The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 3: Jeremy Chen

 "Youngin! You fucking traitor! You promised to pick me up!" An aggravating shrill kills at any sense of sanity I had today as Niko stuffs his face in front of mine from behind.

My palm latches onto his face as I shove him back, causing him to curse at me like the petulant child he was born to be. Returning the gesture back as he pushes me by the nape forward, jumping over and his weight creates a dip in the couch as he gets unnecessarily close in my personal space.

"I never said I would pick you up." Spoken with more un-interest than anyone could ever imagine.

"You twat! It's a sacred brotherly bond where you are supposed to pick me up anyway because you are my junior!" Drastically shaking my shoulders as if to shake some sense into my thick skull.

Sitting there with an expression filled with boredom, over the years I've learned it's never good to feed into the idiot's actions, giving him a reaction is like giving him a pot of gold. Not like he needs it, his dad is a fucking billionaire.

"Aren't you two chummy?" An aggravating, know-it-all voice rings my ear, almost as infuriating as Nikos as both our heads turn to find Callum standing there holding a cigarette between his fingers, disheveled ink black hair that looks like fingers have raked through it while holding onto it for dear life. A crumpled white shirt that is half tucked in his black slacks which ironically are ironed nicely, great contrast to his shirt.

"You look like you were just fucking someone, oh God I know what it is." Niko mockingly snaps his fingers and crawls off of me, "You want me to help, can't make a girl finish. Well Harper, although I don't do leftovers I will always help a doting student."

Callum however carried his same stoic expression as his monosyllabic voice filled the air again, "Go ahead, she's waiting in your bed."

That earns a half hearted grin from me as Niko narrows his glacier eyes at him as if he's planning his murder. "Funny." He replied with an unamused octave. 

"Where were you?" My bored tone pirouetting through the air.

He takes another drag of his cigarette as his lips twist upward, "Worried about me Chen?"

"Left me alone with this bastard, that's a punishment delivered straight in hell."

Said bastard kicks his foot at my shoulder as he jumps off of the couch as he brushes his longer hair out of his face, raking his hand through it. "You boring losers need me in your life."

"Need you to do something in your pathetic life, get up. Maverick is arriving any moment so get your sorry asses up." He lifts his half burned cigarette in my direction. "You too mute."

All I deliver to him is a grumble which causes his grin to grow.

His younger brother decided to move out, finally hitting age eighteen. That sociopath decides it would be easier to bring the lowwitted chicks that he could never ever care about, over to a space where his parents weren't in the other room. Niko convinced the one person who doesn't want to smash his head into a wall to come move in with us, we have plenty of room.

"Prepare the tissues, aunt Stella's beautiful eyes will drown us in her tears- Ouch! Man for the second time today." He rubs the center of his nape that Callum just striked. This is a crazy idiot who is ridiculously protective of his mom.

"Speak of my mother in any ill manner again and you'll choke on your tears."

"Man I was kidding, love your mom, she's totally hot- Ouch! Fuck off!" This time he catches Callums wrist and a bloodlust look befalls his eyes.

The two have a standoff like wolverines as I watch with sunken eyes. In addition to provoking the normally calm Callum, I indulge in Nikos stupidness. "He isn't wrong."

Both of their heads snap in my direction, Callums calm expression hides a deadly storm while Niko stares at me like I walked for the first time.

"That's my Youngin!" He drops the others arm and slaps me on the back like I scored a touchdown. "Taking your elders' side! I've never been prouder!"

Callums provoked expression fades down to a calmer one as he takes another drag of the cigarette, "Lousy attempt."

"It worked, didn't it?"

He tilts his head at me as he proceeds to take another drag, "Not well enough." His tone matches mine in boredom. His stance, his body language, his fucked up mindset always reminded me of Sherlock Holmes, especially the nicotine addiction.

Ripping Nikos' touch away from me, only causes him to roll his head back in a snicker as he brushes his long hair out of his face. "When's Baby Harper coming over?" He asks.

"To your funeral after hearing you call him that? I say an hour." Callum replies.

"Bullshit, my confidant loves me and will let me call him whatever he wants." Niko replies with a smug smile, his thumb rubbing the stud above his eyebrow.

"I would be careful if I were you." An angelic voice drowns out whatever psychopathic behavior was radiating in the air as the gorgeous Stella Alonso saunters into the room. Hugging a box to her torso, the sullen brown being a background character to the illuminating and eye-catching green of her dress.

Niko meets my gaze and smirks at me, causing a small grin to escape me.

Only for Callums eyes to narrow as he makes his way towards his mother, she offers him a chasting look at the cigarette in his hand. He looks not bothered whatsoever as he takes the box from her and plants a kiss on her cheek.

But instead she pressed two fingers to his lips and pushed him away with a cheeky smile, "What did I say about smoking young man?"
"It keeps him tolerable." A gruff voice emerges and a large arm wraps around her narrow torso, Uncle Christian pulls his wife in a protective manner towards his chest.

She flips her head over her shoulder and narrows her gaze, "Are you encouraging your son's smoking habits?"

Callum offers his father a mock salute while taking another drag, yet this time Aunt Stella rips the butt from his hand and burns it out.

In the meantime, Niko comes up behind and throws an arm over Callums shoulder as a cunning expression covers his face, "Don't worry Aunt Stella, I'll starve him of his disgusting habit."

In a sly manner, he slips away from Callum and travels towards the loving couple as he takes her bronzy hand in his own and presses a gentleman kiss to her hand, "Pleasure to see you."

A smile stretches on her face as Uncle Christian narrows his gaze at the boy as if he wants to strangle him.

Niko simply fixes his stances and rakes a hand through his hair, "Didn't see you there Uncle."

"How could you with that bird's nest blocking your vision." His gruff voice replies, my lip twitches upward.

Aunt Stella swats his chest in a disapproving manner, he catches her hand and presses a kiss to it. "Christian." She speaks in a scolding tone.

"Butterfly." He speaks nonchalantly with a grin.

Callum rolls his eyes at his parents flirting, I feel him on that. PDA is always a welcome guest whenever it comes with my parents.

"Where's Maverick?"
Aunt Stella's expression switches to one of displeasure and panic, her hair whips against Uncle Christians shoulder as her eyes go wide, "He isn't with you?"

Ah, well shit.