Fake Affection

Chapter 1

"Why do you want to tryout?" Brooke asked in her sweet high pitched baby voice as she cocked her head to the side.

"I just want to be known as Melanie Sinclaire the cheerleader, not Marissa Sinclaire's little sister." I replied as I looked from Natalie to Brooke. They stared at me intently.

"What?" I asked.

Natalie and Brooke shook their heads in unison. "Nothing." They said together.

"What?" I repeated.

Natalie sighed and gave me a reassuring look. "You'll do great." She said smiling.

I hope so.

Brody

I don't even know why I bother coming to school. If I felt like it, which was rare, I would be in class instead of smoking dope with a bunch of loser's I called my friend's. It was lunch time and I was laying down on the ground underneath the bleacher's as my friend's passed around a joint.

"Dude," My best friend Brian started as he took a hit. "when is your bitch coming back?"

I sat up and punched him hard on the arm as he grunted angrily as he handed Robbie the drug and rubbed his arm. "Shut up man." I said angrily as I layed back down with my hands folded across my stomach. "Spencer will be here soon." I said quietly, as I thought about my girlfriend of three years. She was the only person, besides my mom, that I actually care about in this world. Ever since my dad left us when I was twelve for some twenty year old woman, I've started acting out in school. I just thought that now that I don't have a father figure around and my mother works late at the hospital, I could pretty much do whatever the hell I wanted. I started smoking last year and I still feel guilty everytime I smoke because I promised my mom I would stop, but it helped me forget about things, like my dead-beat dad.

The bell rang moments later and I sighed as I got up from the ground and slung my backpack over my shoulder as I dusted off my black t-shirt and my choppy chocolate brown hair that hung down just above my blue-green eyes that I hated with a passion because everytime I would look in the mirror, I'd see how much I looked like my dad.

My friend's and I did our complicated handshake and went our seperate ways like every other day.

I walked down the halls, checking out some of the girl's as they passed by. I couldn't wait until Spencer came back from her trip in New York City for a modeling job. She won't be back until next month which kills me because I'm used to seeing her everyday.

I walked in class and made my way to my desk next to Melanie Sinclaire. I threw my backpack on the ground next to her feet and slumped down in my chair.

"Do you mind?" She asked as she kicked my backpack over to me. I rolled my eyes at this stuck-up bitch and opened up my math book. Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, walked in class seconds after the last bell had rung. 

"You're looking hot today, Ms. Davis!" I said loudly. Everyone started laughing except for Melanie who just glared at me. Ms. Davis was old by the way, like really old. She glared at me as she took off her ancient glasses and gave me a dissapproving look.

"Ew." I heard Sinclaire whisper. I looked over at her and she dug into her handbag as she pulled out a pink bottle and sprayed it around me. I coughed at the fruity smell and waved my hand around, trying to dismiss the smell.

"Do you mind?" I asked, mocking her from when she kicked my backpack. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Do you mind smoking after school, not during lunch?" She shot back.

I sat up straighter in my seat and leaned in closer to her.

"Do you mind not being such a little bit-"

"Mr. Parker and Ms. Sinclaire!" Ms. Davis shouted angrily. "Do I need to write you a pass to the office?"

I looked at "Ms. Sinclaire" and she looked over at me.

"No." She said, still staring at me.

"No thanks." I replied to Ms. Davis as I faked a smile at Sinclaire.

"Than turn around and act like young adults!" She snapped as she turned around and started writing equations on the board. I wasn't a big fan of Melanie Sinclaire or her sister that I've heard so much about from my friend's. I didn't know much about Melanie and I didn't plan on getting to know her. All I knew was that she was a snob.

After class Ms. Davis called up Melanie and I to her desk to talk about our behavior in class.

"I don't want to sound like a child Ms. Davis," Melanie started with her annoying "I'm better than you" tone of voice. "but I cannot sit anywhere near Brody and if it's okay with you, I would like to change seats."

Ms. Davis shook her curly grey head no and pointed at Melanie and I with her wrinkly fingers. "No more changing seats." She replied. "You two need to work out your differences like adults. I want to see a change in you two, starting tomorrow. You're dismissed."

Melanie walked angrily to the door. I started walking until Ms. Davis grabbed my arm.

"Brody," She started. "I know what you are capable of and I know your GPA scores are higher than most student's in my class." 

I shrugged. "And?" I asked carelessly.

"I want you to put more effort into coming to school." She said. "If you want that scholarship, than you need to start coming to school. You are too smart to fail."

"Is that all Ms. D?" I asked tiredly. She pursed her lips and nodded as I headed towards the door.

I passed by Sinclaire who was standing by the lockers talking to her friend's. She glared at me with her hazel-brown eyes as I walked past her.

"Have fun smoking your life away." She bursted out. I turned around and her friend's started snickering, Sinclaire cocked her head to the side and smirked.

"Who are you again?" I asked sarcastically as I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head to the side. "Oh, right! You're Marissa Sinclaire's little sister."

Sinclaire's face turned bright red, she looked furious, that's what I wanted to get out of her. I knew how much she hated it when people called her "Marissa Sinclaire's little sister." It drove her crazy.

I grinned as I turned around and walked towards the school doors, feeling not one bit of sympathy for Melanie Sinclaire.