"Fuck, shit," I had a heart attack when I spotted a red head sitting at the breakfast bar on Tuesday morning.

Milly turned around with furrowed brows and I exhaled a sigh of relief. "You looked like Reece for a split second. Damn redheads."

My sister's British best friend scowled. "I am strawberry blonde, Lucas. Reece is a box dye fire hydrant. Don't start with me." 

Her and Abby continued their conversation while I got a cold water from the fridge. I'd been working out since five in the morning and I missed no chance to walk around shirtless in front of Mills. Even though she couldn't care less. 

"So this new bloke," Mills said to Abby. "What's his name?"

"Tanner," Abby said. "He's from Irving and phew. He's gorgeous. I jus—" she glanced over at where I was leaning against the countertop with raised brows.

"No no, continue," I straightened up and folded my arms. "Tell me all about this beautiful Tanner."

"Piss off Lucas," Milly scowled. "Stop being a pain in the arse."

"I could be in your ass if you'd prefer," I winked, she pretended to gag. 

It's no secret she's in love with Max, but teasing her is a favorite past time. It pisses her off and I wouldn't be opposed to letting her use me if she wanted a quick fuck. She's gorgeous. Plus Max and I are identical twins, how can she want him and not me?

"Can you please stop ruining my life for like five minutes," Abby stood up and rounded the breakfast bar. She gripped my shoulders and turned me around, pushing me towards the door. "Go and get changed. We have to leave soon. Where's Max?"

"Beating off."

"I'm not beating off," Max appeared, fastening his school tie. "I'm good to go."

"Morning Max," Milly waved from where she sat.

Max gave her a small smile but carried on packing up his lunch. I didn't know what his issue was. Yeah he had a girlfriend but she lived in New York. The long distance thing seemed so boring. He could have had proper sex with our sister's beautiful British friend and Kyla would never find out. But no. He just used his hand and a webcam.

"Hurry up and get dressed," Abby gave me another shove. "We need to leave soon."

When the four of us arrived at school, we went in our own directions. Max leaned against the school wall and stared at his phone while I talked to the team. His interest was becoming less and less focused on football. He'd never been as passionate about it as I was. But now it was blatantly obvious he'd rather be anywhere else. 

"Bro," I gestured he follow me and we went inside. "What's up man? You didn't talk to the team at practice yesterday. You didn't say hello just now. What's the deal?"

"I dunno," he shrugged as we weaved through the students, greeting friends as we went. "Dude I just don't think I care. Like I can't be bothered with football and the team and practice. It's more effort than it's worth."

"So. . . quit," I said.

He turned to look at me with confusion. "I don't want to disappoint people."

"You mean Mom and Dad?"

He nodded.

"Mom and Dad won't give a shit."

"Mom might not. But you know what Dad's like. He's so hype about the fact that we could join the NFL together."

He was right. Dad did go on about how he couldn't wait for us to go pro together. But it didn't matter. "Na. As long as one of us makes it," I laughed and gave him a nudge. "He wouldn't push it if you didn't want to do it. Do what you want. Which is what by the way?"

"I kind of want to look into law."

"Oh dude," I clapped him on the back. "That would be perfect. You can get me out of trouble when I murder that motherfucker."

Max looked down the hall where Abby was leaning against her locker, some new dude had his hand on her hip while she batted her lashes.

It's the fucking second day of school.

"Leave it alone man," Max put his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. "You can't stop her from doing it forever. She'll lose her virginity at one point and we're not going to be able to do a thing about it."

"You're supposed to be on my side," I said, still watching them flirt. He was leaning and talking beside her ear while she giggled. I felt like I was going to throw up. "I don't like him."

"You don't know him."

"I don't need to. You can tell he's no fucking good."

"What are we staring at," Flynn said, appearing behind me. "Oh. I see. Are we interrupting or—"

"Nope," I said. "No, I'm going to handle this a little differently than the usual approach. Come on. I need to leave before I change my mind and shove his face into the wall."

"Growth," Flynn gave me an approving nod. "Good for you man."

"Yeah you'll be coming with me after school to chat with him," I grinned. "I need your size for intimidation purposes."

He sighed and Max didn't bother telling us goodbye as he veered off and headed towards his home room. Flynn wasn't much of a fighter. A gentle giant if you will. But his size served for intimidation as long as he stood there and said nothing.

When I wandered into math after home room, I saw Amalia sitting in the back row. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face while she scribbled in her book. I wandered through the rows and sat down in the desk beside her. "Buenos Días Amalia."

She turned to me and her smile grew with a quiet giggle. "Buenos días Lucas. Cómo estás? Te ves bien hoy."

Well, fuck me.

"I'll be honest. I have no idea what you just said. But it sounded good."

She twiddled her pen in between her fingers and gave me a small shrug, not bothering to translate. Instead she turned back to the incredible artwork she was drawing in her notebook.

"Shit, those look good," I leaned over the aisle and rested my elbows on her desk. 

"Thanks," she grinned, keeping her gaze on the paper in front of her. "Dad's an artist. He taught me a thing or two but these are average compared to what he can do."

"Well I can't draw for shit, so that looks like some Picaso level art to me."

She laughed. There it was again. That sound that drew me up short and had me staring at her in awe. I wanted to see her lips. Those gorgeous plump lips I imagined would feel fucking fantastic. 

"Can you design tattoos?" I asked, letting my hand rest on the back of her chair.

"I've never tried before. But I suppose I could."

"Design me something and I'll have it tattooed on me."

She blinked. "What should I design?"

"Whatever you want."

"You'll get whatever I draw, tattooed on your body?"

I laughed as she stared at me with disbelief. "Yeah. I mean keep it reasonable though. No nude dudes or weird shit like that."

"That's your only condition," she cocked a brow with amusement. "This should be fun."

"Be nice, please."

"I swear, you'll love it."

The teacher walked in with his stack of papers and permanent scowl, ordering that we all be quiet.

Amalia didn't seem bothered that we were meant to be focusing on what he was writing on the board. She was leaned over her desk, drawing without a care in the world, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip while she concentrated. Damn, she looked good when she did that. Her lips would look great around my dick too.

No lie, I wanted to run my hands through her hair and feel that incredible body under my hands so fucking much. The thought of it consumed me all damn day. 

But I was offered a distraction when the end of school rolled around and I met Flynn in the parking lot. I wanted to chat with this Tanner dude. If he could prove that he wasn't just after my sister's status or a chance to get in her pants like the rest of these dumb fucks were, then I'd let them be. I doubted it though.

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I wasn't going to post two updates but then Ashley_Mariex made me this cute asf edit and I had to share it.