Chapter 4 : Sister Drama & Pesky Brothers

"Harmony Scott!" I yelled while storming out of my bedroom and walking two doors down. I slam open harmony's room door, folding my arms as I walk up to her.

She sat there laying on her bed with pink covered sheets, her phone to her ear.

"Hold on Keith it's my annoying sister," She takes her phone away from her ear and sits up.

"What?!" Her teeth gritted.

"Where's my blue bra?" I glared at her, tapping my foot impatiently.

"You got me. Like I know where you keep your cheap bras," She rolls her eyes.

"I know you took it!" I pointed a finger towards her.

"It Just mysteriously disappeared? I don't think so."

"You can't prove that I did," She sat up.

"Open your closet," She looks towards her closet nervously.

Guilt is written all over her evil looking face!

"You do have it!" I make a run for her closet and dig through it. I feel her jump on my back and scream for me to stop.

"Get out!" I ignored her and dug my hand through her shoe side to find my blue bra stocked in one of her boots.

"I knew you took it! You thief!"

"I don't know how that got there," She twirls the ends of her hair.

"You liar!"

"You can't prove that!"

"I literally just found my bra in your closet. That's all the proof I need," She rolled her eyes.

"Plus you twirl your hair when your lying or nervous and in this case your lying!" Harmony sighed and sat down on her bed.

"Harm?" A muffled voice said. harmony looks under her pillow and grabs her phone, widening her eyes in fright.

"Shit!" She mumbled and hangs up the phone.

"My life is over!" She muffled screams into her pillow.

"You ruined my chances with one of the cutest boys in school!" She yelled, standing up.

"Oh please, like he cares."

"Coming from the girl with no social life and hasn't even had her first kiss yet," She rolled her eyes and I gasped.

"I've had my first k-kiss," I scoff and folded my arms.

"A Tom Holland poster doesn't count," I roll my eyes as I hear moms voice from downstairs.

"Girls I'm home!" She yelled I glance at harmony.

"No don't you dare—"

"Mom!" I yell while running downstairs into the living room where I find her taking off her shoes, she looked tired.

"Momharmonykeepstakingmystuff—"

"NoIdidntsheruinedmychances—"

"Woah Woah. Girls, what is happening? No, Hey mom how was your long day at work?" Harmony and I stare at her with folded arms.

"Guess not. Hermione, you start first," Mom grabbed my shoulders gently.

"Harmony keeps taking my clothes," I said poking my head at her.

"Is that true?"

"I guess.." Harmony looks at the ground defeated

"What did you take out your sisters' room?"

"My bra. Last week was my hoodie!" I show her my bra and fold my arms. "You can't take things out your sisters room without her permission, Harmony you know that," Mom said calmly.

"But she scared a boy I like off The phone!" Harmony whined and glared at me.

"Did not!"

"Hermione is this true?" Mom says giving me a 'tell the truth' look.

"Of course I didn't. I came into her room and yelled at her for taking my stuff," I'm being honest but I may have yelled a little too much. Well, now she knows not to take my things without permission.

Mom sighed and rubs her temples. I know she's stressed, I can see it in her eyes. I've told her plenty of times to take a break from work.

Our moms a nurse in the town's hospital. Some even say she's the best nurse there and I believe them. Not just because she's my mom, it's because she's a very caring person.

Growing up I think Scarlet inherited mom's caring and motherly habits also her parents raised her right. My mom just added the extra sweetness to it I guess.

"Harmony don't take anything else from your sister,"

Harmony gasp. "What about me?"

"You're not allowed to be on the phone with boys unless their friends I've seen before."

"What? No fair!"

"Life isn't fair honey. Wait why did you have her bra anyway?" I raised my eyebrows realizing I never asked her why. that's a good question.

"Yeah, why did you?" She doesn't meet any of our gazes and runs upstairs. I hear her room door slam shut and I roll my eyes.

"God she's so annoying."

"But you love her," Mom rubbed my shoulder and smiled.

"Barley," I scoff.

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I sigh in relief knowing that all of my homework from all my 9 classes are completed. I put everything inside my book bag neatly and flop on my bed, grabbing a different book since I finished 'Until Friday night' this morning on the way home from school.

I'm not bragging but I'm a fast reader.

Ding!

I groan hearing my phone go off. I have no friends except for Scarlett so who else could it be?

Unknown:
Hey cutie! I wanted to ask for your number after school but you were already gone.

A smile tugs on my lips. I'm pretty sure I look like the joker right now. How did he get my number?

                                                  Me:
                                   hey Brett, how did you get my #?

Brett:
Your friend Scarlett? I think gave it to me.

I roll my eyes. of course, she would do that, typical Scarlett Jones.

                                     Me:
                         well you've got my number
so what's up?

Brett:
I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out with me :)

I smile at my screen. My phone blings again.

Brett:
As friends of course...

I laugh about to reply when my bedroom door opens revealing Harley in basketball shorts and a tank top with his hair wet. I'm guessing he just got out the shower.

"What's up?" I asked trying to hide my joker smile.

"I heard you and Harmony had a fight," He chuckles shaking his head slightly.

"She took my bra." I roll my eyes as he bursts outs laughing. "It's not funny!" I whine.

"I'm sorry Monnie but seriously, out of all things she took your bra?" He continues to laugh so I throw one of my pillows at him, which hits him square in the face.

It catches him by surprise and now it's my turn to burst out laughing.

"I just got raped by a pillow," He throws it back at me.

"You're a dork." I laughed as he chuckles. I love moments like this with Harley.

It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone. Sure I don't tell him everything but I tell him some things, but not the deep stuff.

"You ok? You know, about what Damon said?" His features turned serious.

I sighed knowing he would ask about that. "I'm good. It's nothing new with Damon insulting me," I rolled my eyes while tapping the back of my phone.

"That's just how he is. You know he doesn't mean it," I scoffed.

"When has Damon said anything positive towards me that he meant?" I titled my head as Harley stood there thinking.

"Well— Uh— Oh when no... Oh, the time we had family over and you wore a dress for once. He said you looked great," He clapped his hands once and pointed a finger at me.

"We were 8 and I slipped on spaghetti sauce. Damon didn't say I looked great, he said the sauce looked great but I ruined it!" I followed my arms.

"Wait So that's why we went out for dinner instead," His mouth formed into a 0 shape. He looked like his ten-year-old self when he found out the mini Cinnamon Toast Crunch people weren't real.

He thought they would eat his tongue off while fighting to eat each other.

How did he even make it to senior year?

I rolled my eyes hard and mentally facepalmed.

"Ok but to be fair that's the greatest compliment Damon has ever given anyone," He shrugged.

"Whatever."

My phone blings and a smile forms on my lips. I widen my eyes realizing Brett must think I'm ignoring him.

Harley looked at me confused then gazes at my phone which blings again.

"Who's blowing up your line?" He asked curiously. More like being a nosey stalker brother.

"It's just emails from school about my grades," I lie. If I told him the truth he'd freak and want to chop Brett's handsome head off.

"You're lying to me. You know you're a bad lair," He glared.

"I'm not," I feel my self starting to bite my lower lip.

"Then stop biting your lip," He folds his arms.

"Can you get out of my room please?" I say getting annoyed.

"Not until you tell me who's texting you. Is it a guy? Is it that Brett kid?!" He walks over to my bed.

"No! God Harley get out before I call mom!" He Ignored me and snatched my phone, walking away.

I get on top of my bed jump onto his back trying to take it back. But he stretches his arm out where I can't reach.

Damn you height!

Harley reads the text messages that Brett sent out Loud. "You're not hanging out with him." He said In a stern tone and throws my phone on the bed. He walks out of my room walking back to his.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I followed him.

"You're not hanging with him Hermione that's final."

"You're not my dad!" I stomp my foot as he enters his room.

"Hang out with who?" Damon comes out of Harley's bathroom, wearing only grey sweatpants with no shirt on.

Oh, no... Grey sweatpants! I need to abort right out of here.

Is it getting hot in here?

Why does he have to be so damn fine?!

But he's not mine. he's my best friends and I have to except that.

"Bro, would you put a shirt on? my sisters drooling over you," I scoff as my cheeks heat up. Harley throws Damon a shirt.

He smirks at me and puts it on.

Nooo, awe.. goodbye perfect abs...

Why? Why does he do this to me?

Ugh, go away butterflies, not now!

"Now who's not hanging out with who?" Damon repeats, sitting on Harley's bed un-pausing their game.

"That new kid Brett is trying to make my sister a teen mom," I scrunch my face up at his words. Damon pauses his game and looks at me with an emotion I can't explain.

"Harley You're disgusting."

"I don't trust him."

"You don't even know him. He's nice to me," I shrug.

"He's only nice to get into your pants, trust me I know how guys work," Damon said and I roll my eyes.

"Coming from the guy who's a player," I scoffed and rolled my eyes again.

"Was. I was a player but I have an amazing girlfriend now," He winks and I bite down on my lip hard wishing he didn't mention scarlet. I never hear the end of it.

When everyone at school found out that Damon put aside his hoes and player ways, they became the topic of every conversation for a year.

Everyone says that scarlet changed the players' ways.

I don't believe that.

Now I'm not saying Damon will cheat on Scarlet which by the way, he better not because scarlets heart is too sensitive to break and I hate seeing her aid which is rarely since she's always smiling.

I just have a feeling Damon hasn't completely given up on being a player.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Or maybe I'm right.

Now that I think about. I've never heard Damon say I love you to scarlet. He'd only say 'love ya' or 'Love you' with an awkward laugh. But not a normal meaningful I love you.

Weird.

"I'm hanging out with him whether you two like it or not."

"He's your boyfriend now?" I ignore Damon and walk back to my room.

I shut my door and hop back into my bed, grabbing my phone and reading over Brett's text messages.

Brett:
Are you there?

Brett:
It's ok if you don't want too.

Brett:
Did I do something wrong?

Brett:
Why are you ignoring me beautiful? :(

Brett:
I'm officially stalking you.. sorry.

I laugh out loud at him and reply.

Me:
I'm so sorry. my dumb brother is being overly protective.

Brett:
I uh knew that. I wasn't totally crying to my mom about how a beautiful girl won't answer my texts...

Brett:
No, I'm just kidding but I was kind of sad when you didn't text back.

Me:
You're making my stomach hurt From laughing stop!

Brett:
Glad I can make you smile then ;) So is that a yes or no to hanging out?

I think about it for a minute. do I want to hang out with Brett? No guy has ever asked me to hang out with them EVER!

I text back answering his question.

So now I guess I'm hanging out with Brett this Friday. Currently not smiling.. ok that's a lie. I just wish it was Damon who- no!

God Hermione, what's wrong with you? You can't have him!

"Stupid Head," I mumbled, hitting the side of my head. I fall back on my bed, thinking maybe I'm not alone anymore.

Don't get your hopes up.

What?

What? Who said that?

Freaking thoughts! Shut up!

Ugh, I sound and feel really stupid yelling at my inner thoughts.