Chapter 3

• “Will you really stare at me all day or you 're going to answer my fucking questions? Why the hell are you home so early? Did something happen at school and why the hell have you been Crying ?"
• And when your brother knows nothing about everything that's been going on because of him, you just let yourself drown in your misfortunes.
• "I'm not feeling well and I haven't been Crying.”
• My eyes move across the room and I visibly relax when there's no sign of mother around. It would be a totally different case if that woman was here.
• "Abigail you would never leave school even if you're on the brink of death. That's how much of a nerd you are."
• He rolls his eyes, and I let out a scoff.
• "I'm not a nerd, stop calling me that and I seriously don't have it in me to talk to you right now so can you just. Stay away or something?"
• I walk away but of course, being the perfect brother that he is, he just had to stop me. "I'm serious now, Abigail. Who made you cry: Give me a name." You, Vince. You made me cry.
• “And what will you do if I give you a name? , "Let the fucking bastard that did this know no one makes my little sister cries except me.”
• "And how are you so sure” it's a boy He smirks at that, shrugging. "I've handled too many girls and I've become too familiar with their problems. I know it's a boy, Abigail , so tell me.
• Who broke my little Abigail's heart?"
• "Vincent Greene. "
• I mutter blankly, and he looks confused for a moment before glaring at me. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
• “That you've always caused my problems. "It means you. I thought you were familiar with girl's problems?"
• I mimic his voice and he laughs, lost in thoughts before that smirk I hate too much covers his face.
• "Abigail, you understand I'm your brother, right? Like your biological brother?" Where the hell is this dumbass driving?
• "Which means I Can't give you what you're asking for, little sister. I know I'm attractive and all, but you really shouldn't be having wet dreams about your brother. "Fuckoff!"
• I scowl before turning around to walk up to my room, his loud laugh booming through the entire house.
• It was stupid to think he would understand.
• "It was stupid to have ever thought you would love me. I was the stupid one, but I never regretted it, Bash. "
• I roll my eyes as I take a large spoon of the Ice cream, staring at my screen which I'm getting irritated at Plan one.
• Eat a large bowl of ice cream and
• drown myself in the shitty world of heartaches and heartbreaks which is why I'm currently in my pajamas, tissues at my side, a large bowl of ice cream in hand as I scowl at the third heartbreaking movie I have watched on Netflix.
• I dip my spoon back into the bowl and bring out nothing, bringing me to the realization that I finished the large bowl of ice cream in under five hours.
• I groan before kicking the bowl off my bed, pausing the movie and sliding off the duvet to get another bowl. I should have just bought two together earlier.
• I walk down the stairs with my eyes moving across the room out of habit and I walk towards the kitchen, opening the freezer and pulling out a large bowl of ice cream.
• I stare at the second bowl that's sitting there, ready to be devoured by me and debating whether to take both.
• I've been munching on this thing for hours, and I know it's going to come back at me He rolls his tongue around his lip ring as he smiles to something my brother is saying, his single left side dimple showing with his muscles straining against his black t-shirt that hugs him too tight for no damn reason as he raises his right hand to tap my brother. I can't help but to observe that he now has full sleeve tattoos disappearing into his t-shirt and damn, if that isn't hot then I don't know what is.
• He's there, looking so hot, which leads to me staring back at myself. Oversized pajamas, a messy bun in head with a large bowl of ice cream in hand and probably dried trails of tears across my cheeks from me crying too much.
• It's the first time I 'll see this man again since he went off to college and yet, this is the first impression I give; not that it matters anyway, but still. I wish I could curl into a ball and disappear right now.
• Right on cue, his head snaps to my direction and our eyes meet, his wide grin slowly disappearing as his eyes takes over my body and I stare down at my feet, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment.
• "Abigail, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
• Vince's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I gulp in as I raise my gaze to Sinclair once before meeting Vince's.
• "Sorry, I didn't know someone was around. You should have fucking warned me, you ass hat!”
• "It's fine, little Greene. Wouldn't be the first time I see you in pajamas. "
• Sinclair smiles. He hasn't forgotten that silly nickname he gave me and for some weird reason; I grin back.
• "Hi, I breathe, cursing my voice for sounding so high pitched.
• "It's good to see you again.” I finally settle on the politest choice of words I could come up with and Sinclair nods. "Same for you, little Greene. You've grown prettier. "
• His eyes take me in again, and I blush stupidly under his intense gaze. Well, it's Sinclair
• Leovough, you wouldn't expect less. "Don't fucking hit on her. " Vince hiss and I roll my eyes.
• "I'm not. I'm just telling her the truth. You don't think your little sister grew pretty?” Little sister. Of course Vince rolls his eyes before meeting my gaze once again. "I have somewhere to go with
• this fucker so just tell mom when she gets back!”