Chapter 1

Best Friends Forever? : Chapter One :

 

I entered the school, stepping out of my car and was instantly greeted by my 'friends'. Yeah, so called friends, all of the girls were friends with me only because they were eager to know why guys liked me so much. I don't really understand this, whats so great about being good looking? Its always that girls start being envious and worship the ground you walk on and boys keep asking you out. Well, let me tell you one thing, even though many guys have asked me out, I haven't had a boyfriend yet.

Point is, I don't believe in dating, not because I've had a past, but it just doesn't interest me. No I'm not a lesbian, but I just don't feel like dating anyone. I'll do it when someone catches my eye.

And then my eyes fell on two of the hottest guys in school, all girls just go crazy over them. Cole and Bradley Harvard. They're brothers, step brothers to be precise. And they never get along, everyone knows they hate each other. Its not like they fight in the middle of the hallway or anything, but their eyes say it all. You could call it a Cold War kind of thing.

Nonetheless, even though they were extremely good looking, I wasn't attracted to either of them. Neither were they, thankfully, none of them hit on me. We never even spoke to each other once.

"Oh my god Scarlet I love your outfit. Where did you get it?" Joanna gushed, giggling like a five year old. Seriously? I mean come on.

"Yeah my mom designed it for me." I told her and opened my locker to get my stuff out. My mom was a fashion designer, a very famous one at that. She was never home, neither was my father. Needless to say we all were strangers to each other.

"I love that outfit." Another girl grinned at me, I don't remember her name. Whatever, I smiled my widest and walked to first period.

"Good morning everyone. Lets start with the third chapter shall we?" Mrs. Carson announced, walking inside the class.

"What are you doing tonight Scar?" Someone whispered in my ear and I whisked my head to face them.

"Its Scarlet." I said, giving a stern look a guy called Carl. He's been hitting on me since eighth grade, and I've always turned him down, God knows why he's so hell bent on going out with me. Can't someone just grasp the fact that a girl isn't interested?

"None of your business." I said, flashing a sarcastic grin that made him shut up and he turned his face away to the board. I shook my head in exasperation and concentrated on taking notes.

 

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"So you're denying because you don't date, like at all? Or is it just because you're a lesbian." John said, leaning on the locker while I was looking for my jacket. I sighed in defeat. I am seriously tired of people asking me out all day long. I know most girls would kill to be like me but, an advice from me to all girls, when every guy, and I mean every single guy keeps bothering you by asking you out just because you're pretty, its worse than getting third degree.

It seriously sucks.  

I banged my locker shut and turned around, walking away from him. I am most certainly not in the mood to deal with idiots like him. I walked to the parking lot and unlocked my car.  

"Scarlet. Talk to me." John grabbed my arm, turning me around. One fact about me that everyone needs to know, I do not like being touched. I pushed his hand away, shooting a glare.

"Don't you dare touch me." I snarled. He stepped back with a frown and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"There are guys waiting for you to go out with them Scarlet. Don't let them down." He said as I opened the door of my car.

"What I should and shouldn't do is not something you're supposed to tell me. So back off and don't even think about getting anywhere near me." I said, pointing my index finger in his direction and got into my car, hearing laughs from people around.

Yeah, that's what you get when you mess with Scarlet Walker.  

Starting my car, I drove off to home in a minutes time. I swear guys seriously piss me off. I mean have they got no other work except bothering a girl? Come on, get a life.

"Good afternoon miss. Should I get your juice?" Gordon, our butler asked when I slammed the front door shut.

"No thank you Gordon, I'm fine."

"Very well miss. If you need anything..."

"I'll intercom you. I'm just not in a good mood right now. Could you leave me alone?"

"Of course miss. My apologies." He smiled apologetically and walked away. I sighed and made my way to my room, and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

When I got out, it was almost nine in the night. Running a hand through my wet hair, I rummaged through my closer and picked out my pajamas before getting dressed and walking to the intercom in my room.

"Gordon, please get me my dinner."

"Yes miss." He replied and I sat on my bed, turning on the tv. After a few minutes, Gordon knocked on the door.

"Come in." I said and the door opened. Gordon walked inside with a tray of food and set it on the table beside my bed.

"Anything else miss?" He asked.

"No that'll be all thank you. You can go to sleep now." I flashed a smile.

"Alright miss." He said and walked outside shutting the door.

I surfed through the channels and settled on a movie, I don't even know what it was since I was busy munching down the delicious chicken.  

I dozed off after finishing the dinner.

 

I was woken up at the sound of a knock on my door. Opening my eyes, I stood up and unlocked the door. Gordon was standing there, rubbing his eyes.

"Whats wrong Gordon?" I asked, yawning.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you at this time of the night but there are two gentlemen asking for you."

"Two gentlemen?"

"Yes miss."

"What are their names?"

"They said Cole And Bradley Harvard."

I gasped. Why would these two idiots be at my place at two a.m.

"I'll take care of them you can go." I told him and he walked to his room while I made my way down to the living room. Both of them were sitting on the couches, shooting death glares at each other. Okay let me get this straight, none of them have ever made an attempt to speak to me, and here they are, at two in the night, with..bags? What the hell is going on? I approached them and folded my arms, stopping in front of them.

"Umm hey." Cole said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hey..?" I raised a brow.

"I know its kinda weird we're here at this time, seeing we practically need acknowledge each other but.." Bradley began when Cole cut him off.

"But I'm in need of a place to live since my father kicked me out..."

"We. We are in need of a place to stay."

"Why would you guys come here for help?"

"Because we don't have any friends who would let us stay at their places. We couldn't think of anyone else since you're the only person who isn't our 'friend'." Cole quoted with his fingers. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This is weird.

"And you guys think I'll let you stay here because...?"

"You're a caring girl?" Bradley beamed. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry I can't. Even though I would like to help, I possibly cannot because I don't think it would be appropriate for us to be living under one roof without parent supervision. Its not right for a girl to be living with two guys."

"We know that. But umm...there's something You need to know." Cole said.

I raised a brow, waiting for them to finish.

"We're kind of you know, different.." Bradley trailed off. I narrowed my eyes, not understanding a word.

"Yeah like really different." Cole have a nervous laugh.

"Its like you know, in a different way its kinda..."

"Look guys, whatever it is, spot it out. I'm not gonna sit here all night." I said and they both looked at each other nervously. Seriously what is it?

"We're gay." Both of them spoke together. My mouth fell open. That is impossible. Completely, totally without a doubt, im-freaking-possible. 

 

"You guys really think I would believe that?" I shook my head.

"We are!" Cole said.

"Both of you are the most well known players in school. You're both surrounded by girls all the time. How would anyone in their right minds believe that nonsense?"

"That's because we don't wanna ruin our reputation." Bradley looked down to the floor. This is so stupid.

"Yeah. We really are gay."

"If you guys are lying..." I trailed off, pointing a finger at them both.

"We're not. We are gay. So its not a problem if we like live together you know. We won't hit on you or anything. And you also know that we've never hit on any girl. Its just that the girls drape themselves over us and.." Cole started saying.

"Yeah yeah I know that." I nodded. They were right I mean, I'd never seen them ask any girl out, neither had I seen them making out with a girl in public. They mostly hanged out with guys so...

Maybe they are gay. I thought for a while. Letting gay guys live with me isn't a problem as such. At least they won't hit on me, and having friends that don't keep flirting with you all day is something I need. I need actual friends.

After racking my brain for about five minutes, I turned to face the eager looking faces. Whats the worse that could happen? Its not that bad. So I did what I felt was right. I nodded.  

And that, was the beginning of the greatest friendship.

Chapter 2

Best Friends Forever? : Chapter Two :

 

 

I was sleeping peacefully snuggled up into my pillow when I was deliberately woken up by the sound of someone yelling on the top of their voices. Who in their right minds would yell at six in the morning when normal people are asleep? I'll give you the answer, those people would probably be Cole and Bradley. Why did I let them stay in my house again? I guess I'm too stupid.

I stood up and opened the door of my room before stepping outside. Both the idiots were standing in the living room cursing at each other. Could my life get any better? I mean seriously,thatwasn't sarcasm. Look at me, I barely even pay attention to guys and here I am, drooling at two incredibly hot guys who are arguing in my room, did I mention they were shirtless? Well, it is most certainly a good sight to see, isn't it just bloody suckish that these two are gay. I mean, the first ones I found seemingly interesting are gay.Sadness. Snapping out of my thoughts, I descended the stairs and stood in front of them with my arms folded on my chest.

"Guys..." I began saying but none of them were even one bit aware of me being there.

"My cell phone is broken into pieces and you're asking me to chill out?! What is wrong with you?" Cole yelled.

"Guys..."

"It's not my fault you leave your phone anywhere you wish." Brad replied, still oblivious of my presence.

"Listen..." I attempted again.

"It's my phone I can put it anywhere. You should see where you're walking." Cole stepped closer menacingly. I sighed rolling my eyes and raising my hands in exasperation.

"Guys shut the hell up!" I said, or yelled to put it the right way. Both of them looked at me startled before stepping away from each other.

"Scar..." Cole started, but this time I cut him off.

"Zip it. I'm letting you guys stay here doesn't mean you yell at six in the morning. I don't want you guys fighting at home. Do it outside."

"I'm sorry." They both said in unison.

"Better be." I said and pushed past them making my way to the dining room. Gordon was standing there whilst cooking breakfast for us. Didn't he try to stop these monkeys?

"Gordon, didn't you hear these two people yelling?" I asked, plopping on a chair while the guys did the same.

"I did miss, I even tried to stop them but they were too engrossed in each other to pay attention so I figured I'd leave them be." He chuckled. I smiled shaking my head.

"Why do you guys hate each other so much?" I asked.

"He stole my father."

"He stole my mother."

Both spoke together. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that my father and his mother got married and my father got pretty attached to him and his mother got pretty attached to me." Cole shrugged.

"Weird." I said while Gordon placed our breakfast on the table.

 

 

 

 

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"You're stupid."

"You're a fucking asshole."

"You're a moron."

"You're dumb."

Do I need to mention they're arguing again? The only difference is that right now we all are seated in the living room watching a movie and it has been a week since they came here and we all have become sort of friends. As in me and Cole and me and Brad. Those two can't even tolerate each other in one room. God only knows how I'm handling them.

"Would you both just shut up?!" I yelled.

"I don't understand why you're letting him stay here. I mean, wasn't I enough?" Cole asked, pouting. The best thing about being with these two was that I could tell them anything and everything, they wouldn't even argue about stuff being girly. They kept me happy, even though they argued all the time threatening to kill each other, I was getting fond of them. I could even hug them and give them kisses whenever I wished, since they were of course, gay. And this seriously is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

"Cole, get into your room, now. I'll see you in an hour." I told him. My way of keeping them apart was to spend time with the both of them separately. When I was with Brad, we'd never talk about Cole. And when I was with Cole, we'd never talk about Brad. So this was how I maintained the balance.

"But.."

"Should I kick your ass or you'll leave by yourself Coley-poo?" I said while Brad chuckled beside me.

"Actually I'd like it if you'd kick my ass scary witch." He winked and headed up to his room. I shook my head, chuckling. Yeah we had stupid nicknames for each other. Cole used 'scary witch' for me while Brad preferred calling me 'Scar'. 'Coley-poo' was my nickname for Cole whilefor Brad it was well, Brad. It was strange how we became so good friends in such a short while.

"Look at this video, its hilarious." Brad chuckled showing me his cell phone. I excitedly took it from him and looked at the video. Soon enough we were both in hysterics laughing our asses off. My stomach was aching at the video. It was hilarious. Click! I turned my face in the direction of the sound. Cole stood there with his camera and a goofy grin plastered on his face. He was passionate about photography. Cole's pictures were always intriguing. Brad scowled seeing Cole when he clicked another picture, this time of Brad scowling. I giggled and stuck my tongue out for another picture. Brad and I kept getting our pictures clicked for a while. All this while, none of these monkeys bickered like they always do. We all felt at ease.

"See, it's not that hard for you two to get along." I said as we all fell on the couch exhausted of all the laughing.

"Yeah but I still hate him." Brad replied.

"The feelings mutual man." Cole said and I shook my head chuckling, they're never gonna change.

"Monkeys." I muttered.

"Is anyone up for a pillow fight? I really feel like beating the shit out of Scar right now." Brad said. I cocked a brow.

"For the first time in my life dude, I agree with you." Cole smirked evilly and stood up. Even though I'm happy they're working together, I've to run because they're going to hit me. So I stood up to walk away when they were picking up pillows, but before I could go any further , two arms snaked around my waist stopping me. I turned giving them both a sheepish look which asked them to let me go and have mercy on me but, they just grinned evilly and pushed me back on the couch. A second later I felt the blows on my face sending my hair into a frenzy. Attempting to cover myself with my arms I put them in front of my face covering it but the pillows kept smashing into my face with force. I struggled to push them away but they wouldn't budge. When I had had enough, I stood up with force and picked up a pillow smashing both of them one by one. In a minutes time we all were laughing, sprawled on the floor whilst clutching out stomachs.

"Why don't you two have any boyfriends?" I asked, sitting up. For a second they gave me bewildered expressions and composed themselves. I found it weird, as if they were not expecting me to say the word 'boyfriends'.

"We only have one night stands, relationships are stupid." Cole breathed. I turned to look at Brad who was nodding before pinching the bridge of his nose for a second.

"So you guys are actually gay players?"

They chuckled and nodded.

 

 

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"Let's go to a club tonight." Brad suggested when he got back from work. Cole worked as an intern with a photographer friend of his while Brad worked as a chef in a restaurant. Both of them were collecting money to buy their own places, until then, they were here.

"A club?" I asked.

"It's Saturday." He shrugged. Cole nodded, "That's a good idea."

"Did you just agree with him for the second time today Cole?" I said with a smirk while he rolled his eyes, opening the fridge to grab a coke.

"Go get changed Scary witch, we gotta go." He pushed me in the direction of my room. I gave him a look that said, do-I-have-to and he pushed me further ahead into the room, closing the door behind him. I trudged to my closet and opened it. I had been to clubs before but never had fun as such. Maybe I could tonight, after all I was going with my two best friends. I shrugged and pulled out red high waist shorts and a black halter top with a scarf and my favourite ankle length boots, before walking to the bathroom. Splashing my face with the cold water, I dried it and tied my hair up in a ponytail. I put on some light make up and slipped into the clothes and shoes before walking outside, letting my curly hair lose, which reached the small of my back. When I reached the living room, both the guys were sitting on the couches engrossed in their cell phones. Hearing the voice of my heels, their faces turned to look at me from head to toe. I chuckled when their eyes widened.

"Why the hell am I gay?" Cole whispered, standing up.

"Seriously, why?" Brad agreed and stood up as well. I put my arms into theirs and all three of us walked outside the front door.

"Scar, you look awesome." Brad said as we got into the car.

"I'm driving." Cole announced before I could thank Brad for his compliment.

"Everyone knows you suck at driving Cole." He said giving Cole a flat look.

"At least I'm better than you." Cole replied. I slapped a hand on my head.

"Get in the car, I'm driving." I grabbed the keys from Col's hands before they could stop me and slid into the driver's seat.

"Girls drive worse than guys Scary witch."

"Shut up and get in." I ordered and they obeyed before pouting.

"Where to?" I asked when Cole got into the passenger seat flashing a wicked grin to Brad who scoffed and slid into the backseat.

"Go anywhere you like. We just need to get drunk is all." Cole shrugged. I nodded and drove to a club which was somewhat close to my place. It had always been my favourite, since they had free vodka shots for girls on Saturdays. How cool right? Yeah I know I'm underage for drinking but who cares. We also had fake ids, who doesn't?

I pulled up at the club after ten minutes and stepped outside.

"Yo Scar long time no see." The bouncer, Stan said when we walked up to the entrance. Mostly many of the people there knew me, I used to go there with my 'friends' all the time.

"How are you Stan?" I asked him he just shrugged and flashed a toothy grin. Brad and Cole followed me inside with puzzled looks.

"I'm famous." I told them when the door opened and music came blasting from inside deafening my ears. Ouch.

"Let's go get some drinks." Cole yelled for us to hear properly. We nodded and pushed our way to the bar. People were dancing like maniacs, drunk their asses off. It was always a fun sight to see.

"Scar!" Jimmy beamed when he saw me. Jimmy was the bartender in the club,who knew me as well. I hi-fived him and he pushed a vodka shot in my direction. I grinned and took it from him.

"Jim these are my friends, Cole and Bradley." I told him. He smiled and shook hands with them before taking their orders for the drinks. I bobbed my head to the music swirling around in my chair. When the drinks arrived, the guys and I poured down the vodka into our mouths in one gulp, I cringed at the taste. I had done this before but it certainly burns my throat every time. I raised my index finger for one more and Jim got it for me and so did the guys. In fifteen minutes, we all were drunk.

"Let's dance!" I announced, giggling and dragged them both to the dance floor. We all danced between the crowd laughing at each other when we did something stupid like Cole threatening to kiss Brad in the middle of the club. Yeah, we had gone crazy. Pushing my way through the crowd, I climbed up to the small stage between the club before starting to dance on the song that was indeed making me deaf.

Everyone cheered as I swayed my body to the beats, becoming completely at ease. I had never had so much of fun in my life. Every time I came to clubs, I would drink moderately so I was pretty sober to drive back home myself but today I was totally drunk, without caring about anything. I was finally happy as I had amazing friends. I didn't notice when both of them joined me and we danced away struggling to keep standing straight since the stage was a bit small for all three of us. But we still kept dancing like idiots until two bouncers came and pulled us down to the floor. We kept laughing all the time till we reached outside the club. In a moments time, I was puking my guts out on the side of the road. Brad held my hair back while Cole kept laughing while rubbing my back. I slumped on the footpath, exhausted. A headache made its way to my delicate, tiny little head which was now throbbing away.

We were sitting on the road, with our backs resting on the walls of the club and Cole was still laughing. I have no idea why. Brad just sat next to me with his head resting on my shoulder. I yawned, resting my head on his when I felt Cole's laughter subside and his head on my extended legs. In a few minutes, we all were asleep, on the road.

 

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