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"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" The spicy redhead yells while yanking the marker away from my brother

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" The spicy redhead yells while yanking the marker away from my brother.

"Just giving your picture a little more pizazz." He smirks.

The redhead looks like she's about to explode.

"Calm down Ariel, it was just a joke." Damien laughs.

"Fuck off."

Jesus, this chick is crazy.

Well, you know what they say about gingers...

"Stay out of my way Lennox, or else."

"Or else what?" He teases.

"You don't want to know." She says before turning back towards her friends and walking away.

I send another wink to that brunette who I know hates my guts.

She flips me off before following her friends.

"Awww look, there's actually a girl who doesn't like you." Torrin teases.

"She'll fold eventually, they all do."

"I don't know man, all four of those girls look like they hate our guts," Damien says as he stares at the girls, specifically one of them.

"Dude stop eye fucking her and just go ask her out," I say.

"How many times do I have to tell you-"

"You don't do girlfriends." Torrin and Lennox finish.

"Exactly." Damien smiles proudly.

"That's not something to be- you know what, never mind." Lennox sighs.

The bell rings meaning it's time for second period.

As bitchy as the redhead is, she actually gave us a pretty good tour of this big-ass school.

None of my brothers happen to be in my second period so I start heading there alone.

However, that doesn't last long when suddenly a bunch of girls start following me to my class.

I mean come on, do all these chicks actually have history second period?

I turned back to them, giving them the best fake smile I could.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

None of them say anything, they just continue to stare in awe.

"Okay..." I turn back around and continue walking to my class.

I notice a familiar set of long brown curls belonging to one of the brunette's friends.

What was her name?

Jane? No.

Jen? Definitely not.

"Julianna?" I blurt out accidentally.

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