He closed his eyes as if he was trying to restrain himself. "What did I tell you about hitting me, you dumb fica?! I was only playing around!"

Why do I always have to fūck things up?!

Acting brave I hissed, "Yeah, well that's not playing around to me. You may soon be my stepbrother. Keep your hands off of my body, and keep it on your penis, thank you."

He rubbed his cheek. "You are very lucky. But this is your warning. Next time you hit me, don't be surprised if you wake up in a hospital. And you say I'm rude," he trailed off talking to himself.

I flipped my hair, grabbed my things, and started to walk out of the door.  This is going to be a long day. Especially when I have to sit next to this a$$hole.

I opened the door to the Toyota and slid into the backseat. I scooted all the way onto the far side of the seat when Devin slid in.

He looked over to me with a wide smirk, and I rolled my eyes. He shut the door and leaned back into the seat, too comfortable.

"EVERYONE'S SEATBELT ON?" Crystal shouted.

Really? Are we five? But this woman is extremely hyper...

I put my seatbelt on.

"Yeah," Devin and I lazily replied.

She then backed out of the driveway a little too fast, and turned on the radio. Funky pop music played and I didn't know any of the songs.

I listen to pop and dubstep, and dad listened to classical. I wonder what kind of music Devin listens to?

I came out of my thoughts and my question was already answered. As rock music boomed out of his earphones, he rocked his head up and down violently while staring at his phone.

Yeah, I'm the Gothic one.

I shook my head at him. He seems like a person who listens to rock; with his black messy hair, dark eyes, and black clothing. Hell, his soul might even be black.

Devin pulled out a thumping earbud and rose an irritated eyebrow at me. "May I help you?"

My cheeks flushed. "I didn't say anything!"

"I caught you staring at me. I felt your eyes on me for like five minutes," he said.

I turned my head to my window. "I was thinking..."

"What were you thinking about?" He then suddenly shook his head and held his hand up in front of my face. "Pause. I don't care!"

He chuckled and I huffed while taking out my phone, unlocking it and swiping to my music playlist. Just when I think he's starting to be nice, I get a slap in the face telling me he's a rude a$$hole, and 'nice' might not be in his vocabulary.

I put in my earphones and started to listen to Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites. I checked the artist and smiled to myself. Skrillex.

I leaned back and looked out of my window.

The sun warmed my face through the glass, and I couldn't help but put my window down. I slowly fell asleep when the sun's vitamin C gave me memories of when I was little, when my mom was still alive to go to the beach with me... when we could drink her favorite drink, together.

Sprite.

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"WE'RE HERE!" I heard Crystal's voice scream.

I jolted upright from my sleep, inhaling and exhaling quickly. I held my hand over my chest, trying to maintain my mini heart attack.

I took in my surroundings and Devin was standing outside of the car, staring at me with an amused smirk on his face.

I glared at him and shook my head. I hopped out of the car and slammed the door. The summer breeze lightly brushed my face and eyes whilst I took a deep breath and admired the sight before me.

The seagulls waddled along the people on the boardwalk and the ocean waves crashed onto the sand.

My dad put his hands on his hips and inhaled. "This is beautiful. Just like you," he wiggled his nose with Crystals.

I groaned, "Blah," and I put my hand over my mouth as if I was about to puke. Devin started to snicker.

"Stop it you guys!" Crystal scolded.

"Let's go to the beach first," my dad suggested. We all got our things from the trunk and started walking.

"Psst," I heard Devin whisper. "Hey!"

I whipped my head over towards him and looked around me, my finger pointed to my chest. Devin? Him? Trying to talk to me?

"Hey," he came closer to me, and he put his lips to my ear. I started to back away. "No," he grabbed my arm. "This is important. Remember when your dad let me in, back at the house, an hour ago?"

I gave him a weird look. "Yeah..."

"Well when he walked past me, I saw him tuck a small box into his pocket."

I gasped. "No."

"Yes."

I crossed my arms giving him a look saying I don't believe you. He rose his eyebrows and he put his hands over his chest. "I swear to the Devil!" 

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't ask."

Does that even count?

"It counts," he interrupted my curious thoughts. Did he just-?

"Listen," he interrupted my thoughts again. "We have to do something. I don't want to be related to you," he looked me up and down.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Yeah, we definitely have to do something. Like mind our own business."

He gawked at me and pointed a finger to his chest. "So you're telling me, you want to be related to THIS?!"

I looked him up and down, like he did me, and thought for a second. His muscles stretched against his black t-shirt and he had black shorts on. His legs were not too muscular, but not too wimpy. Little hairs covered his legs and arms. Well...

Damn you hormones.

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed.

"Okay then," he smirked cockily. He whispered harshly, "Don't try to think of any ideas, I'll do it myself."

"And why can't I?"

"Because no doubt, they'll suck."

I opened my mouth ready to defend myself but Devin lifted his head and speed walked away from me. I growled becoming irritated, from him and the fact that my dad was going to propose his mom.

I won't survive. I rather die than have him become my stepbrother. Why is my dad rushing things? They met only a month ago and I JUST met them the day before yesterday.

I didn't notice that we were on the beach already.

"AH!" I heard Devin yelp. He wiggled hot sand off of his flip flop.

"Pshh," I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Oh Devin," his mother started while laying out blankets. "It's just warm sand."

Orange and red fire quickly replaced his blue eyes and I could see Devin starting to tense up. I observed him closely as he suddenly shut his eyes and cooled down. Sheesh, someone has some issues.

He then whipped his head over to me and glared. I crossed my arms and mouthed, 'I didn't say anything!' 

He shook his head as he watched my dad and Crystal lay out everything. They finally finished and his mom put her hand on her back and sighed.

"Phew, that was some hard work. Would've been nice if we had help."

I ignored her, took off my shoes, and headed straight for the water. I hate these people, besides my dad of course.

I felt someone following behind me. I whirled around and there obviously, was Devin with that stupid look on his face.

"No," I glared. "I don't want to be around you annoying people for another second."

"You have no choice, tigorrata," he glared. "We are spending quality time together. And there's more to come if we don't stop that proposal."

"There's no quality in this quality time. So go back over there," I pointed to the blankets. "Or go somewhere far away from me."

"And I'll do exactly that," he stepped closer to me, inches away from my face. "While your dad and my mom are laying down on the blanket, I'll lay next to your dad. That way I can try to take that box out of his pocket."

"Are you insane?! What if they see you?!"

"They won't, because that's where you come in. While you're in the water, you signal to me if they're looking, and if they're not."

"So what happens after you grab the box?!" I threw my hands up.

"I'll slip it into the ocean," he said like it was the most obvious answer.

I put my hand on my forehead, closed my eyes, and shook my head. "It'll wash up onto the shore, Patrick."

"Who's Patrick?" His angry look softened and he rose an eyebrow.

I dropped my hand and smiled with amusement in my eyes, and shook my head. "Patrick? From Spongebob Squarepants? Is this the Krusty Krab?" I cleared my throat and did my best impression of him. "No, this is Patrick," I giggled. "Ya know, the dumb one?!"

He shook his head and closed his eyes while laughing. "I don't watch that gay show anymore."

But then as if he remembered the topic we were arguing about a few seconds ago, he changed into the mean a$$hole he was and gripped my hand tightly. "If we go far enough," he glared. "It won't wash onto the shore. Are you in or not?!"

His negative energy seemed to pierce through me, and it made me angry as well. I stared into his ferocious, dark eyes. His hand still gripped onto my arm tightly and I yanked my arm out of his grasp. I winced and said, "I'm in."

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Author's Note

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Fica- Cūnt
Tigorrata- Tiger

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