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Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Chapter 3

“How was your first day?” Tom asked excitedly as I unlocked the car.

“Wonderful,” I rolled my eyes.

He snorted. “What crawled up your ass and died? Christ, how bad could it have been?”

I flipped him off before sliding my way into my new car and driving off to my new home.

Tom didn't say a word to me until after dinner. He followed me up the stairs and to my room before sprawling across my bed. “So Al, are you ready to talk with me yet, or are you going to get pissy again?”

“I wasn't being pissy,” I defended as I wedged myself between my brother and the wall.

He sighed dramatically. “Whatever, I wanna hear about your day.”

I propped my head up on my elbow to look at Tom. “Why are you so interested in my day?”

“Cause I heard you were hanging out with Jack Barakat,” he was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I thought I was the gay brother.” I got a solid punch to shoulder for that one. “I was, how do you even know who he is?”

“Oh my god Alex, he runs that place. My senior friends worship him like a god! He's a whole year younger and they would all line up to kiss the ground he walks on.”

It hadn't really occurred to me that Jack was that guy. I knew he was popular, that was obvious, but that popular? And he talked to me? “Um, wow.”

“What did you even say to get his attention?” My older brother was hanging on my every word for some extravagant monologue where I got down on my knees and begged for Jack's attention and acceptance.

I shrugged. “He smacked my ass in the hallway, then sat next to me in class and got in trouble for trying to talk to me, and then he dragged me around with him for the rest of the day. Oh yeah, and he smacked my ass again, it was really annoying.”

The looks of disappointment and shock on Tom's face made it seem like I forced him to watch me step on a puppy. He was silent for a while. During that time, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I rolled on my back, choosing to ignore my awestruck brother as I unlocked my phone. “Lexyyy you're ruining my rep here. I told you to text meee :(“ from, wait for it...“Jacky<3”.

I groaned. “Jesus this guy's annoying.”

That got Tom's attention. He could sense potential gossip from a mile away, nosy bastard. “Who?”

“That Barakat kid. He whines like thirteen-year-old girl.” Tom's eyes popped out of his head and rolled right across the flood.

“You're shitting me?!” He grabbed my phone to read the text.

“Um, rude,” I snatched it back.

“What are you gonna say to him?”

I shrugged. “Probably nothing.”

Tom scoffed. “The king of our school is texting you and you're just not going to answer him?” His hand touched his forehead as he “fainted”. “It's like I don't even know you anymore!”

I groaned. “Oh my god, fine! I'll answer him if it will shut you up.” He grinned wide and severely encroached on my personal space to read my reply. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, type away.” He didn't move.

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't sure who I wanted to punch in the face more, him or Jack. “Problem?” I hit send. “Are you sufficiently pleased now? Will you go away so I can go to bed?”

You would've though I told him to cut out his spleen with a spoon. “Without seeing what he says?! Are you joking?!”

My phone vibrated again. I had a feeling that Jack had been waiting with his phone in his hands because that was fast. “Obviously! I need my street cred to stay in tact! If you're not going to let me ravish you at least play along.” I snorted. This cocky motherfucker.

I sent Tom off to bed on a whim that he might be having heart palpitations, and reading my last replay certainly wasn't going to help. “Who said I wasn't letting you ravish me? I had to leave my boyfriend to move so lord knows I haven't gotten any in weeks. See you tomorrow 'Jacky'”

I smiled. You make what you will of that, Jack Barakat.