STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

-Saffron-

“Saffron!” Upon hearing my well-known brother's voice, everyone looked at me.
“Saffron, don't make me walk up there.” He said, and I stood up, sighing. I could feel the students' burning glares at me as I walked up to my brother.
“Um...why are you here? Spring break?” I actually hate it when an enemy of mine is listening to our conversation.

It's just...irritating and I feel like she's invading our privacy.

“Nope. Now, Sherlock, let's go somewhere PRIVATE and have a talk.” I liked the part where he emphasised the word 'private' because it means Ayesha is invading privacy.

But I didn't like the part where he said 'have a talk.' I don't like talks...

“Okay...” I didn't look back to my girlfriends and quickly followed my brother to the empty gymnasium.

The gymnasium is like a typical gymnasium; indoor basketball, badminton, tennis and football courts around...

Sports, really.

“Sit down.” Louis' voice was firm and strong that I was too scared to talk. I sat down on a platform near the door. He held my chin up because I was looking at the ground and leaned in, as if we're gonna kiss.

Well, it's pretty usual to me, the twins, Ed, him, and my other brothers kissing me on the lips.

I mean, like a peck.

Just TO ME. The lads kiss me on the lips but not to each other.

No. Just...NO.

“You've been quite a disappointment to me, baby.” He said with his sexy voice. I'm still scared to talk.
“How? Well, let's just say someone stole your lips from me.” He let go of my chin and stood up straight, looking angry.

Uhm...what...?

“Remember Ashton Black?” He asked. He said Ashton's name like it was poison on his mouth.

That's when it hit me.

BUT HOW? HOW DID HE KNOW? I MEAN, I MADE ASH PROMISE NOT TO...

...MAYBE HE...

THAT BASTARD'S GONNA PAY LATER. IN THE MEANTIME, I'M GONNA DEAL WITH THIS IDIOT.

“Of course.” I found my voice hiding at the back of my stomach.
“Well, a brother of mine told me that he saw a sister of his kissing a best friend of his.” He said, obvious what he's talking about.
“Okay. What am I gonna do about it?” I asked. He grew angrier and crawled on top of me.

No worries, my dear friends. We're not gonna have sex in here or...something like that...

This is how he lets his anger out...

In a seducing way.

“I want you to explain why did you let that bastard kiss you, and also explain why did you ask him to be his boyfriend without consulting me.” He replied.
“Okay, so you know that Ayesha and I hate each other right?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He replied.
“I had this plan to make her jealous; and that was to make her see that Ashton is my boyfriend, since he's the boy who drove me to school. And then, things got worse when I accidentally told them he's my...husband...” I told the "when I accidentally told them he's my husband" part more quietly. Louis sighed, and crawled off me. As if on cue, the bell rang.
“You do realize Mr. Magnus is about to go in here.” I sat up, Indian style.

“Yes. And I don't care.” He winked at me.

Whatever...

“You still owe me for starting a trouble.” He said.

I SAID, WHATEVER...

“Oh! Louis Hunter! It's been years!” We both turned to see Mr. Magnus, walking towards us.
“Mr. Magnus! You don't look like a 48-year-old!” Louis smiled, and they hugged. Magnus' class was standing awkwardly in the middle of the gym.
“Okay, class,” Alberto Magnus said after they pulled away. “this is Louis Hunter, the school's pride.”

Okay, I know where this is going...

My brother will be teaching them a few tricks on football...

“And he'll teach you some tricks I taught him.” Mr. Magnus said.

Ha! Told ya!

So, instead of hanging around, I went to my English class.

•••

“Bye, girls! I'll see you tomorrow!” I waved to my best friends.
“See ya, girl!” They shouted back. Then, the queen bitch and her bitches came to me.
“So,” Lani started to say. “where is your "husband"?”
“Um...” I honestly don't know.
“They got divorced not too long ago.” I almost jumped when Louis appeared to my side.
“Why?” Ayesha started playing with her dry hair again.

Yes, it's dry, and you won't argue with me.

“I made them.” We all turned to see Louis' twin, Harry Hunter. I gasped.

HE'S HERE!

“Haz!” I ran to him and hugged him so tight.

Alright, if you're asking, I actually have 7 brothers: the eldest are James Theodore and Liam Tristan Hunter, aging 21 years old, working as a model and photographer. The second are these twins, Louis Yaser and Harry Greyson Hunter, aging 20 years old, working as a boxer and a model. The third is Edward Hammond Hunter, 18, a photographer. Then, our youngest are the 9-year-old twins, Klaus Edmond and Lucas Hunter.

All we need is two more boys, and Dad would name them "Niall Gregory Hunter" and "Zayn Geoff Hunter" so we have 1D's names.

“I missed you, baby.” He mumbled against my neck.
“Stop calling me 'baby'.” I whispered, making him chuckle. Then, I was sandwiched by Louis and Harry when Louis joined our hug.
“I missed ya, bro.” Lou said.
“I missed ya, too, babe.” Haz winked at him, making me giggle. Afterwards, we pulled away.

“Okay. I'll take you to the restaurant. My treat.” Hazza said, and I rode his back.
“You saved me from distress and hunger, my dear prince.” I said dramatically.
“You are my niece, after all.” He laughed, and I looked at Louis for signs of Harry Hunter's humour results.

None was found.

He's like Harry Styles. And I'm seeing the real one tomorrow.

“I think we didn't say goodbye to those bitches.” Lou said when we were in the car.
“We don't have to. They're rude themselves.” I said.
“Who are they, anyway?” Harry asked.

Oh, right. He doesn't know them because when we were younger, he's always just inside his room.

“They are prostitutes.” Lou answered. I snickered.

They look like prostitutes, though.

Notes

BONER.