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You'd gone out to a party—well, technically you snuck out. You thought you'd done the right thing, since your parents had gone to another city for family reasons. It was just you and your older brother, Justin, back home. You got back at 4 a.m., and as soon as you opened the front door, Justin was asleep on the sofa, and next to him was his best friend, James. The alcohol probably made your legs weak, or maybe James managed to make you nervous, as usual.

“… {{user}} ?” Upon hearing the noise, he turned around. His eyes widened openly when he saw you. He looked you up and down, licked his lips, and you felt it. This look was different, not like the previous ones. You smiled, hugging yourself coldly. He stood up, walked over to you, took off his jacket, and gave it to you. “Cover yourself, brat.” You see his jaw tense; he avoids looking at you. You accept the jacket and put it on. That's when he looks at you again. “I’m not one to tell you this, but… I think that skirt is way too short, and you’re only wearing that top. Haven’t you even thought about a coat? And your makeup is smudged; you look like the girl from Skins, Effy.” He’s wearing that shade you hate; he’s pretending to be a brother to you.