Alex Pettyfer As Blake

Kennedy

"Blake! I swear if you're wearing my black t-shi-"

"I'm not wearing you're damn t-shirt!" He shouts back at me with the same attitude from his room. I grab my bag, throwing it on my shoulders as I quickly rush my shoes on.

"Well then come in here and show me which t-shirt you're wearing!" I shout to him, surprised my father isn't hitting his head off the walls at this point.

"I don't need to show you anything!" He shouts, and I can hear him quickly run down the stairs. He's trying to escape. Big mistake.

"Blake, you cannot hide from me!" I shout as I run downstairs after him, but just as I reach the bottom, he's started his car and is backing out of the drive.

"Hey Asshole!" I shout as I run out after him, very quickly I'm grabbed by my dad who drags me indoors. He looks at me, face stern, and I know I shouldn't annoy him, but I just couldn't take him seriously.

"Where do you think you're going Kennedy?" He asks, tapping his foot before pointing a finger at me and wiggling it up and down.

"You know I was thinking about going to school, but suddenly realised that signing up for prostitution would be a much more effective use of my time," I smile, opening the door so that I can leave.

"As much as I hate to agree," he glares at me, "You're already dressed like a Prostitute." He points at me once again, and I look at my chest, quickly realising that I didn't put a t-shirt on.

"Damn that asshole," I sigh, running upstairs to cover all decency I have. "Blake stole my shirt from me!" I shout down to my father, who waits in the lounge for me as I shove on the first thing I can see, which happens to be imagine dragons merch, it's faint, but still wearable.

"Happy?" I ask my dad as I sprint down the stairs to the door, he smiles and opens the door for me.

"More than happy sweetheart," he smiles as I gently kiss him on the cheek and run out to my car. "Have a good day!" He shouts as I back out of the drive, dedicated to catch my brother.

I know he picks up Connor at half past, which means if I grab Clair and race him to the school I can beat him, and revel in screaming at him for stealing my beautiful black t-shirt.

I pull up to Clair's house and beep the horn twice, which she knows means we need to hurry. At the start of the year we'd arranged a system so that if I was in a hurry I'd beep twice, and if my world was crashing down I'd beep three times.

So far, three beeps had never been used.

Clair very quickly runs out of the house and jumps into the car, knowing that I never use two beeps for nothing. "What's up?" She asks as she fixes her brown wavy hair.
"Who are you ready to murder?" She narrows her eyes as her smile gets bigger.

"What makes you think I'm ready to murder someone?"I ask, speeding down the street as fast as I can, Blake was going to regret stealing my things.

"Because Ken...you're wearing more eyeliner than Gerard Way." She laughs, "but you look hot so you're good."

   "Gerard Way? What is this, 2009?" I smile, noticing how my eyeliner did smudge while I chucked my shirt on.

"Blake..." I answer her question, "I'm going to kill Blake." I turn to her for a split second before getting my eyes head back to the road, "he's going to regret annoying his big sister."

Clair then bursts out laughing at me, and I roll my eyes before asking her what she finds so funny. "I love how you constantly say that he's your little brother like he's twelve."

"He has the maturity of a twelve year old," I mumble under my breath, in which Clair laughs in response.

"What boy doesn't," she smiles." But Ken he's fifteen minutes younger than you, and twice your size and build."

"So?"

"So I think you should refer to him as your twin and not your younger brother."

  "Bu-"

  "No buts," she laughs as we pull into the school car park, my eyes scanning the area for Blake and Connor.

  Just as I go to park my car, someone else cuts in and steals it from me, officially tipping me over the edge.

   "Hey asshole, move your car before I ram my car into yours and force it out of my space!" I shout as they get out of the car, they look around and realise there a small crowd of people watching before crawling back into their car and reversing out.

   "Sometimes you terrify me," Clair blatantly states as we laugh, I pull the car in and turn the keys to the ignition off.

   "He's here!" I shout as Blake and Connor pull into the car park and find a space, and before Clair can say anything I'm out of the car and on my way towards him.

    He's doesn't see me, but with a quick shout he turns around and smirks at me, pretending he's brave because his friend is with him.
"Any particular reason you ran out of the house quickly?" I tap my foot impatiently.

   "Nope," he smiles as he turns to walk away from me.

   Clair grabs me before I launch myself at him, and Connor gently smiles at me before turning away and following Blake.

   But for a split second, he turns with a smug look on his face, and lifts up his hoodie.

    And he's wearing my damn t-shirt.

******

"Well, looks like the applications in for University," Clair smiles happily at me as we get our things from our locker. "I'm desperate to study Shakespeare once it get there," She very happily announces, and I wrap my arms around her, happy that she'll get to go where she actually wants, that she actually has a choice.

   "What about you?" She asks me, her face slighter softer, "have you spoken to your dad yet?"

   "Nah, no point." I state, taking my English jotters and books out and placing them in my bag. "He wants me close by so he doesn't end up alone once both Blake and I are gone."

   "Can you blame him?"

    Clair's words hit me for a second, of course I want him to be happy and I want to be there for him, but I couldn't put my whole life on hold until he was ready to let me go.

  As I turn around I can hear the loud, obnoxious voice of Lily from a mile away, her very over the top flirting makes me cringe. She stands with my brother and Connor who actually seem to be buying into her crap from across the hallway.

   But just like everyone in the school, I know nothing will happen, Blake and I were the infamous Everett twins who weren't allowed to date. As much as I sometimes despised Blake, he had actually followed this rule our father had put in place freshman year.

   Did it bother me? No, because all guys in Stratford High were dogs and I wasn't interested in adopting one. But for Blake to most likely be the only senior virgin left, I was proud of his respect for our dad.

Especially since I'd heard how much he wanted Lily.

I roll my eyes as I shut my locker, my sight slightly fazed as someone walks directly into us, completely knocking me over onto the ground. Holding my fists tightly to contain myself, I'm shocked as he continues to walk away without even noticing us.

Pupils stare at me, almost scared to get in my way as my eyes boil red.

"Hey douchebag!" I shout as he continues to walk away completely uncaring. Clair brings me back onto me feet and stares behind me, an alarmed look on her face.

"What is it?" I groan as I stand up, pissed that someone would even consider laying a finger on Clair, especially in my presence.

"Ken, I think that was just LJ Anderson..." she almost laughs as we watch him the back of him disappear into the crowd of kids trying to get to class.

"Didn't he have a shaved head last time we saw him?" I ask, knowing that Clair spent more time in high school reading into people's emotions and expressions. "I don't think that was him." I state, but the again I was too busy being run over to notice.

"Oh but it was," she says dramatically, "and it looks like someone just decided to return to school." She laughs as we walk to English together, arms linked like little kids. Entering the class, we sit down quietly as it begins to start.

"So listen up guys, I want you to write your own soliloquy for the last part of your grade," our teacher smiles as he listens to the multiple groans that come from the class. I already could tell Clair was trying to compress her smile

Our door then opens and someone sticks their head in, "am I missing anything productive?" The unfamiliar voice asks.

"Just the structure and analysis of a Shakespearean soliloquy to which we will create our own." I smile as I turn around in my seat, my expression dropping when I realise who it is.

"How interesting," he nods before shutting the door. The class laughs as our teacher goes running after him, Clair then laughs at me, a big smug look on her face.

"I told you he was back."