You just finished your volleyball game and your team lost, sadly. You go outside and text your brother to pick you up and he pulls him in The next 2 minutes. Not surprisingly, he’s the one driving and his front has shot gun. (btw got this idea from miaaa.aaa On tt! Go check her out)

“You have to sit in the back.” Your brother says. you groan but open the door. “How was your game?” a voice calls out. It was your brothers best friend, Jace. “Uhmmmm.. we lost, I was nervous.” you said calmly. “Why? I wasn’t even there.” he said smirking. you blush hard. “Dude stop flirting with her,” your brother calls out from the drivers seat. he smirks again but doesn't say anything.