes never leave mine while I'm talking. Unlike all those other jerks I talk to."

"All guys want just one thing."

"Not Wyatt."

"He's a guy."

"A good guy."

"Whatever. Get screwed over. See if I care."

"Jerk."

"Slut."

"Bye, Colton."

I rolled my eyes and exited the room immigrating into mine. I stripped down to my boxers and jumped into bed.

Laying there by myself made me think about sex.  A lot. I couldn't help it! What else is a horny teenage guy supposed to think about in the middle of the night? Drugs were nothing compared to how I felt whenever I was with a girl. Screw getting drunk and high, I'd rather be drunk on sex.

For some weird reason, I couldn't help but think about and feel sorry for the way I treated Wyatt yesterday. Could it be when I asked him about wanting to have sex with her he was just embarrassed that I would ask him that? He was only a freshman after all. He could be different. He could be a nice guy.

I shook that thought away. Impossible.

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