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Gay Boy + Twin Blonde Sisters + Nerd = Seduction overrated.

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"I am not the best person to make people jealous." I watch as Jordan's face fell and I smiled. "If I say fine there are rules-" I held out my one finger. "No touching without informing me and." This time I snapped my second figure at his face. "Kissing is strictly prohibited." I jerked my hands from his grip. I was lip virgin and was proud one at that.

A playful smile came to my lips watching Jordan dance like he got all candies from Halloween jar. After showing off his really bad dance move he hugged me saying 'Thank you.' Over and over, I patted his back telling him to always remember 'No touching without my permission.' He only laughed on that, I am doubting he even listened what I said after giving green signal to be his fake girlfriend.

"Uhmm..." Someone cleared their throat behind me.

When I turned around I came face to face with Taylor sisters standing there giving me super duper smiles. They were famous already on their first day of school, making new friends which include typical popular group- cheerleaders and players, those bloody jocks. Just this morning they didn't even want me to be near them and now suddenly they are smiling at me like they never insulted me. I am thinking too much absolutely they are here to seduce Jordan, silly me over thinking everything. I walked past giving them privacy.

"Hey, Wylie. Where are you going?" Jordan said walking with me. Leave me alone already, it's too much now; I am not used to this much talking in just one day.

"Ya. We came here to have lunch with you." The straight blond said smiling widely at me and throwing seducing body gesture at Jordan. Only if she knew that the boy is not interested in opposite gender.

"Oh, I don't eat in the canteen," I answered opening my locker. I have boys things in here than my own, that what you get when you have two abnormal brothers.

"You don't sit with your brother." She flipped her hair eyeing my locker like it was garbage. It was in a way. "So shame to be you."

"We wasted our time again. Let's go, babe." Curly one said and they walked away.

And here I thought that they actually came here to be my friend. Nah kidding. I have experienced so much, their little lunch thing can't make me melt and be their friend and boost their chances to sleep with FDR. That idiot kid, that stupid brain how he handles all these things.

"What was that all about?" Jordan leaned on one of the locker. Giving me his curious eyes. I ignored his questioned.

"Ba-bay than." I mock saluted him. I placed my books inside and closed it. I started to walk towards library to help our librarian That's the best thing to do in the word. Jordan followed me; he was looking in deep thoughts. When we were some steps away from the library doors Jordan jumped in front of me stretching his hand, blocking my way.

"You know what! I can help you to find a real friend." He said holding my hand. Before I can utter even a word, he started to drag me to god knows where.

"I really don't need any." I tried to stop him from walking this fast. Girl here is really short; you six-foot monster, I was tripping over my foot.

"Oh, girl you need it. And it will be fun." He smirked.

"No, it won't. You brain damaged kid." I yelled at him. How does his brain actually function this silly ideas; first fake girlfriend and now real friends. He totally lost it. And it sounded so lame, finding friends! Who even does that.

"But I want to. It's my way to say thank you." He winked and continued dragging me.

"That's so lame you idiot," I said out loud little scared from his expression. And I mean it, it's so lame to find a friend in your last year of high-school. He was FDR's best friend, of course, you can't expect anything good from their brain cells.

"I am gonna surprise you malady." He winked at me again and continued to walk. Only one thing I figured that he was dragging me to the canteen.

He opened the door making way to 'The Jocks' table. Where I found my dear brother about to kiss or you can say suck our head cheerleader, Lee. 'The Jocks' contain atheists who were players and were cocky and were too much of a dirty minded. Some cheerleaders were talking among themselves while bunch was kissing guys. Some guys were playing on mobile, eating, challenging each other in eating contest.

Jordan stopped near the table and slapped FDR's head very hard.

"What the hell dude?" FDR looked up in annoyance but it all vanished when he shows Jordan.

"Get up dude," Jordan said. Then he took out a walki-talki out of nowhere. "FDR we have a mission for you." I usually mute Jordan when he is in our house. He does these crazy things that no one understands. I don't get it why we need FDR to find a real friend for me! I am confused. And it is really lame that we are finding me a friend.

"Anything for you man." He stood up and saw me, his smile faded little. "Hey." He said and turned to face Jordan again.

"First." Jordan punched FDR on his arm. "For lying to me."

"Was it necessary?" FDR said rubbing his bruised arm. "Don't hurt my face."

"Yes. You made a total fool of me in front of your sister." Jordan glared at him.

"Fine." He smiled sheepishly. "Now what you want me to do." He crossed his arm over his chest. "Wait let me guess." No no. Don't let him think, his head is always in dirty thoughts of the gutter. "You want me to suck..."

"Please don't complete that." I interrupted covering my ears.

"Okay, little sis." I saw a genuine smile on his face. He was trying to make work our brother-sister relationship and I am only pushing him away. It's not that important to be in the family and have to have a relationship with other siblings.

"So, here is the plan." Jordan rubbed his hand grinning.

"Plan for what?" FDR asked in total confusion. I was about to answer him when Jordan cut me off.

"It was us to know and for you to do." Jordan again took my hand and gestured FDR to follow.

Kyle and Hunter were nowhere to be seen... Jordan said Kyle's swimming coach called him and Hunter tagged along because the coach sometimes go extreme with her shouting. That makes Kyle to lost his temper and talk back to her. Hunter went so he can videotape the whole shouting for the group he runs for people who have 'anger management' issues. It makes him understand more about the inner problem they have. I gave him my brother Ivan once because he has really deep issues but Hunter rambled for thirteen minutes about god knows what and ran away; he didn't come to my house for one full month, scared that I will again force Ivan on him.

We stood at first table of canteen near the doors. There were some girls sitting who were undressing my brother and Jordan with their eyes and one just winked at me. Now my turn to hide behind the six-foot monsters. I stood behind Jordan not meeting the girl's eyes who was still staring at me.

"Why are we here?" I and FDR asked at the same time. And we high-fived, the thing we did when we were little. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows when he saw me hiding behind his best friend.

"C'amon hit on the girl," Jordan whispered so that only we can hear him.

"I am always hitting on the girl but I didn't practice the new lines on Wylie yet," FDR said. I tried to smack him but Jordan pushed him towards the table away from my warmth.

"Use your pickup lines." Jordan mouthed. FDR turned to me in confusion; I shrugged telling him I have no idea. FDR approached the girls, placing his hands on the table and giving his popular heartbreaking smile.