prologue.

Scar Patterson

"Get your fat ass off my bed!" I nearly yelled at the top of my lungs. Involuntarily clasping one hand over my forehead and waving a can of Bud Lite in the other, I let out a much needed dramatic sigh. "Mom just made that!"

Amy merely shrugged her shoulders in complete nonchalance as she fell back onto my mattress, causing the bed to dip. "That's not my problem," she teased.

I kept a trained eye on her. "Why don't you go walking or something? The more you sit here and eat like a damn pig, the fatter you get," I barked at her. Though it might have sounded insensitive, it was the truth. Amy was fifty pounds heavier than normal girls her age and I took every opportunity to rub it in.

She sat up abruptly in my bed and curled her full lips into a slight pout. "You didn't have to say that," she mumbled under her breath.

"Oh, yeah?" I questioned, raising a questioning brow at her. "Get out of my room!"

Amy shook her head in disbelief as she heaved herself off the bed and trudged to the exit with her big, brown curls bouncing with every step. She slammed the door shut, letting the door frame rattle.

I rolled my eyes in irritation and pulled out my phone from my back pocket. I released a frustrated sigh as I held it to my ear. "Sorry about that, man. Godzilla was in my room again and I had to get her out."

The obnoxiously loud laugh of my best friend, Trey, echoed through my ears. "Godzilla?" He questioned. "Dude, you gotta stop making those jokes about your sister. Obesity is like a real issue. People get arrested for discriminating against minorities like that."

I plopped down on the edge of my bed and took a sip of my beer. "Minorities?" I didn't expect Trey out of all people to be making jokes about minorities. "She's my sister. It's my job to make fun of her."

Another loud cackle. "Whatever. Dude, did you get Coach's text? New uniforms!"

I absentmindedly picked at my nails. "Yeah, I've been getting tired of those ugly mustard looking ones so I wouldn't mind some new uniforms, but we gotta find a way to raise money for it? I barely have money to pay for gas."

Trey let out a low chuckle. "That's because you spend all your money on Francesca!" He pointed out. "She gives a whole new meaning to shop 'til you drop."

I couldn't help but laugh as I stretched myself out on the bed. "Keeping Francesca happy means keeping my dick happy. So, you can kindly take your rude remarks somewhere else."

"Alright, alright," Trey gave in, chuckling as he did so. "So, how do you plan on raising that money?"

My eyes caught sight of the neon colored flyer that Amy must've left on my bed. I balled my hands into fists with just the thought of my sister invading my room, but I relaxed when I remembered what the flyer was advertising.

"This week is Carnival Week, isn't it?" I asked into the phone.

"Yes?"

I raked a hand through my honey brown hair as a smile crept onto my face. "And there'll be lots of carnival games there, correct?"

There was a brief moment of silence. "Where you goin' with this, bro?"

My lips curled into a full on grin. "We're going to host a kissing booth, Trey. Just imagine a line of cute little babes waiting to makeout with me. Not only will we raise money, I'll also get a free ticket to kiss any girl without Francesca freaking out. It's a win-win situation."

"Will I get to kiss some babes, too?" Trey questioned.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, man. Just text the team and tell them to meet up at my place. We have tons of planning to do."

Even though I couldn't see him, I could tell he was smiling. "Already on it."

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm really excite to start this, so I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. This is a boyxboy, so I'll warn you before you continue to read.

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~Lara