Deon

She's in my car again.

Right next to me in the passenger seat.

Back at school Pres and I had a little...moment, even though it only lasted a few seconds. When I held her hand and tugged her towards me her breath hitched and she visibly shivered. Her magnetic hazel eyes stared at mine for a moment before gazing down at my lips. But only for a millisecond that I almost missed it. I didn't though. I saw the way she looked down at the ground and blushed afterward before putting a little distance between us.

The sweet scent of roses spreads throughout the car making me dizzy. I love how sweet she smells. It has been ten minutes since I parked outside her house, but I really like the fact that she's still here, even if she's only here because of the AC and the good music pumping through the quality speakers I got installed about a month ago.

I let her pick whatever song she wants on my iPod which is connected to the car speakers through Bluetooth.

She taps her foot against the carpet to the beat of 'Raise Your Glass' by P!nk. Her forehead wrinkles and her face contorts in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

No answer.

"Pres?"

"Hm? Oh God! You're in a hurry, aren't you? I'm so sorry. I'll leave—"

"Wait. No, I'm not. You can stay for a while." And by 'for a while' I mean as long as you want.

"You just looked a little...bothered."

"Oh," she says, looking a little flustered. She's hesitant for a while before she asks, "What's the deal with your last name?"

Is that what she has been thinking this whole time?

I bite back a smile when I say, "My grandparents from my father's side are Spanish, and my dad lived in Spain until he was thirteen."

"Oh...figures," she says, amused. "So, do you speak Spanish?"

"Yeah, I do." I smile.

"Ask me what my name is in Spanish."

"¿Cómo te llamas?" I ask.

"Me llamo Presley."

Now it's my turn to look surprised. "You know Spanish?"

"No." She laughs. "That's the only thing I know to say in Spanish after watching Jane the Virgin on Netflix. Oh, I also know that 'abuela' means grandmother."

"Oh wow. Impressive," I mock.

"Stop being sarcastic." She giggles and shoves me by the shoulder. That's such a lovely sound. "So... what else can you say?"

Oh, I can say anything you want me to. However, I settle for, "Tú eres muy bonita."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you are very pretty." I grin at her.

She frowns at me before saying, "No, I'm not. But, thanks for the compliment." Does she really think she's not pretty?

"I'm serious. You really are pretty...and incredibly sexy." I wink.

"Um... okay. I'm gonna go inside now. That's enough flirting with me for one day, don't you think?" She rolls her eyes, but her face turns red.

That wasn't even me flirting, right? Well...maybe a little.

"Okay, fine. If I stop flirting would you stay?"

"Nope. I've got homework to do, and I'm pretty sure you do too. So, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"You guess?" I cock an eyebrow.

"Bye now, you flerk," she says.

"Flerk?" I ask, amused.

"A flirt and a jerk," she explains and I laugh. Then, she's out of the car in a flash, walking towards her front door.

"Pres, wait," I call when she's a few feet away from my car. "When do you wanna start practicing for the auditions?"

She turns around, biting her lip as she thinks. That tiny action turns me on, it makes me want to bite that lip.

The things I wanna do to those lips...even when every single thing about her screams 'innocent'.

"Tomorrow, maybe?" She says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Okay. Tomorrow it is. Your place or mine?"

"Mine. If that's okay with you?"

"Yeah, sure." I grin, showing off the dimples that make every chick swoon. To my sheer surprise, Presley frowns before walking towards the front door, leaving me staring at her perfect ass.

Huh...seems like she's not just any chick.

Just before she turns the doorknob, I say, "Nice ass," loud enough for her to hear. "Oh, f-off," she chides, giving me her middle finger.

"Oh, I effing will," I say in a playful tone before she throws one last scowl my way, although a soft smile tries to break through her face, and disappears inside the house. Hmm...She seems like a whole other puzzle than requires solving, and one that I would gladly solve no matter how long it takes.

After staring at her front door for a solid five minutes, I head home only to find my little sister snooping around in my room.

"What are you doing?" I ask, spooking her. She screams and jumps, startled, and in the process, throws the toy Barbie hairbrush in her hand at me. It hits me on my forehead and bounces off. "Ow!" The little culprit takes advantage of the distraction she has caused and scurries out of my room.

I drop my bag on the floor and sit down on my bed. What the fuck was that all about?

The last time Brianna had gone snooping in my room she had found a wrapped condom. She had come to me with it, asking what it was, and I remember grabbing it from her immediately before telling her it was a Vitamin C for adults. Later I had realized how stupid it was of me to have left condoms lying around in my room.

It's a good thing I haven't slept with anyone since we came to Westbeach.

It suddenly occurs to me that Bree was probably looking for the packet of gummy bears I hid in my room yesterday.

I find it in the first drawer of my nightstand. Taking a couple of gummy bears out, I pop them in my mouth. It's the Coca-Cola flavored ones—Bree's favorite. I was eventually gonna give these to her cause she's my favorite sibling and I absolutely adore her. She loves gummy bears, and always knows where she can get them. She's also a great charmer; she knows how to get what she wants, although I think it's something that runs in the family.

I leave my room and go in search of the little ball of mischief, grabbing a cookie from the cookie jar in the pantry while I'm at it. I check her room, then the playroom, and even the tv room to see if she's watching something. Having no luck, I head downstairs when I hear giggling. The living room and kitchen are empty, so I head outside towards our backyard.

Brianna's playing Fetch with Jacob—our new chocolate brown Labrador puppy we adopted before we moved here. My little sister named him after Jacob Black, who happens to be a werewolf in the Twilight Saga. She watches all the movies my brothers and I watch, but we keep the 18+ ones away from her.

I lean against the door and take a bite of my cookie, watching her. She's the cutest and the sweetest six-year-old I know. She has beautiful brunette hair just like my mom's, and a big heart. I'm dreading the fact that she has to start going to elementary school soon.

It doesn't take long for Jake to notice me, and when he does, he comes running towards me. I pat him and give him the rest of my cookie, while my sister stands on the lawn, tugging at her hair. "Hey, Bree," I call out, grinning. "Is this what you were looking for?" I hold up the packet of gummy bears.

"No, I wasn't looking for anything," she says, still pulling her hair. I know it's something she does when she's nervous.

"Oh, okay. I guess I misread you then." I shrug and turn around, pretending to head back. "No, Dee Dee, can I please have some?" She follows me and tugs on my shirt. At three feet nine inches, she dwarfs my five feet ten-inch height. I gaze down at her petite frame and chuckle.

I knew it.

"Here you go." I chuckle, handing her the packet and she beams at me.

"Can I have the whole thing?"

"Yeah." I nod. "But, don't tell mom and dad, because they'll kill me if they get to know I gave you too many gummies."

She nods her cute little head. "Should I share these with Jay, Kay and Dan?"

Not at all. Our brothers can get their own sweets.

"Not if you don't want to." I give her a crooked smile, bending down to her height.

"Thank you, Dee Dee. I love you to the moon and back." Bree puts her tiny arms around my neck and hugs me tight, before planting a kiss on my cheek.

"I love you too, Bree," I say, looking into her eyes which are almost the same shade as mine, but a little lighter.

She grins from ear to ear, then skips inside the house, her two wavy chestnut pigtails bouncing up and down on her head as she hums the theme song of Barney to herself, leaving me smiling after her.

"Um...Dee Dee?" She turns back and runs toward me. "I forgot to tell you something." She looks around before whispering, "Kay ate some of your chocolates you hid in the fridge. But don't tell him I told you that."

I suppress the laugh that's about to escape my mouth. "Oh, okay. Thank you for letting me know."

"No problem." She giggles before running inside the house, Jake following close behind.

She's something else completely.

Presley

When I walk inside the house, Gramma's staring at me with a smirk on her face. "What?" I ask, wanting to know what she finds so amusing.

"I wonder who put that goofy smile on your face," she says, grinning.

"Gramma, it could be a thing, and not a person, that put a smile on my face."

"Oh, Presley dear. Maddy told me all about the new boy in school and your infatuation with him." She chuckles softly. "I heard he lives in the Jenkins' old house?"

Damn you, Maddy!

"First of all, I wouldn't call it an infatuation. It's more of a harmless crush. And yes, he lives there. He's really cute, but annoying, and he drove me home from school in his super expensive sports car," I ramble. "However, he's a playboy so..." I trail off, pouting.

If he wasn't such a player I would definitely give him a chance.

"Anyway, I've got homework to do, so I'm going to my room, Gramma. Call me if you need help with anything," I say before heading upstairs to my room. Closing the door behind me, I lean against it and sigh, grinning to myself.

Earlier in the parking lot at school, something happened between Deon and me. He touched my hand and it felt as if a spark of electricity bolted up my arm. Whatever that was, I know he felt it too by the look he had on his face. I can't even imagine what would happen to me if he touched me somewhere else...like my face...or my neck...or my—Oh god. What's wrong with me? I really need to stop.

I really like him. I mean, there is literally nothing to not like about him, except for his cocky and egotistical attitude of course. He also seems somewhat nice.

You should give him a chance, my subconscious says.

Wait! I come to a screeching halt.

What if he doesn't like me? What if he flirts with me because he's being his usual flirty self? What if he was joking when he called me pretty back in his car?

Ugh! There are so many 'what if's.

I try to shrug all thoughts of him aside and focus on today's homework, but I can't. At night I even dream about his mesmerizing baby blue eyes, his cute dimpled smile, and that sexy as eff smirk of his.

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