Now I’m practically sixteen—okay, fifteen in a week, but still. It’s close enough. All the girls at school think my brother’s the hot one. I just don’t get it. “It’s his hair,” my best friend Shelley says, sighing whenever she sees Bryan in the hall between classes. “You just want to run your hands through it and pull.”
Funny—to me, it looks unwashed, but then again, I’ve seen Bryan roll out of bed in the mornings, so I know how little time he actually spends on his appearance. Besides, he’s my brother. Now Nate, on the other hand…
“Oh, he’s cute, too,” Shelley agrees. Now she’s talking sense. “You’re so lucky, Amber. You have two of the hottest seniors in school hanging around your house all the time. It’s like Hunk Central. You should, like, introduce me to Bryan, and we could double-d
