CLAIMED BY MY BROTHER'S BEST-FRIEND

"Fuck, Harder! Fuck me harder you little piece of shit!" I scrunch my nose at the obnoxious sounds that come from the stall right next to me. Leave it to students of Westwood high to do this stupid shit when it's already the first period.

"Fuck!'" She groans and I shut my eyes, wondering why that voice sounds so familiar to me. Whoever is banging the chick inside that room definitely has no mercy, I bet she'll even be able to make it through the rest of the school day.

Deciding it's none of my business, I begin to make my way out of the room but the next choice of curse words that fell from the girl's lips stops my movement and time suddenly freezes.

"Oh my God! Alvin, right there! Fuck me harder, Alvin!"

Alvin? Did she.. did she just call Alvi? I turn on my heels, staring back at the door as my heart drums repeatedly against my chest, my breathing harder as I bore holes into the door.

It can't be, right? I shake my head, stopping myself before I can move further.

"You're so fucking loud, just keep it down for some damn minutes!"

The world starts to spin as I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the scream that's about to tear off my lips with my eyes stil focused on the door.

I can recognize that voice anywhere and at any given time of the day because it's always in my head and now, I'm listening to it fuck a lady? In there? Alvin, my boyfriend, whom I love so much is currently banging a girl in there. The bastard is fucking cheating on me!

"I don't think I'll be able to live through the rest of the day. My legs can barely stand on their own, you fucked me up, Alvin."

The girl hisses and now that it's her normal voice and not the shrill voice that she was using moments ago, it sounds so much familiar and yet,I can't seem to point out who she is.

"You asked for it. Now, let's get out of here before anyone comes here and sees us."

"Afraid your little girlfriend is going to find out you're banging another girl?"

He chuckles at that. Not even feeling remorse for what he just did.

"She knows better than to think I would stay loyal to her. "

"Good girls do have thoughts of being able to change bad boys into good men. She's no exception. " She laughs and I want nothing more than to push her head down the toilet sink so she wouldn't ever be able to open that mouth again.

"Don't talk about her like that, she's changing me after all" Says the guy that just fucked a girl and has been doing it from the start. I'm truly amazed at how stupid she is not to have known."

"It's called love, baby. My little girlfriend loves me too much. " They both laugh and I watch as the door opens which causes their laughs to seize when their gazes meet mine.

Tears prick the corner of my eyes as I stare at Alvin's wide eyes. He looks like a thief that has finally been caught red-handed.

Quinn says no words, only stares up at Alvin whose eyes haven't left me yet. "I'll leave you guys to sort

things out. "

She gives me a small smile and I watch as she leans on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Alvin's cheek and if that didn't fuel the anger in me, I don't know what would have.

"That was a good fuck, babe. I'lIl see you later. " She gives me one more mocking smile before walking out of the room and my gaze finally settles on the motherfucker I thought was the one for me.

How stupid could I have been? This bastard is known to be a fuckboy and I should have declined his proposal the moment I could but what did naive Abigail do? I accepted it, thinking the bastard truly loved me. Oh, how wrong I was.

"Abigail, I... " He starts and I shake my head, holding up my hand to silence him.

"Abigail please, let me.."

"Whatever you're going to say, just keep it to your damn self. I don't want to listen, how long has this been going on? How long have you been fucking her?"

Guilt crosses over his features and he moves his gaze away from me, suddenly finding interest in his fingernails.

"A month. "My boyfriend has been cheating on me for a whole fucking month, right under my nose, with a chick I thought was my friend and didn't even realize it.

"How could you, Alvin?"

"I'm sorry, Abigail. I never meant for this to come out like this. I just... I promised you, she's the only one. She's the only one I've ever cheated on you with.

"I never touched any girl through the first months of our relationship, I swear to God. I love you,

Abigail ".

That spike something in me and before I can stop myself, my palm collides with his cheek and I watch as his eyes widen, his hand rubbing over his cheek as if he didn't Vince's little sister's cherry.

He laughs, seeming proud of himself. While I had thought this bastard was the right guy to give myself to, he was only thinking about making a damn reputation for himself.

'Say hi to your brother for me, you can tell him about how much I learned from him too. He was after all the biggest fuck boy in this school. I'll see you around, girlfriend.

I'm furious and don't even know what to say anymore, my boyfriend is a cheat and yet very proud of his elf! why is he asking me to mail my brother? Does this means he is in some kind of competition with my brother on how to fuck and combed girls or what? I don't get it.

"Abigail, wait!" I turn around just in time before opening the door to see Lucy, the closest girl I've ever been to, running towards me with her books in hand. Her brown curly hair bouncing off her shoulders as she tries to hold her glasses from falling off.

She grabs hold of my arm when she's close enough as she tries to catch on her breath while I swipe my palm down my face to get rid of any evidence that I had been crying.

"Damn, I have been calling you. What the hell is going on? Where are you heading to?" She raises her brows as her hazel eyes move Over my shoulder and I give her a small smile, pulling on the straps of my bag

tighter.

"I'm heading home. I don't think I'm feeling too well. "

My heart hurts. That's weird. You were fine moments ago until you had to go to the bathroom. You should go then, I would have walk you home but I have math as my next period and you know how I feel about that subject.

"She groans, readjusting her glasses, and I let out a soft chuckle, raising my hand to ruffle her hair to which she responds with a glare-just like she always does.

Now, there's no special back story about how Lucy and I became friends. She didn't save me from bullies and I didn't spend my childhood with her like all those fictional characters. Our friendship is no special one; We met here and realized we both had some common interest in things, then we clicked off.

"Hey! Don't mess up my hair!"

She warns, smoothing her hands down her hair and readjusting her glasses once more before her gaze falls back on mine and for some weird reason, she tilts her head to the side almost as if she's examining me or something.

"Have you been crying, Abigail" Fuck. Is it that obvious?

"What? No! Of course not! Why- why would I be crying?" I laugh, swiping my hands all over my face to smooth the slightly damped skin.

"I'm not. It's just your imagination". She raises her brows at me before shaking her head.

"You look like you've been crying though, there are wet trails over your cheeks; that isn't lying. This isn't just about you being sick, is it? Something happened?"

"You should go get ready for your next period, Lucy. Nothing happened, really. I told you, I'm just not feeling well. " I shrug and she stays silent, her eyes studying my face before she nods.

"You're probably right. I will leave, but please phone me once you get home safe. Don't worry about me." I nod.

"By the way, have you spoken to Alvin? I saw him earlier and," I wish I could tell her the truth about everything but no I'm not going to tell her anything.

"I really need to get going, Lucy. I'll let you know once I'm home! Bye!" I dash out the door before she could say anything else.

I'l rather not listen to anything that has to do with him.

That mother-fucking two faced cheating bastard. The two faced cheating bastard I fell blindly in love with. When I said I was going to head home. I had two plans.

One is to get a large bowl of ice cream and drown me in the shitty world of heart aches and heart breaks Two. Try to figure out what the fuck went wrong with me. Why I wasn't enough for him.

Why I'm never enough for anyone. What I didn't expect is the first thing I'll see to be the flawless face of my fucking brother.

"What are you doing here?"

The words leave my parted lips before I could stop to think about what I was about to say and Vince raises his eyebrows at me.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I live here, baby sister, or am I not allowed to come here any longer?"

He smirks, opening the door wide open for me to come in, which is exactly what I do with my eyes still following his movements.

Why did he have to be here all days? I'm very sure he would make a big deal out of me coming home earlier than I should.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school or something?"

"You're the one to talk. "

He crosses his arms against his chest, as Cowl set upon his beautiful face that I would like to at least throw a punch at one day, Maybe that will stop everyone from making me feel so less of myself because of my pertect brother.

It's really unhealthy to have these thoughts when the said brother does nothing but cares deeply about you, even though he's being a jerk sometimes. I know Vince truly cares about me, but that isn't always enough, and I sometimes blame him for all this.

Even if he tries his possibly best to protect me from it, people will always view me as the little sister that lives in the shadow of her perfect handsome brother whiIe used to not care about, until it got to a point where they started toying with my feelings or where the girls he had fucked and dumped took their anger out on me.

Being the little sister to the biggest playboy at Westwood high doesn't always come easy when you're nothing like your brother and Alvin is just the height of it all.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"

"Will you really stare at me all day or you 're going to answer my fucking questions? Why the hell are you home so early? Did something happen at school and why the hell have you been Crying ?"

And when your brother knows nothing about everything that's been going on because of him, you just let yourself drown in your misfortunes.

"I'm not feeling well and I haven't been Crying."

My eyes move across the room and I visibly relax when there's no sign of mother around. It would be a totally different case if that woman was here.

"Abigail you would never leave school even if you're on the brink of death. That's how much of a nerd you are."

He rolls his eyes, and I let out a scoff.

"I'm not a nerd, stop calling me that and I seriously don't have it in me to talk to you right now so can you just. Stay away or something?"

I walk away but of course, being the perfect brother that he is, he just had to stop me.

"I'm serious now, Abigail. Who made you cry: Give me a name." You, Vince. You made me cry.

"And what will you do if I give you a name? , "Let the fucking bastard that did this know no one makes my little sister cries except me."

"And how are you so sure" it's a boy He smirks at that, shrugging. "I've handled too many girls and I've become too familiar with their problems. I know it's a boy, Abigail , so tell me.

Who broke my little Abigail's heart?"

"Vincent Greene. "

I mutter blankly, and he looks confused for a moment before glaring at me. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"That you've always caused my problems. "It means you. I thought you were familiar with girl's problems?"

I mimic his voice and he laughs, lost in thoughts before that smirk I hate too much covers his face.

"Abigail, you understand I'm your brother, right? Like your biological brother?" Where the hell is this dumbass driving?

"Which means I Can't give you what you're asking for, little sister. I know I'm attractive and all, but you really shouldn't be having wet dreams about your brother. "Fuckoff!"

I scowl before turning around to walk up to my room, his loud laugh booming through the entire house.

It was stupid to think he would understand.

"It was stupid to have ever thought you would love me. I was the stupid one, but I never regretted it, Bash. "

I roll my eyes as I take a large spoon of the Ice cream, staring at my screen which I'm getting irritated at Plan one.

Eat a large bowl of ice cream and

drown myself in the shitty world of heartaches and heartbreaks which is why I'm currently in my pajamas, tissues at my side, a large bowl of ice cream in hand as I scowl at the third heartbreaking movie I have watched on Netflix.

I dip my spoon back into the bowl and bring out nothing, bringing me to the realization that I finished the large bowl of ice cream in under five hours.

I groan before kicking the bowl off my bed, pausing the movie and sliding off the duvet to get another bowl. I should have just bought two together earlier.

I walk down the stairs with my eyes moving across the room out of habit and I walk towards the kitchen, opening the freezer and pulling out a large bowl of ice cream.

I stare at the second bowl that's sitting there, ready to be devoured by me and debating whether to take both.

I've been munching on this thing for hours, and I know it's going to come back at me He rolls his tongue around his lip ring as he smiles to something my brother is saying, his single left side dimple showing with his muscles straining against his black t-shirt that hugs him too tight for no damn reason as he raises his right hand to tap my brother. I can't help but to observe that he now has full sleeve tattoos disappearing into his t-shirt and damn, if that isn't hot then I don't know what is.

He's there, looking so hot, which leads to me staring back at myself. Oversized pajamas, a messy bun in head with a large bowl of ice cream in hand and probably dried trails of tears across my cheeks from me crying too much.

It's the first time I 'll see this man again since he went off to college and yet, this is the first impression I give; not that it matters anyway, but still. I wish I could curl into a ball and disappear right now.

Right on cue, his head snaps to my direction and our eyes meet, his wide grin slowly disappearing as his eyes takes over my body and I stare down at my feet, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Abigail, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Vince's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I gulp in as I raise my gaze to Sinclair once before meeting Vince's.

"Sorry, I didn't know someone was around. You should have fucking warned me, you ass hat!"

"It's fine, little Greene. Wouldn't be the first time I see you in pajamas. "

Sinclair smiles. He hasn't forgotten that silly nickname he gave me and for some weird reason; I grin back.

"Hi, I breathe, cursing my voice for sounding so high pitched.

"It's good to see you again." I finally settle on the politest choice of words I could come up with and Sinclair nods. "Same for you, little Greene. You've grown prettier. "

His eyes take me in again, and I blush stupidly under his intense gaze. Well, it's Sinclair Leovough, you wouldn't expect less. "Don't fucking hit on her. " Vince hiss and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not. I'm just telling her the truth. You don't think your little sister grew pretty?" Little sister. Of course Vince rolls his eyes before meeting my gaze once again. "I have somewhere to go with this fucker so just tell mom when she gets back!"