A/N; I couldnt help myself. Here is another new story... Anyway, please review

He isnt my brother, though his sister is my sister. His dad isnt my dad, though he is my sisters father. My mother isnt his mother.

I dont refer to him as family, though we all live in the same house. People, when talking about us, call us brother and sister. It was something I always corrected. He didnt have the same last name- though my sister had the same as he.

I didnt even like him.

At the time.

His father and my mother were high school sweethearts. They started dating their freshman year, and broke up right after graduation in their senior year. From what I was told, they had been planning on trying the long distance thing when they went to college, but then my mother realized she was pregnant. She said she didnt want to pull him in to anything, so she broke up with him and left early for school.

Thats when she met my father. She had never told Steven (her high school love) that she was pregnant, and he hadnt tried to find her since she broke his heart. My father, Daniel, helped her through her pregnancy, then helped her raise Emily, my sister. Well, he tried to. He liked my mother. She was still in love with Steven.

Apparently, they fought about it constantly. He would tell her that he wanted to be with her. She told him she didnt want him like that.

Then, my mother told me later, when Emily was five, my mother got the news that Steven had got married and his new wife was already pregnant.

Thats when she finally gave into my father. Started dating him. Four months later, she found out that she was pregnant. And, my brilliant mother did the same thing. She ran. Packed up Emilys things and took off.

My father died in a car accident when he found out she was gone. According to the story, he had gone to my mothers apartment, seen it empty, and took off to the airport. He never arrived.

I was born eight months later. Mom worked as a wedding planner, and she was actually really good at it. Emily and I had a babysitter.

I was four when mom ran into Steven again. He was a doctor now, working in the emergency room at the local hospital. Emily, nine years old then, had climbed a tree and lost her balance. She hit the ground hard, breaking her arm. Mom had rushed her to the hospital, taking me along.

That was my clearest memory from when I was young. We had been sitting there, waiting for the doctor to come in. The doctor walked in, looking at his chart. "Okay, miss-" He looked up, then froze. He was attractive, then being twenty-seven, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. And, those eyes were fixed on my mother. Amy.

I had never seen mom like that before. Her face was pale, and she was breathing hard. Her eyes looked from the man to Emily. "Steven." She greeted softly.

They continued to look at each other, neither saying a word. Finally, I grew tired and grabbed moms jeans. "Mommy."

That broke the spell. Mom reached down and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around her neck, still staring at the man. "Mom?" He asked, his eyes on me.

"This is Breklyn." Mom said, holding me tightly. "And this is-"

"Emily." He said, glancing down at his chart and looking at my sister. She was lying on the bed, pain on her face. But her eyes were watching mom and Steven, narrowed slightly. I saw Steven start as soon as he looked at her. He quickly took in her dark brown hair, her hazel eyes. He looked back at his chart. "How old are you Emily?" He asked, his voice low.

"Nine."

He froze, his eyes fixed on my sister. Then his gaze shifted to mom, who was still holding me to her. Then his eyes went down to his chart. "Emily- Parrish?!" He asked, his voice rising.

"Can we do this later?" Mom asked, her own voice soft. I looked at her and saw tears running down her face. "Please? Emily fell out of a tree-"

Steven was by her instantly, an unreadable expression on his face. "What-"

"My arm hurts." Emily told him. He bent over, checking it instantly. "You're my father, arent you?" Emily asked, never one to beat around the bush.

He froze. "Emily!" Mom said, her eyes wide.

"Well, isn't he?"

After that, mom and Steven worked out a schedule since Emily wanted to know her father. Steven and his wife, Jasmine- who didnt like finding out that her husband had another child- spent every summer with her. Emily came home the first time, talking about her younger brother and Jasmine. She didn't like Jasmine, but she did like her brother.

I couldnt help but be jealous of this boy, this brother that Emily talked about all of the time. I didnt even know him and I didnt like him.

Emily continued to spend summers with Steven and his family. Mom and Steven barely spoke to each other, Steven having never really forgave her for what she did.

I was ten when Emily came home and announced that Steven and Jasmine had got a divorce. Darien, Emilys half brother, had decided to stay with his father. Jasmine had already left before Emily had even got there this past summer.

Four years later, when I was fourteen, I was standing in a church, watching my mother marry Emilys father.

Thats when I met Darien.

I guess you could say Darien and I never got over our problems with each other. Okay, we hated each other. Always had. And, we thought, we always would.

I guess that shows just how wrong we were.

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"Breklyn! Youre going to be late!" Mom screamed, making me roll my eyes in response. We went through the same thing every single morning.

I grabbed my book bag, tossed it over my shoulder, then hurried down the stairs. "Come on." Darien snapped as soon as I was on the first floor. He grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the door. "I'm so sick of being late all of the damn time."

"Then leave without me." I snapped back, pulling my arm from his grip.

He sent me a cynical smirk. "Dont you think I would if I could? Dad would skin me alive."

"And I'd be right there watching the whole thing." I muttered, sliding into the front seat of his car.

"I bet you would." He growled back, throwing the car into drive and speeding off down the street.

"You know I would." I agreed with him, something I normally didn't do.

Neither of us said anything the entire way to school, which is how it was every other day. Personally, I didnt even see why mom and Steven made us share a ride to school. It was obvious, even to them, that we didn't like each other.

As soon as we got into the parking lot, I was gone. I grabbed my shoulder bag, then jogged toward the building. "You're late." My best friend, Christa, said, coming up beside me and walking with me to our first class.

"I know." I replied, rolling my eyes. "You sound like Darien."

"Well, he isnt always wrong." Christa said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Sometimes he's right."

"Never." I smiled back, taking my seat toward the back of the class.

"Breklyn." Amanda Rhodes said, walking up to me instantly. Amanda was on of the most popular girls in my Junior class. She had long blond hair, light blue eyes, and the body most girls would kill for.

And I instantly groaned. I knew what she wanted and I really didnt want to deal with it.

"Your brother never called me this weekend." She said, sending me a glare.

"He isn't my brother." I snapped. We had this conversation every single day. You'd think she get it by now with me and Darien both telling her the same damn thing.

"Whatever." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Just tell him to call me."

"Tell him yourself." I snapped.

"Just tell him." Amanda replied coolly, walking toward her desk.

I grabbed my phone, instantly opening a new text message.

Tell your gf that Im not your damn sister. And call her so shell leave me alone.

"Don't tell me youre texting Darien." Christa said from beside me, her eyes on my phone.

"So what if I am?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips. Christa groaned from beside me. Every time Darien and I text each other, we ended in some sort of fight. Hell, every time we talked to each other we ended in a fight.

"So, have you heard from Emily?" Christa asked, changing the subject.

"Not lately." I replied, thinking of my older sister. She was in law school, which meant she usually didnt call very often. And, when she did call, it was usually to talk to Darien anyway.

She isnt my damn girlfriend, as you damn well know.

Oh, that was a great comeback. Idiot.

Then dont screw her every chance you get.

"You have that smirk on your face that says you did something Darien isnt going to like." Christa said, her dark brown eyes narrowed as she looked at me.

I smiled at her brightly. "Me? Do something to upset Darien? Never!"

Id rather screw you but you seem to think theres something wrong with that.

I instantly glared down at the phone. Darien didnt really want anything to happen between us, but he enjoyed pretending he did because he knew how much it pissed me off.

F You.

The reply was instant.

Anytime babe. Btw, Todd wants to know why he didnt hear from u this weekend. Huh, maybe Im not the only one fucking with people.

I clenched my jaw. Todd was Dariens friend and my ex-boyfriend. We had dated for about six months before I caught him cheating on me at the end of last year. I hadnt spoke to him all summer- until last weekend at the end of summer party. I- after another horrible argument with Darien- got a little to involved with my drinking and ended the night in bed with Todd.

Apparently, he thought it meant something.

And, he had apparently told Darien.

Great.

My phone lit up once again and I glared at it before opening Dariens newest message.

Thanks for the entertainment, babe. See you at lunch.

Jerk.