I Hate You... But I Lied

B R Y A N I was waiting for the dismissal of my little brother, I always do so we'll have to go home together by bus because my car broke three days ago and dad would not buy me another one, maybe soon. I didn't know what happened, maybe it was just too old since it was already there when I wasn't even born. I waved my hands when I saw him walking with his classmates and he beamed at me when he saw me. "Bryan." He called after he waved goodbye to his classmates. "Can we stop by at the mall? I have something to buy. I need to finish it this Saturday so I can pass it on Monday." "Okay." We walked to the mall since it was only a walking distance from his school. He bought some coloring materials. After we paid, we waited to a nearby bus stop. There were already a lot of people lining up since it's weekdays. When we arrive at the house, I threw my bag at the sofa and went inside the kitchen to cook for dinner. Dad could afford to hire some house helpers but he didn't want us to be dependent, there was one but she only grab our laundry every three days. I was always the one to cook for our meals after mom was gone. She died because of her illness. Dad worked his ass so he could provide our needs and he never got tired of taking care of us. ** I usually woke up ten or eleven in the morning every weekend but I was woken up when I heard a loud consecutive knocks from the door and I heard Dennis calling me. I growled when I saw what time it was, eight twenty-four, I sleepily stood from the bed and opened the door with a grumpy face. "Why in an ungodly hour are you waking me up?" I said frowning, wrinkling my forehead and narrowed my eyes. "We've got visitor!" He said and I scratched my nape. "So?" I said annoyed. I don't care. "Dad said to call you." He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me out from my room. "Hey! Hey! Wait." I pulled my hand to stop him from dragging me. For God's sake, he's just an eight year old kid and no matter how hard he tried to pull me out, he jus couldn't. Sorry kid. "Dad said to drag you out from your bed." "Okay, but please at least let me wear something presentable." He scanned me which I was just wearing my boxerbrief and a tank top. "Okay?" "Okay." He said, nodding his head so I walked back inside my room. "But hurry!" He shouted. "Aye, little boss." I heard him chuckled. I washed my face then wore a dirty white short and a shirt. Dennis was waiting for me outside my room and we went down the stairs together. Who the hell in a fvcking weekend would visit us? I didn't know any relatives from my father's side since they're from a different country, I only know my mom's, but it has been years since the last time they visited us. More like they forgot about us already. I was still in a bad mood when I stepped in the empty living room. I squared my arms and looked at Dennis. "Seriously. Are you sure you're not dreaming?" I raised a brow. "What? No! Dad called on the telephone and they'll be here any minute! Stupid brother!" He exclaimed and also squared his arms on his chest and frowning and mimicking me. I really hate someone who would disturb my weekend sleep marathon. I squinted my eyes at him. "Don't you dare call me stupid, i***t little brother. Go suck your thumb at the corner!" I pointer the corner of the living room and he just rolled his eyes at me making a vein on my forehead popped. "You're so dead!" I exclaimed and chased him when he started running just when I saw dad's car pulled inside the gate and then followed by another one that I didn't recognize. "They're here!" Dennis shouted and we both walked and peeked at the window to see who was driving the other car. I was surprised to see a tall man, maybe the same age as me, went outside that cool car and walked with dad to the front door. "Who's that?" Dennis asked. "I don't f*****g know." I said and I dragged him to the sofa set and let him sit as I also sat beside him just when the door opened and dad with the stranger came inside. We both frowned at the stranger as we stood up. Dad motioned his hand to sit down again and we did. Dad and the stranger also sat in front of us. I glanced at the stranger and I caught him staring at me. His eyes were piercing making me feel a chill running down my spine. I looked away but I was still confused of what was happening. "This is Ace." Dad said, introducing the stranger beside him. "And Ace, this is Bryan." Dad said pointing me and I held my hand for him to shake but Ace just stared at it so I embarrassingly pulled my hand back. I hate him. I stared at him. "Um, and this is Dennis." Dad continued introducing and he pointed Dennis. "Ace." He just briefly said with his expressionless face. I wish I could kick his foot so he would at least show a little bit of expression in his face. "He's your older brother." Dad said making my eyes widen in shocked. "What!?" I exclaimed. Is this a prank? What the hell was my dad talking about!? Did he adopt him or a friend of him made him look for his own son!? "Cool." Dennis said and I glared at him. "What are you talking about dad!?" "I'll explain." Dad said and I just saw Ace rolled his eyes in annoyance. I squared my arms on my chest. "Before I met your mother I had a relationship with Agnes, Ace's mother, but Agnes never wished to marry me. We broke up and she went away pregnant with Ace. So, I live my life and got married, then I just recieve a call from her." Dad explained, summarizing it and I was just nodding. Of course, dad couldn't refuse because Ace was also his responsibility. "He will be living here with us from now on." I glanced at Ace when he stood up. "I would like to see my room." He said and I didn't think I could live together with someone like him. "Bryan, guide him to his room." Dad said and he walked to the kitchen. I stood and lead the way upstairs and walked to the guest room. Thinking his room was beside mine, I snorted in dislike. I pointed his room. "Here." I said briefly and he just gave me a boring look before he opened the door and went inside just to shut it a little bit loud in front of my face and it made me fumed in anger. God! What's with him? I f*****g hate him! I raised my right leg motioning to kick the door but I didn't. I didn't want to cause a fight or something and it was just his first day. He should he thankful that I was being considerate. But I hate how arrogant and spoiled he acts. *****