Chapter 3 No.3

He's completely shameless.

"Sounds like a 'you' problem." I shrug it off and leave him with his fan group as they slowly start to swarm him. His best friend saunters past me, the same swaggering walk as Dane, with a wink as he heads his way and gets an eyeroll in response. Another beefy hot boy, although that one isn't as pierced and inked as my brother.

Tyler and Dane are those two kids every high school has. Hot, muscular jock types who pair up young and have this bromance where they do everything in sync and become legends for the less worthy. Sometimes even the same girls.

Both are tall and self-confident and know they are hot and irresistible to certain types of girls. One is blondish and athletic with green eyes, and the other is dark-haired and stockier with grey eyes. Stereotypical bad behaviors and crappy attitudes, although Tyler at least has good grades and seems a little wiser and more maturer than Dane.

They are just two leaders of a sad little huddle of popular kids that sneer down their noses at all the lesser beings among us. As seniors, we are meant to be above all that, but his gang still pushes around the less fortunate at times and makes me despise everything about all of them.

My life was great until his mom moved to London almost six months ago and insisted he stay here to finish school, which meant moving in with us. It sucks to be the sister of the school's popular bad boy when all I want to do is get through this with the best grades and acceptance to my chosen university. Keep my head down, focus on my future, and not get caught up in all the drama that comes from living under the same roof as Dane Masters.

The overdramatic sigh from my left pulls my eyes towards the swooning figure of my best friend, Elisa, stepping out towards me. My lithe and graceful beauty. She has the lovesick look of a teen girl who is smitten with an unattainable man. Her eyes follow her long-term crush Tyler after he passes me, and she seems to dissolve into sighs as I turn my head to her.

"When will he ever notice I exist?" She mumbles, eyes still glued to her hunk from her down-tilted head angle as he walks to Dane, and the two stop to talk, aware of their coven ogling them. This is their morning routine of standing in the walkway as everyone arrives to get maximum ego boosting. Prime view for all their girls to view, croon and praise them as we all make our way into school.

"When will you get a clue and give up on a guy who has been your classmate since kindergarten and still doesn't know your name? Tyler is as much of a loser as Dane." I tut at her, slide my arm in hers, and yank her with me to head to registry class.

"It's not that he doesn't know it... it's just he has never needed to use it." She always tries to make the same excuse and catches my death glare, quieting her protest.

"Exactly. Same class since you could barely walk, and he has never spoken one word to you. He has never even made eye contact with you. Get a new crush.... one that sees you. You deserve better." I chastise her, pulling on the maternal frowny face that's a replica of my mother scolding me, and Elisa sags as we walk. Her long auburn hair falls over her face and hides her black-rimmed glasses from view entirely, so all I get is a dainty chin and pouty lips.

"I can't just give up on my heart's one true desire I have harbored all these years. No one is as perfect as Tyler. One day, he will speak to me." She exhales heavily, her tone dreamy, and I sigh, only in exasperation.

I eyeroll at this familiar line of conversation. Knowing my friend is a romantic moron with low self-esteem and could pull any guy she wanted if she stopped hiding in her hair and running away to hide in corners whenever anyone dared to talk to her.

Elisa isn't ugly; she's pretty in her own natural way with pale, freckled, flawless skin and huge puppy brown eyes that are perfectly almond-shaped and framed with the darkest lashes for a redhead. She is a tall and slender creature with a delicate bone structure. She has the most symmetrical face I have ever seen; if she stopped staring at her feet, others would also notice it. I always felt like she could be truly stunning if she tied her hair back, lifted her head, and started tailoring her clothes from baggy to fitted.

She's your typical smart nerd girl who is awkward and pays no attention to clothes or her hair and, despite her love of cosmetics, never wears much. She's painfully shy and stutters when anyone who is not me talks to her, which is why no one does. She has glasses and braces, which don't take away from her beauty, but she is so self-conscious that she lets her bangs grow out so she can hide in a veil of soft red-brown all day long. So everyone thinks she is some weird recluse.

If it wasn't for being my best friend since birth, I am sure she would have fallen victim to bullying years ago, but I'm too vocal and strong-willed for that BS, and being class president means no one looks at me the wrong way either. My dad donates so much money to this school that no one would ever dare annoy me and, of course, asshole Dane. No one would pick on his sister if they wanted to stay alive.

"Come on." I drag her along, putting speed into our steps as I catch sight of the wall clock inside the glass wall front entrance to our high school. "I want to get in early and set up for first class. It's presentation day." I smile to myself, confident in my work and research for this subject, sure I will get top marks like I always do. I spent the last week cramming like a maniac, double-checking, working hard, and crossing all my T's. Dane may be hopping on for credit, but I know I am the reason our group will get an A in this, and that loser will only fail in some other way.

It's inevitable.

"I don't want to talk. Can you do it?" Elisa is already freaking out about something she knows I will do anyway. The girl is sometimes overly anxious and uptight when she should know, as her appointed best friend, I would never let her suffer.

"Of course. I know the drill. I'll do the talk if you switch up the slides, and Denny can deal with the model and props. Roseanna can stand with you at the projector laptop and help." I already have it all planned out. And if that idiot brother of mine is implying he joined our group, he can stand at the side and do what he does best ... far away from me. Distract half the low IQ big-busted girls in the class so they don't ask stupid questions, yawn, and eyeroll, and make out like we are somehow ruining their day.

"Kay. You're the best, Koala Bear." Elisa gives me an arm squeeze and rests her head on my shoulder so her hair shield falls over her face entirely, and she relies on me to guide her way.

My girl is a beauty product genius who makes her own and always comes up with the best-smelling stuff. She smells like coconuts and mango today, and I turn and sniff her shampoo with appreciation. This smells new and possibly Elisa-made.

We bonded over science as little kids - what with her love of making potions and lotions and my dream of becoming an animal doctor. Her mission in life is to create animal cruelty-free and vegan brands as organic as possible and with locally sourced ingredients.

"New shampoo?" I ask in curiosity, dodging a teacher as we turn into the hall, and we both nod a good morning in passing. The sun beams in the massive wall of glass that covers half the school as it hits higher in the sky, making us squint until the automatic tinted windows kick in and blur out some of it. We head to the science department on the ground floor to offload our bags. A perk of attending the state's most exclusive and expensive school means we have no shortage of tech and gadgets. A low student population of those whose parents can afford it and a high number of qualified teachers.

"Hmmm. I brought you a bottle too. It's great for highlighted blonde hair like yours. I added extra moisturizing properties to combat this Florida sun." Elisa lets go of me as we stop outside the automatic doors of the science rooms, brightened with a mix of artificial and natural light, given the entire downstairs has glass walls between all classes. She follows me inside.

"Awesome. Come on, champ... let's get to work and knock this out of the park."