Fallen for a Slut? (1)

Jacob's POV

I was angry. Being forced to move to England for my dad's sake is terrible. My brother Daniel had told me to look at the benefits of moving. He was two years older than me but he always looked positively.
"Name a possibility." I asked angrily. What good things could there be about moving and leaving all my friends?
He smirked and shook his head before saying, "British babes." I had to laugh at that even though I was angry. My brother was a boy who wrapped his life thinking about girls as benefits to everything.

My dad had to spoil me and Daniel's moment of actually bonding together by reminding me about having to pack and reminding me of going to England tomorrow. My father and I never got along. I didn't want to follow his footsteps of becoming an author. I enjoyed writing but it wasn't the thing for me. I was into loads of different things, from making pottery to being the star of the soccer team.

I threw all my things into my suitcase as my dad didn't care about me and my stuff. When my mum had died when I was a baby, he blamed it on me. Every time I got angry with him he would always say, "Don't kill for the second time." He was smart, but he was horrible. I'd seen pictures of him and mum and I couldn't understand why in every picture, she was either laughing or hugging him or some sort of affection.

He treated Daniel fine, always making sure he was happy, making sure I wasn't bugging him. All that kind of stuff basically. He hated me, I hated him, that's how we lived. I didn't mind one bit. I was happy that I hadn't inherited anything of his features.
In fact we were complete opposites. My dad had a round beer-belly, I had a six-pack with a firm stomach. He had a baby face with no hair on his face (and on his head for that matter). I had my mother's black curly hair (my father originally had blonde). He had brown boring eyes that were behind thick-rimmed black glasses. I had bright blue eyes.

My brother inherited everything from him. I used to hate him for that but I learned to accept it but I liked him mostly for his personality. The ability to be able to be utterly serious to ridiculously funny. I liked him for that. We got along great most of the time until my father ruined it the percentage of the time.

I had finished packing up and dived onto my bed. I got to sleep within minutes without another thought. I normally said goodnight to my mother before I went to sleep. Just so she knows I am still thinking about her whilst she's an angel.

"There's a hot girl downstairs, looking for you." Daniel whispered into my ear. I got up immediately. I brushed my teeth and just ran my fingers through my hair.
"Hah! You should have seen your face. You call me girl crazy, you practically jumped out of bed!" He cracked up. He immediately straightened his face and told me that dad had told us that we should take our suitcases to the cab.

We got into the car and we sat in cab in silence when we got to the airport. My dad said thanks and we went inside. When our flight was called up we went into the airplane. All the teenagers all looked up and stared at me and Daniel as we shuffled forward to our seats. We sat down in silence for a few minutes. We did our own separate things after. Dad, working on his story, Daniel working on a tactic to get "British Babes" and me listening to music. We ate loads.

When we got to England Daniel exclaimed, "Hello British Babes!" That made me chuckle silently to myself. I hoped my brother would never change, he cracked me up too much. My father gave me an angry look as if I was the one to cause it.
"Sorry father." My brother said seriously.

We went to the apartment my father had bought. It was seriously dirty with bits of cigarettes every where. There was an really beautiful girl in some sweats who walked out of the room and into another with a pack of sugar. I would not let Daniel ruin this for me like the last time...
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-Note from author-

Some of you wanted me to keep going, others didn't so if you don't want me to keep going, VOTE IN THE POLL! If I get 10 or more people saying that I should stop, then I shall.
Amor y besos
Roni
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