Sapphire

I still feel weird walking into Dad’s house without knocking. He told me I didn’t need to knock, and I don’t, but it still seems funny not to. I find Mathius sitting shirtless on the couch, shoving slices of pizza in his mouth. I roll my eyes. I am sure that he has a bottomless stomach. I will admit that my brother is good-looking, but I am unsure how he keeps his six-pack. The asshole is always eating. I set my bag down and sneak up behind him. I take my cold water and let it trickle down the back of his neck. I start laughing. I am sure his head damn near hit the ceiling with how high he jumped, not to mention that girl shriek he released. I laugh at Mathius’s reaction when Dad and Yasmin enter the room. I stand up as Mathius turns and shoots me the death look.

“What the hell is going on?” Dad asks.

“I was sitting here eating pizza when this little shit decided to dribble cold fucking water down the back of my neck.” Mathius hisses.

“Sorry, I figured you were hot