Jonathan and Emily were in the library again, Emily's hair pulled back into a bun to prevent her from tugging at it in frustration. They'd long since moved on from special right triangles and exact answers of angles, though a small part of Emily wished that they hadn't; the newer trigonometric rules and equations were much harder. Her mind was whirling in confusion as Jonathan looked over her work, a small frown tugging down the corners of his lips.

            "It's pathetic, isn't it?" Emily smiled weakly, and Jonathan sighed. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, though it somehow managed to stay in its effortless style. "It's okay, I won't be offended if you say it is, I know I'm horrible at math, hell, that's why I have a tutor — not that you're a bad tutor — but I just can't seem to grasp this concept and I'm rambling because I'm nervous and—"

             Jonathan cut Emily off, holding his hand up with a small smile. "You're not pathetic, nowhere near it, in fact. I've seen way worse, trust me." He paused, taking a moment to glance back over the notebook filled with almost illegible scribbles of equations and graphs. Jonathan cleared his throat. "I actually think I've found what keeps throwing you off."

              At this, Emily leaned forward in her seat, eager to finally solve the problem. "What, what is it?" As Jonathan pushed the notebook back towards her and began explaining, a flash of blonde caught Emily's eye. It was the girl from a couple days before, Emily's thoughts returning to what the girl had said to her.

            "Emily? Emily? Are you paying attention, because I really don't want to have to explain this for a third time—"

             "Excuse me for a moment, Jonathan. I've got to go to the bathroom for, um, girl stuff." Emily lied effortlessly, scooting back her chair and standing up. "I'll be right back, I promise." Jonathan flushed at the mention of girl stuff, quickly gesturing for Emily to leave to the bathroom as fast as possible.

            "Uh right, of course. I, uh, I hope everything's okay?" Jonathan said stiffly, hilariously uncomfortable. Emily giggled, smiling broadly at him as she looked again for the girl out of the corner of her eye. "Right, I shouldn't delay you from getting to your...stuff..."

             Walking away from her tutor, Emily headed in the direction of the bathroom before making a beeline to the right. She'd seen the girl peeking around the corner of the Romance section and she soon found her leaning against one of the bookshelves, a copy of Romeo and Juliet clutched in her grasp. The blonde's head shot upwards at the sound of Emily's approach, setting the book aside carelessly and working her face into a sneer.

              "Miss Emily Rose. To what do I owe this pleasure?" The girl greeted, crossing her arms almost defensively.

               "Don't you think it's weird that you know my name but I don't know yours?" Emily replied smoothly. "In other words, I'd love to know your name. And if you're feeling chatty, why you hate me so much." The blonde girl's glare was suddenly replaced by a frown.

              "You don't know who I am?" The change in the girl's voice was scary. She'd gone from confident and mean to shy and afraid in less than a moment. Emily's face soon mirrored the girl's confusion, wondering why the change in demeanor had occurred. "He hasn't told you about me, he hasn't said anything at all?"

             "I'm sorry, am I supposed to know what you're talking about?" Emily said confusedly. "Who is he?" The girl let out a sad laugh, shaking her head.

             "He's my Romeo," she began, gesturing towards the book she'd placed back on the shelf, "and I'm his Juliet." She took a breath, staring at her feet. "I know I am. I have to be. He told me that he cared, he promised I was different. He swore that I wouldn't be like all those other girls." Emily was even more confused, if that was possible. The girl's words made no sense to her. Blondie fell silent, tilting her head as though she was thinking deeply about something. After an awkward pause, the air filled with tension, the she spoke again: "Jenna Bryers."

              Emily blinked. "What?"

             "You are stupid." Jenna laughed, her voice becoming cold again. "That's my name, Emily Rose. Don't forget it, because you'll probably be seeing me again." With that, she grabbed her book from the shelf once again and walked away, leaving Emily behind to think about what she'd said.

             "Why does it take you so long to get ready? Literally all I do is throw on a shirt and maybe a pair of pants and head out the door."

              Emily choked, almost dropping her hair curler as she turned to stare widely at her older brother. The said boy was making himself comfortable on Emily's bed, a pillow holding up his feet and one of her blankets wrapped around his body. "What do you mean, Andy, maybe a pair of pants!?"

            Andy shrugged, pushing himself up into a sitting position and tracing the outline of Emily's headboard with his pinky. "I mean, pants are really uncomfortable when you think about it. It makes it so much harder to do a split or go swimming in the pool."

           "I don't think you can do a split, Andrew Wilson." Emily narrowed her eyes. "Are you trying to tell me that you've gone out before without wearing pants?"

           "Don't tell mom." Andy grinned. "Besides, not wearing pants is useful for other things too. It's so much easier to take off your clothes when there isn't anything to take off, you'd be surprised how much the girls appreciate it when—"

          "OH MY GOD, EW NO, NO, NO, GET OUT!" Emily shrieked, dropping her hair curler onto her vanity and throwing the nearest thing she could find at her brother, which happened to be her hairspray. With a satisfying thump, the canister hit Andy across the head, causing him to fall dramatically off Emily's bed and onto the floor. "GET OUT, ANDREW WILSON, OR I'M TELLING MOM!"

            "Jesus, I was joking!" Andy yelped, laughing as Emily continued to screech. "I would never, ever, leave the house without pants. It would totally ruin my reputation." Halting her screaming, Emily sat back down, glaring icily at her brother.

            "That wasn't funny. My poor, poor, virgin mind." She huffed, picking up the curling iron and checking to make sure it hadn't singed anything. "I can't believe I have a perverted little twelve year old as an older brother."

           "I can't believe I have a sloth for a younger sister." Andy shot back, and Emily's glare deepened. "Okay, okay, I take it back! I'm sorry, oh great, wise, wonderful supreme leader Emily Rose, the queen of all!"

          "That's more like it. Now come along slave, it's New Year's and I'm gonna party tonight!" With a wink in her brother's direction, Emily finished curling her hair and grabbed phone from her nightstand, quickly making her way downstairs and to the car, Andy hot on her heels.

          "Jesus, can you go any faster, woman?" Andy complained sarcastically, hurrying to keep up with his baby sister despite his long legs. At this, Emily laughed, shaking her hair pack into her brother's face so that he snorted and tripped down the last few stairs.

           "And here I was thinking that you thought I was a sloth. My, my, someone's indecisive." Emily teased, heading to the kitchen to grab her keys.

          "It's not my fault you took so long to get ready!"

         "Shut up, you flat-assed buffoon. You think I look this good naturally?" Emily smirked, turning back to face Andy. The boy gasped, slapping a hand over his heart dramatically as he heard her comment.

         "Excuse you, my ass is far from flat!" Andy protested loudly. "Even you have to admit that I have a damn good ass, way better than yours, here, smack it!"

         Emily choked again. "I'm not going to hit your ass, Andy!"

         "Hit it!" Andy demanded, moving his hips so that his butt was out towards her. Emily let out a high pitched squeal, making a mad dash towards the door and to the safety of her car, Andy chasing after her.

        "I'm not going anywhere near that ass, who knows where it's been?"

        "Hit it!"

        "No!"

        "Hit it!"

           The car was mostly silent, Emily having taken to ignoring her brother after the ass-slapping fiasco. The boy had been relentless, chasing his younger sister out of the house down the street before she resorted to taking measures into her own hands, threatening to kick him in a more precious area. While Emily was perfectly relaxed, scrolling casually through the pictures on her phone, the same could not be said for Andy. The boy was fidgeting in his seat, unable to stop chewing at his lip as he stared at his sister, something she'd said earlier crossing his mind. The silence was becoming too much for him, and he finally decided to break it.

          "I have to — Are you really a virgin?" He blurted out, eyes widening when he realized what he'd just asked his younger sister. Andy clapped a hand over his mouth, and Emily dropped her phone. She had never been so glad for the screen separated drivers from the passengers as she flushed a deep shade of red.

           "What the hell, Andy?" Emily nearly screeched reminding herself that they weren't alone in the car, and that the screen would not protect her completely from a nosy driver. "You do not ask your younger sister that sort of question!"

"I'm sorry, I know, I know. It's just — I can't help but wonder, okay? You said, 'my poor virgin mind' or whatever, and now, I don't know!" Andy exclaimed, flustered as well as he flung his hands around in the backseat of the vehicle.

           Fuming, Emily crossed her arms. "Well, asshole, I'll have you know that it's none of your damn business if I'm a virgin or not, and that's just a saying." She hissed, her narrowed eyes more intimidating and pronounced by the dark eyeshadow and winged eyeliner she was wearing. The car was beginning to come to a halt, signaling that they had reached their destination. Emily could already hear music blasting from the house as she reached for her bag.

          "Em — I swear, I really didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out and I—"

          Andy was cut off by the slamming of the car door, Emily already up and gone.