Little Slashes.

I still can't understand why after getting it so good the first time around, my parents decided to try for more children, three times!

I let out a deep sigh as I squeeze my earmuffs tighter on my ears in a bid to block out my brother's annoying rock music.

Not to brag but I am perfect. Tall, graceful, athletic, hardworking, straight A student, charming, gentle, beautiful and above all, quiet.

"I swear to God, Ramsey if you touch my hair one more time I will murder you in your sleep!".

Ramsey's eyes widen as he shrinks back in his seat.

"Geez Leticia, he was just playing with you", Noah, my other younger brother, calls out from the backseat.

I turn sharply and flip him the middle finger, making him recoil in his seat too.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I am quiet and meek, the perfect example of a dream child but apparently that was never good enough for my parents who decided that they had to have more kids and they all just happened to be boys! Uncultured, loud, annoying boys!.

First they had Trevor– the very obnoxious and ill-mannered 18-year old in whose car I am currently stuck in listening to some loud-as-hell rock song on a Monday morning! Then, they had Noah- the dirty and disorderly 16-year old hipster. And lastly they had Ramsey. Ugh, don't even get me started on that one, he's a blue eyed monster sent from the darkest part of hell to plague my life. I have not known peace in the last thirteen years that he's been born.

Trevor's finger poking my ribs brings me back to the present. I sigh exasperatedly as I remove my earmuffs.

"Is there a problem, Trevor?".

"No, dear Sister". He wriggles his brows at me before concentrating on the road again.

"Just wondering if you've noticed anything different about me this morning?", he adds with a sly smile on his, I loathe to admit this, devilishly handsome face.

"Hmmmm".

Now that he mentions it, I do find it weird that he decided to put on a three-piece suit to school this morning but then again this is Trevor, nothing is beyond him.

"You mean asides your weird-looking shoes? Nah, nothing's different". I shrug.

I watch with silent glee as the smile wipes off his face.

"Ah-ah!", Ramsey let out a mocking laugh from the backseat. "I told you your shoe looks weird plus why did you decide to wear dark green pants? She's gonna laugh her head off when she sees you".

My brows shoot up in confusion. "She? Who's she?"

"A girl at your school that Trevor saw the day mom sent him to give you your keys", Noah pipes up.

"I hate you both so much!", Trevor screams and grips the steering wheel tighter.

"Hey, we didn't even do anything", Ramsey whines.

Trevor turns to give him an incredulous look. "You literally just told her everything! I asked you to keep it a secret!".

"That's not true", Ramsey counters, "It's not like we told her that you were the one that slashed her tyres so that Mom could ask you to drop her off at her school so you could see that girl again".

Trevor's eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets and Noah's face becomes as white as a sheet.

"You slashed my tyres?!".

"Uhm...Lety...I...I can explain. It was just little slashes", he stammers.

"Don't call me that!". I scream as I begin to yank at a portion of his hair and punch him at the same time.

"Leticia, he's driving!", Noah yells as he tries to get my hands off him.

"We're all gonna die!", Ramsey cries loudly as he reaches out to hold my head.

I shoot daggers at him with my eyes.

"What? We're all gonna die, you can't kill me after we're dead".

"Fine", I let go off Trevor's head as I settle in my seat.

"What's the girl's name?", I ask a whimpering Trevor.

"I... I don't know...", he whispers. "But there she is!".

He grabs a bouquet of red roses that I hadn't noticed from the backseat and dashes out of the car towards a girl who had on a long red skirt.

I squint hard but the girl is too far away for me to see her face.

"Ramsey, my glasses".

"But how do you know that I have them?", the little devil protests.

"There's only one person in our family that likes stealing my things. My glasses. Now".

He pouts and hands them to me before glancing at Noah and mouthing "traitor".

"Wait, what? I didn't tell her anything", Noah counters.

"That girl is... Oh no...".

"Leticia, what is it?".

"Crazy!", Trevor's quavering voice penetrates the air from across the school's parking lot. "Help! She's crazy!".

I watch in shock as Madie–the girl in question–angrily hits my brother with his bouquet of red roses. Trevor is trying his best to escape but he has been backed up into a wall so all he can really do is yell.

"As I was saying, that girl is a lecturer's daughter. She's home to see her family for a couple of weeks before going back to the mental institution she came from. Her father advised everyone to not talk to her too much as it might tick her off".

"Aren't we gonna help him?", Noah asks worriedly.

I glance at my brother and the crazy girl once more. Trevor had managed to escape and now he was running at full speed towards the College's main building with the girl hot on his heels, the slashes on his suit made by the roses' thorns makes him look like the crazy one of the duo.

I stifle a laugh as I whip out my phone to take pictures of them. "It's just little slashes, he'll be fine".