Sexy_Trinity69
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Having a brother was never what Isabelle expected it to be. He was supposed to be someone older. Someone that would protect her. But Bennett...well he wasn't the biggest guy around. He was fit. Fast. But by no means the star quarter back or line man. He was handsome. But generally passive. Sweet. Not over protective like the brothers you see fighting guys off tooth and nail. Not that Belle had many too worry about. She did a good job deflecting them up until this point. She was eighteen, about to graduate and she was just now starting to curve in those key places. Most called it being a late bloomer. Isabella called it being cursed. For the past few weeks, a new level of stress rested on top of all her physics and calculus homework. Popularity.
Isabelle plopped down on the wood splintered steps of her house, her blossomed chest heaving in the warm rays of the sun. She'd practically run home to avoid being stopped by one more guy trying to pick her up. It was as if someone had pulled a blanket off her head and the entire male population finally saw her as a woman...not just that androgynous girl that runs track and happens to be good at math. Her slender olive colored fingers shifted through her dark brunette locks and her green eyes shut as she leaned back on the steps. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe she just 'thought' she was being hit on. This was just one big mistake.
Just breathe, Belle. You're over doing this. she mused to herself. Her body relaxed in its awkward position and her hands folded to rest on her baggy grey sweat shirt. It was Bennett's but she was sure he wouldn't notice. He was taking classes at the community college today. She hadn't a clue what time he was getting home, but she figured she'd return it to his room before then.
Isabelle plopped down on the wood splintered steps of her house, her blossomed chest heaving in the warm rays of the sun. She'd practically run home to avoid being stopped by one more guy trying to pick her up. It was as if someone had pulled a blanket off her head and the entire male population finally saw her as a woman...not just that androgynous girl that runs track and happens to be good at math. Her slender olive colored fingers shifted through her dark brunette locks and her green eyes shut as she leaned back on the steps. Maybe she was being paranoid. Maybe she just 'thought' she was being hit on. This was just one big mistake.
Just breathe, Belle. You're over doing this. she mused to herself. Her body relaxed in its awkward position and her hands folded to rest on her baggy grey sweat shirt. It was Bennett's but she was sure he wouldn't notice. He was taking classes at the community college today. She hadn't a clue what time he was getting home, but she figured she'd return it to his room before then.
