My Brother Was Destined To Be My Lover??

-PROLOGUE-

My eyes started to water when I heard the irritating sounds of their laughter. My heart thumped faster and faster as I heard footsteps heading in my direction.

I knew it. She had called him. I was lying on the corridor with my clothes soaked in a pasty, ingratiating liquid that they had spilled all over me when I was on the lawn eating my snack.

I had attempted to run inside immediately towards my locker to clean myself up. But Sarah, the most popular girl in the school and my brother's girlfriend, followed me. She startled me by pulling a meter stick out of nowhere and putting it in my way, which made me lose my balance and fall to the ground once more.

"Aww! Look at the poor little nerd lying on the floor, babe." She stood in front of me as she stood next to Trent, my brother, with her arms wrapped his torso possessively as she looked up at him.

Yes. Trent is my older brother. Probably surprising to you that he isn’t defending me or anything against his girlfriend huh? Well, it’s not surprising to me considering this has been going on for a while now. We used to be really close up until two years ago when we entered this stupid school. This is the place where snobby bitches rule and high school bad boy jocks play girls like a game of football. To say that this place was hell incarnate would be, of course, the understatement of the year. No, scratch that. It would be the understatement of the century.

Who am I, you ask? I am Rachelle Sparks, a fifteen-year-old chubby girl, more commonly know to Sarah as that poor little nerd. In this school, where anorexia is the latest fad and any girl above 130 pounds is considered absolutely unacceptable, I tend to stick out like a sore thumb. I’m not big as to where people are afraid I’ll break a chair if I sit on it, but I’m not thin either. In terms of clothing size, a size fourteen is definitely a big no-no.

I’m sure you are all still reeling from the fact that my brother does nothing to defend me from those who pick on me. So allow me to explain. My brother, Trent, never told all these bitchy snobs that I am his sister. Instead, he decided to make up the all so creative story that I am his cousin, someone that he isn’t close to. They all bought it, therefore excluding and isolating me and including him into their circle. After that, it became very clear that having a nerdy sister like me shamed him. Even though this has been going on for two years now, it still hurts.

From my position on the floor I looked up into Trent’s face. He looked at me with widened eyes in horror, and for a moment, I deluded myself into thinking that maybe he would take pity on me and help me up. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. His shoulders started trembling, then he as he shook his head he burst into laughter, killing the tiny hope that had dared to bloom inside of me. Okay, so I got it. Who would ever help me anyway? It certainly would not be my brother, Mr. Hot-Shot. With that, they walked away, laughing their snobby asses off.

We used to be really close. I never, in my fifteen years of life, had ever even tried to hide a secret from him. He knows everything about me, and you could even go as far as saying that my brother had been my best-friend. But all of that changed when we moved to this school and he began to be popular. We still ride to school together, but he always stops his car on the last street before we arrive to drop me off and makes me walk the rest of the way.

The reason he does this is so he won’t be seen and associated with me. Ever since we entered this school, he had undergone a big change. It’s almost like his soul was exchanged for one who didn’t recognize me in the hallways, one who joined in laughing when all the other snobs teased and tormented me.

I tried asking what happened, why the sudden change, thousands of times. But I always failed to get a decent reply. Our parents noticed that everything had completely changed about their son and even the way he treated me but they can't do anything about it though they also tried asking him. In short, his new behavior and personality was a huge puzzle, one we couldn’t put together because we didn’t have all of the pieces.