It Started With A Bet

Chapter 1 Post Brad

The pounding in my head plus the banging on my door woke me up from my sleep. When I looked at the time, I cursed in my breath. It was five fucking o'clock in the morning, which meant that I barely had one hour of sleep. Whatever my brother had to say, better it be more important than the safety of Janet Napoles. As I got out of my bed, the books I slept with last night tripped me, causing a loud noise from me. Ugh! I thought I just dislocated my bones.

"Hey! You okay, France?" Noah's voice was filled with concern as he kept pounding the door. 

"Noah, stop banging my door! I'm up, hold your ass!" I rolled my eyes though he could not see. Ouch my ass. Massaging my butt, I walked to the door before Noah broke it down. As I opened it, Noah walked hastily towards me with a concerned look on his face. 

"What's that noise? Are you okay?" He examined me from head to toe like a pro. My brother should have taken Medicine, not Engineering. He was good as a doctor should be. Ask him anything about medical terms, he would kill it. He'd be a good doctor. I was surprised though that he did not pursue Medicine. This way, he would be closer with Em.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Stop overreacting and spill your news. Make sure it's as important as getting some 10-hour sleep or else I'm gonna kick your ass." I smiled at him and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek which he reciprocated with a tight hug and kissed my forehead. "Good morning, big bro." 

"Morning yourself, sis. We better clean the house." He said as he let go of me. The smile plastered on his face was contagious. I could had felt his happiness too, only I was deprived of sleep. So that meant don't-mess-up-with-me mood.

"WHAT? You woke me up at this early in the morning just to tell me that? Really, Noah? You couldn't wait for me to get my fucking sleep and tell me your eagerness to clean our fucking house?! Clean it yourself! You're the worst brother ever!" I yelled at him as I covered myself with my favorite Winnie the Pooh comforter. 

When I thought he already left me in peace, I closed my eyes hoping I could still catch some sleep only to open them again as he bursted out laughing. I sat up and gave him my venomous glare. He was holding his stomach as he literally rolled on the floor.  Noah was such a child, sometimes. 

"What's so funny?" I raised my brow to intimidate him but failed to do so. If any, he so loudly laugh as he hit the floor with his palm. "Stop laughing! This is NOT funny, asshole!" I threw my pillow at him and it hit him straight in the face.

"You should have seen your face, sis. It was priceless." 

"Yeah right, you're the one to talk when you just laughed your ass out while making funny faces I even want to disown you. If I could have recorded it, you'll hit millions in youtube." 

He straightened up and dragged me out of my bed. "Well, come on then. Let's get started. You clean downstairs."

I rolled my eyes once again and ignored his giggles. Yeah, my brother was a tattoed guy who giggled! "And you?" 

"Here." He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to walk down the hallway. 

"You know what, you really are the worst. And why do we have to clean the house, anyway?" I punched his stomach then ran to the stairs before he could grab me and punish me with tickle. "Call your frat brothers so they could help!" I yelled as I made my way downstairs. 

I smiled to myself as I thought of Gab, Jared and Brent. Next to Noah, they were my favorite people in the world. They were like a brother to me. I loved them as much as I loved Noah. They were just overprotective of me, which I loved and hate at the same time, that sometimes I thought of drowning them. I spent half of my life with them so I was confident that I knew them more than anyone did.