#Chapter97
You have sisters; I have brothers
Tori
Elias pulled into the parking lot of Coney Island, and we got out, making our way inside. We found a booth and sat down. I grabbed a menu and flipped through it.
/"You’re not like most girls I have met./"
/"You’ve known me since I was four. You now realize this./" I smirked.
/"Smartass./"
/"Some people have sisters to torment them. I had brothers./"
Elias gave me a strange look.
/"I meant Gabe, Nate, and Deacon. I don’t consider you as a brother because it’s weird to have a crush on your brother./"
/"This whole conversation is weird./"
The server came and took our orders, then left.
/"I don’t understand something. How did you end up with someone like Bradley Wilson? The guy is a schmuck./"
I sighed. I knew Bradley’s name would rear its ugly head. /"I didn’t think any guy would date me./"
/"Why not?/"
