Kylie's POV
Today's the first day of my senior year, and I'm not excited. Pulling off my covers, I lazily made my way to the bathroom. Turning on the light while rubbing my eyes, I turned to my mirror over the sink and rested my eyes upon myself.
While I was at summer camp, my body decided that it wanted to go through puberty again. Before, I was average, with a little ass, but now I can't even recognize myself.
My bust and butt size had increased. My hips got broader, making my waist look even smaller, while my thighs got a lot thicker, forming the perfect hourglass shape.
Even the acne I had was gone, and my slightly tan skin looked smoother than ever, with a glow. My dark red hair looked very healthy, hanging below my waist. My nose has always been small and pointy, just like my twin brother's.
I let my grey eyes wander over myself, still not believing that this is me. Its me but better but I guess it runs in the family, since my mom is totally a bombshell.
I slowly brushed my teeth before taking a shower. With just a towel around me, I looked through my closet for something to wear. My mom and I went shopping for some new clothes two days before. She picked a lot of things that I would never have thought of buying, not that I'm complaining. I have to admit she has better style than me.
I put on light blue high-waisted jeans and a baggy white shirt tucked into it, along with white sneakers that my brother brought for me when I returned from summer camp.
Summer camp wasn't that bad. I just didn't get to see my family and friends, and I kept to myself most of the time, so no one really bothered me.
I came back a couple of days before and only met with my friends once, and their reactions were a bit overwhelming. They got used to seeing me the way I am now, I think.
I went downstairs to see my mom cooking breakfast. I went up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
Her red hair was tied up, and she was wearing a pink apron that said, "I'm a bad bitch." "Good morning, mom," I said, as I made my way to the counter, sitting down at the stole and pulling out my phone to see if I had any messages from my friends.
[Group Chat]
Mariebear: Let's meet at our usual lunch table.
CC: Why not meet now?
Me: R u at school already, Cole?
CC: Yes, I have to organize my locker and figure out where all my classes are.
Mariebear: Nerd
CC: You're only saying that because you're very unprepared and very late while doing anything and everything.
Mariebear: I bet you 20 dollars to say it to my face when I get to you.
CC: Deal, you barbarian woman.
Romi: Really, guys, this early?
CC: That barbarian started it.
Angie: I have arrived.š Where r u guys?
Me: R you also at school? If so, Cole is the only one there.
Mariebear: I see Cole is rubbing off on you, Angie.
CC: This barbarian.
Me: I think we could meet at lunch.
Romi: Roger.
Mariebear: Si.
CC: Ok, and I'm waiting for you, barbarian.
Angie: Cole, where are you? I need company.
[Group Chat End]
My father then came into the kitchen, dressed in one of his numerous black suits. He kissed my mom before grabbing a toast and then making his way out while checking his watch, making sure to ruin my ponytail while at it. "Dad!" I screamed out while fixing my hair, only to get a chuckle from him as he exited the house.
My dad is one of the best lawyers in his firm; he is busy most of the time but finds time for family. He can be very intimidating to outsiders because of his physique, which Michael, my brother, inherited.
My mom works as a manager at a famous company called Exo Tech, so we are kind of well-off.
My brother Michael then joined me at the dark-colored counter while staring at me. "What?" I asked him softly. "Nothing," he said before turning to watch mom. Michael had shoulder-length wavy blond hair that came from dad, with the same grey eyes as mine, which we both got from our mother. He had a strong jawline and, because he played basketball, he is very fit.
There's no denying, my brother was very handsome and made use of it, considering the number of times I had to cover for him when he brought his "friends" over.
He was dressed in black joggers and a grey t-shirt with black and white Nike shoes. Michael isn't much of a talker at most times; he rather shows his feelings through actions. He usually does boxing in his spare time and also taught me some moves to defend myself.
We understand each other very well, he could tell how I'm feeling just by my expression. I can tell how he's feeling most the times because of certain habits that he has. Sometimes I wonder how he maintains such a straight face at times. Did I mention that he's bisexual.
Mom brought our food to us as we both said thanks. Did I also mention that she was a very good cook and I'm now taking lessons from her. She is a very very good cook, important things have to be said twice.
"So there any boys at camp that you had your eyes on,"said mom.
Causing me to almost choke on my meal while blushing. My Micheal was definitely choking while giving mom the stink eye.
"She doesn't need a boyfriend," he said clearly not liking the idea.
"Oh come on, your such a prude and ohhh, look she's blushing" mom said.
"I d-dont think I need one" I said while I try to make myself look smaller so my mom can move past this topic.
"Ok, so you don't need one, but you never said you didn't want one'" my mom continued and blushed even more.
"See your making her uncomfortable mom," Micheal said in my defense.
"It's like both of you took after Adam's personality, why couldn't one of you take after me. It would have been so much fun," mom said while going into the kitchen.
I'm very certain if there was one more person like my mom in this house I wouldn't survive. I grabbed my black bagpack heading towards the door not before telling mom that I love her.
I then sat in the passenger seat of my brother's audi, waiting for him to come drive me to school. Soon he came in and put his bag in the back seat then started the car.
My mind started to wonder off to our school, the place that I could never survive if not for my brother and my friends.
The school was divided into different groups, you had the popular kids who throws the most insane parties, the skaters, goths, music bands, the people that everybody knows, it goes on and on. It might sound cliche but it's true. It's like everyone's trying to fit in.
I for one would fall into the people that everybody knows but does not talk to and the nerd category. Micheal was the reason why everybody knows me, he was popular and everybody wanted to get with him or be his friend.
So I was like the middle man, they always came to me for his number or some other things and I was afraid of making them feel bad, so i usually cave in. There was a time a girl pretented to be my friend just to get close to my brother lets just say Micheal wasn't please.
Since then my friends would reject the people for me which also led to people insulting me, making cry at night and almost having break downs if not for my brother.
My mind came to the present when the car came to a stop. Then the back door open to reveal Miguel Santiago who was coming in. Miguel was Micheal's friend who is also on the basket ball team, he had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes which seems almost black. He had dimples when he smiles which he does very often. He closes the door then whine down the window just to flip off his big brother Angelo who was heading to his car.
I don't know much about Angelo the man covered in tattoos but I've met him once and he was very welcoming in contrast with his image. He just like a big teddy bear and he also makes these delicious food. Very delicious food, important things have to be said twice.
Miguel is someone I do know bit about. He is Mexican just like Angelo, he's very cheerful and also the party lover in group, standing at 6'3. Never missing a high-school party, he's the person might find drunk at your door step in the morning. He always wears a black cross neckless and one cross earing on the left ear. This does not make him less intimidating, he's just as intimidating as the rest of his friends and one of the biggest play boy in the school. Changing girls like he changes clothes but that's what I heard from my friends.
"Damn mami!" Miguel exclaim "kyl dat you."
His eyes move to my boobs and stayed there for a while before he looked up to my eyes, but there was something different in the way he looked at me. I turned around pretending not to notice but I could still feel his intense stare on me.
"It seems like you don't need eyes, Miguel" my brother said his tone was very cold just as his face "don't look at my sister like that."
I know Micheal wasn't kidding and Miguel knew it too as they both stare each other down non backing down, making me feel tense and I started fumbling with my fingers unconsciously.
"We are g-going to be late,"I spoke out timidly trying to break the tense atmosphere between the two.
Sighing relief when the when Miguel looked away first from my brother. The car started again and I turn the radio on to hear if any thing good was playing. I couldn't find anything I truly liked so left it on a decent song while humming to it. I've being told I have a sexy voice by friends. I liked that I could sing so I made sure to practice to get better at it.
Micheal pulled into the parking lot looking for his usual spot were all his friends also parked. I didn't feel like coming out of the car, I was nervous about what people will say about me. My legs started to jerk by itself and my heart started beating fast for no reason. Why am I nervous? I've going the same highschool all these years.
I then felt something warm touched my hand, I turn to see my brother giving me an encouraging nod. My nervousness was reduce by half and I find myself exiting the car.
________________________________________