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These guys are my brothers. And not just because we’re brothers in a fraternity. I’ve been friends with them since I was little. We just found out that misery loves company.
Seven Reed is, well, strange. He was born on July seventh at seven in the morning. On the dot. So his mother thought it was only right to name him Seven.
His parents even divorced when he was seven years old, the divorce finalized on his birthday. The number seven is often considered lucky, and it has a definite mystique. Seven truly fits his name.
Seven started hacking into computers at a young age. In school, he would hack the system to change his grades. He would hack the schoolteacher information and send porn magazine subscriptions to the teachers we hated.
The amazing thing was, he was never caught. The kid can hide himself like the best hackers in the world.
Then there’s Dekker West. He is not a man I would want to be up against in anything. He’s a crazy motherfucker.
After college, his father got into some bad shit around town. Instead of using his degree of whatever the fuck he got, he became president of a motorcycle club out here and is currently still sitting in prison on a life sentence for the murder of some politician or something.
Dekker was still inside his mother’s stomach when his father was arrested. While the club was broken up, and some members arrested, his mother did what she could to raise him and try to keep him out of the spotlight.
Eventually, townspeople forgot about it all. Fast forward all these years later, and he makes his own waves.
His entire body is covered in tattoos, and he looks like he should be part of a club. He spends his time in the gym, turning himself into a fucking beast.
But no matter what, these two are my brothers. We have bonded under crazy circumstances, and we will continue to be there for each other for the rest of our lives.
“Aw, someone’s been crying,” I hear Monica say behind me.
Turning, I see Rory standing by the door. Her eyes are red, and I can see the tear marks from her crying ruining her makeup.
Her eyes meet mine as if she’s silently asking me to help her, but instead, I put my stick down and lean against the table.
“Poor little baby. Did someone hurt your feelings?” Ivy laughs.
I see her fists clench at her sides, breaking away from looking at me. “It’s none of your business.”
“You know, no matter how much black you wear, we can still see how fat you are,” Monica throws at her.
If I was a good stepbrother, I would stop this. She isn’t fat. She just moved to a new city. It’s a lot to take in. Except I’m not a good stepbrother. And my dad is paying for her school, so she’s going to have to learn how to fight her own battles.
She and her mom disrupted my family.
My dad hasn’t so much as talked to me for longer than five minutes these days. He’s been so wrapped up in his new wife, his new life.
So fuck Rory.
“Well, no matter how many times you shove your finger down your throat, you will never be trophy wife material. Fuck off.” My eyes widen at the comeback as I watch Rory walk past all of us and run upstairs.
Turning to Dekker and Seven, I can see them trying to hold back their laughter. Monica is fuming from not being able to get the last word in.
Well played sis, well played.
“I think our senior year is going to be filled with shenanigans,” Seven chimes in.
“You may be right, Sev. This may be the best year yet.” I smile at him and glance back at the girls. They, I’m sure, are planning their revenge on whatever that was supposed to be.
They won’t take being called out lying down.
My sister just put herself in the crosshairs of the meanest girls on campus. And I don’t really want to miss the fun of what they are going to do to her.
Maybe it will send her back to where she came from.
I practically bounce in excitement as I look at my brothers.