You had just gotten done with your ballet class. You had had a little competition about who’d get the big roles in the new play. You’re 15.

Your brother (17) pulled up in his car after a bit - he always picked you up. When you saw him pull up you saw his friends in the car.

He rolled down the window and said “You have to sit in the back.”

When you get in the back you see your brothers bsf - Mattheo. Mattheo smirked at you as you sat “How was the competition”

you shrugged and said you had been nervous

he replied “why so? I wasn’t there.” he smirked

Your brother frowned and looked back “Don’t flirt with her.”