My Best Friend Brother

Episode 24

Ariel’s POV contd….

“Libby!” I whisper shout as she rounds the corner.

She looks around the empty halls and her eyes land on me before she looks at me weirdly and then slowly walks in my direction. “Why are you not in class? And I can’t stay long because I got called to the principal’s office for I don’t know what.” She rolls her eyes.

“I called you.” I whisper as I frantically look around.

“Why would you- and why do you have half of your body hiding behind that wall?” She looks at me as if I’m crazy.

I sigh but reply nonetheless, “I have a slight problem.” I slowly say.

“What kind of problem?” She asks.
“A P.E problem…” I elaborate hoping that she catches on.

She looks at me confusedly but then catches on, “Oh.” She replies nonchalantly. “Oh…” She says once she fully understands. “You know Adam isn’t going to like that.” She warns.
At this f–k up place that is supposed to be called a school, when a senior forgets her P.E outfit at home, she’s forced to wear a little spaghetti strap tank top and a shorts that is right below your a-s.

Apparently our coach claims that it’s a punishment but we all know what a perverted a—–e he is so a few girls try hard not to forget their uniform at home while others purposely do it so that boys can see them parading around in little skimpy uniforms.

Of course we have the choice to stay in our regular clothes and not participate but since I missed last Friday due to waking up late, if I miss today, that’s a B- in Physical Education which is way too low for me.

“I know he won’t like it, that’s why I want you to help me.” I say growing aggravated by the second.

“Okay, let me see it. I’m sure its not that bad.” She gestures.

I hesitantly come from behind the wall after searching the hallow halls.

“Oh s–t, that’s bad.” She curses to herself.
“What am I going to do?” I yell. “The bad part about it is that you look good it in. Too good in it. Really good in it. Way
too-” Libby starts rambling but I cut her off.
“I get it, Libby! Now what are we gonna do about Adam.” I ask.

“Look, he hardly goes to his class. Luckily today, he’ll just hang out with the guys behind the school.” She assures me.
“I guess…” I rub my forearm unsurely. “Good! Now go.” She says as she slaps me on my a-s.

I cringe from the stinging pain while rubbing my a-s cheek and sticking out my tongue at her as I walk away.

Adam’s POV
I listen to the boring Math teacher that stands before me in all of his bald glory.
He talks about equations or some s–t as he points to the board with a metre ruler as the students try to rush down all the s–t that’s flowing from his mouth.

I mentally roll my eyes and then carry my attention to the window as I gaze at the field full of students that await the beginning of their lesson.

There are some who are socialising amongst themselves, but the other half of the field which is taken up my most of the students, is what caught my attention.

There’s a group of boys whispering to each other as they all lick and bite their lips. I roll my eyes at the thought of probably another w—e purposely forgetting her uniform to receive the ‘punishment’ of wearing a smaller version.

Usually, it doesn’t get this much attention though, I think to myself for a quick second.
In another corner is another group of girls, looking in the same direction with a disgusted, envious look on their face.

This however, now catches my attention since no one really pays attention to these types of girls.
I raise my head a little out of curiosity over the sea of h—y teenagers and what my eyes see next nearly makes me fall out of my chair from shock and anger.

There, was Ariel in one of those ‘outfits’ as she wraps both of her hands around her waist securely, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as her light brown hair creates a wall to prevent anyone from seeing her face.

The anger consumes me by the second and I quickly rise from my seat, much to Mr. Bald’s dismay. At least that’s what my name for him is.
“Where are you going Mr. Haynes?” He shouts.
I ignore his question and dodge through all of the tables before exiting the classroom with everyone’s eyes on me.

They know that she’s mine, that even if we weren’t together, she was always still off limits, yet they chose to look at my
Ariel with lust filled eyes.

I make my way onto the field and everyone cowards away discreetly, making more than enough space for me to pass through.

I stomp into Ariel’s direction with clenched fists and gritted teeth as I try my best to not let me anger control me.

As soon as I reach her, I tear my jacket from off of my body and throw it over her shoulders as it was big enough to cover half of her body.
I don’t give her time to speak as I then practically run into the direction of the perverted assholes.

They swiftly remove their attention from Ariel and then shift it to me with a “Oh, s–t.” look on their face.

That was when they knew they f—-d up.