The Wright One

DAVID

Jasmine looks up at me with those pleading eyes. Her blond hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Her jeans and t-shirt looked like it was what she wore to bed last night, which is possible. She’s a bit laid back and doesn’t care so much about being the picture of perfection. Yet she was still pretty, guys were constantly asking her out, much to mine and my brother’s frustration. “Please, I am begging you.”

I shake my head. “Look Jass, I don’t really care what she does. It’s not like we are even going to interact. I won’t be mean to her if that is what you are asking.” I honestly have no clue what my sister is asking. Just something about her best friend coming to live here. Some girl she met in college and they hit it off and she is the best or whatever. Still no clue what that has to do with me. To be honest, it could mean quite literally anything coming from Jasmine.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She makes the little pouty face that she loves to use whenever any of us don’t agree with her about anything. I swear sometimes I think she is a spoiled brat. “Davey, I want you to show her around.” That means spending time with a girl that I don’t even know and I am not ok with that. I am a busy man. I have no desire to hang out with some chick that I don’t even know and don’t plan on getting to know. To me she is some kid that will want to talk about crap that I have no interest in. I haven’t had interest in the young scene in a long time.

“Yeah, that isn’t going to happen.” Jasmine just asked me to show around her best friend from college who for some messed up reason is moving here. A new job I guess. A job, that I am guessing, that Jasmine managed to get for her. I am not going to be a tour guide for a girl that is barely out of college. I have too much shit to do as it is. “Why can’t you do it? It’s your friend.” Yeah, that’s my point, it’s her friend not mine.

She stomps her foot. Jasmine is a small woman, like five two at best. She still manages at twenty two to look like a kid throwing a tantrum. “David, I am asking you to do it.” Yeah, that isn’t an answer to my question at all.

I glare at her. “No. I have too much to do. Hell, maybe Luke will do it. He’s more free than me.” Luke is usually always free for crap like this because he is a bartender at nights for his own bar. So his schedule is a little bit more free than mine is.

She rolls her eyes. “I already asked him. He said that he can’t because of work.” Of course, when I would rather him do it, he’s busy. But to be honest Luke would have stepped up if he could. He is always trying to prove himself. I know William will have to work. And Justin is just as busy as me. Isabelle is working school hours and there isn’t really much of a chance of her getting time off for this. It seems doors keep shutting in my face. I could just tell my sister no, but I just don’t see that happening.

“Well, why can’t you?” I ask again in hopes of getting out of this. This is seriously my last change. There is no way that I can do this. Or want to do this ever in my life.

“Because I have to be at this stupid meeting with dad and mom. I don’t want to leave her alone on her first day here.” I remember our parents saying something about that. It’s supposed to be a meeting, but in truth I am pretty sure it is just our parents trying to get Jasmine to settle down. They don’t have much hope in Jasmine, but I happen to know that through all the tantrums and sassy attitude, she has a great mind and an even bigger heart. Which is why she is here begging me to show her friend around, rather than letting her friend just fend for herself.

“No promises. I’ll see if I can rearrange my schedule, but I will probably be busy. See if you can find someone else.” I know that isn’t going to happen. I am going to be stuck showing this girl around and that is the end of that story.

She gets this little giddy look on her face. “Thank you so much Davey.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, now I’m Davey again.” Well, at least I know that my sister has forgiven my attitude. She calls me David when she is upset with me. She calls me Davey when I’m her favorite brother again. At least that is what she tells me, but I am pretty sure she tells our brothers the same thing.

She hugs me. “You are always Davey, I just have to give you a David every now and then for you to see me seriously.” She is so damn satisfied right now.

Laughing, I hug her back. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“You won’t regret it. I promise. She is awesome.”

“Yeah, I am sure I will have so much in common with a girl ten years my junior. I’m going to show her around, but that’s it.” I step away from Jasmine to get back to my work. She barged into my office this morning, not really caring that I have a mountain of paperwork that I am supposed to be doing. As CEO of the company my work is never done, but that doesn’t really matter to Jasmine. As far as she is concerned there is far more to life than work and we shouldn’t live our lives devoted to work. “Now let me get back to work.” Jasmine could care less about my work. She always said it was stupid and pointless. Yet she knows it is the family company.

Jasmine is grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much. You won’t regret it. I love you big brother.” She gives me one of her little waves as she leaves my office.

I wave her off. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”