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fixed it up, it would be okay. I just hated that I shared a wall with Carter. I heard every noise he made at night. Teenage boys make a lot of noises, if you catch my drift.
    I wondered if he thought of me. He barely spoke to me, and it hurt. I guess it was what I had wanted, but it still stung. So I decided to do anything I could to get his attention. That included slathering my skin with baby oil and sunbathing in a teensy tiny bikini every single day the rest of the summer. I set up my chair directly under his window, because I knew he watched me.
    One day in July, he came down to see me. “Brielle?” he called softly.
    I turned my head to look at him and a slow smile crossed my lips. “I wondered when you’d be out here.”
    “What?” he looked confused.
    “I know you watch me.”
    “Me? Watch you? You’re crazy,” he scoffed.
    “Hey, while you’re down here, brother, do you think you could rub some oil on my back? I’m not getting a good tan.” I held up the bottle of oil and he paled as I shook it back and forth.
    “Sure,” he choked out, taking the oil from me. He unscrewed the bottle, poured oil in his hand, then placed the bottle on the ground. He rubbed his hands together and I squeezed my eyes shut.
    Carter Travis was going to touch me. His hands hit my hot skin and I shivered slightly, moaning, “Rub harder!” Things heated up pretty quickly and I knew I had to make it stop, so I cut him again. “I know you're in love with me, Carter.”
    He froze, withdrawing his hands. “I am not.”
    “I'm gonna be your sister...” I giggled.
    “You’re not my sister!” he yelled, backing away from me.
    I rolled over to my back and eyed him. “When our parents get married, I will be. I knew you had it bad for me, Carter, I just didn’t realize you were this pathetic.”
    “Fuck you!” he yelled and I grinned.
    “You’d love to. But sadly, you’ll never get to.” I waved him away, pretending the game was no longer fun for me. “You can go.”
    He tore upstairs, and I soon followed. I wasn’t done with him yet. This was hilarious. I lolled against his door jamb, sucking on an orange lollipop I’d found in the kitchen and he soon came out of the bathroom, glaring at me in annoyance.
    “Wow, nice room,” I giggled.
    “Get out of my room.”
    “Isn’t this where you want me?” I pouted, then walked further in and draped myself across his bed. “I hear you at night, you know. Do you always think about me when you...?” I paused as he didn’t answer and giggled. “You do, don’t you. Oh, poor Carter. A nice boy like you shouldn’t want a bad girl like me. I am a bad girl, you know. I could show you things that would blow your little...mind.”
    “Get out.” he huffed and rolled his eyes.
    “Carter, you need to get over me. I’ll never want you. Ever. In a million years. You’re a geek. I prefer older, more sophisticated men.” I crossed my legs and reclined on his bed.
    “Right, like your charming boyfriend who did God knows what to you against a wall.”
    Ouch, kitten has claws . “It was fun. But we’re over.”
    “Whatever. Get out.” He was obviously over my bullshit games.
    “I’m going to be someone, someday, Carter, and you better be nice to me,” I whispered.
    “You’re never nice to me!”
    I pouted slightly then smiled. “I know. But you still love me. Don’t you?”
    “You’re a bitch,” he growled.
    “I am. But I’m beautiful and sexy. You have loved me for years. It’s kinda cute how you actually think something will happen. If only you were older, and someone else…” I sighed, sat up and shrugged. “But you’re not. You’re Carter Travis. I’m Brielle Harper, and I’m totally out of your league.”
    “Just leave me alone,” he snapped.
    “I can’t. That would ruin all of my fun.” I hopped off his bed and darted toward him. Gripping his hips, I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck and darted out of his room before I did