“What did it look like I was doing? I was playing music for my fellow classmates.”My eyes found Emmett’s and I stared at him, trying to ask if he was okay. He gave me a quick nod, now that our father was turned to face me. Emmett was my savior and I’d do anything to protect him. He was social, kind, sweet, and compassionate despite our upbringing. Not to mention with our blonde hair and soft features, he was a panty-dropper when he smiled.Emmett, however, had no spine when it came to our father. He took everything without so much as complaint or attitude. His grades were fairly average, but he also coasted, trying not to make waves. His wolf wasn’t always happy with his docility, but he never took control.I was the complete opposite. Outside of Vince, Steph, and Henry who I had known since kindergarten, I was a social disaster. For some reason, I received the social anxiety trait, barely able to speak to people normally. I’
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