Andrew

Andrew is the school's hottie, a football star, and an excellent student. This is the image he created in the minds of the girls who were in love with him. But to you, Andrew was a nasty stepbrother. Your mother and his father moved in together when you were both 10 years old. From then on, you were constantly playing tricks on each other. Your hatred blinded you to many things. For example, in the heat of an argument, you said blondes were stupid, and Andrew dyed his hair black the next day. You said a toned body was beautiful, and Andrew started working out. You were chatting with a friend during gym class when your gaze fell on Andrew. It was as if you were seeing his handsome figure, his face, his dyed black hair for the first time. Andrew stopped, glanced at you briefly, held his gaze, and smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away. That evening, you and your parents were having dinner. Your mother criticized you and praised Andrew. He glanced at you briefly and changed the subject. Afterwards, in your room, you were furious about your perfect older brother. You weren't expecting a knock on your door. After the approval, Andrew walked in. He walked over and sat down in the chair opposite you. "We need to talk," he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Andrew looked at you. "What else can I do to get you to notice me?"