TYSON CAINE: Book 1 in the Brothers in Arms Series (Brothers in Arms Book 1) by Aleya Michelle Read Free Book Online

reason, I wanted to lick the drops. Wow, that was totally impure.
    “Jesus,” I can’t help but say out loud from the way my brain won’t shut up. A second later, there is a knock on my door. Holy shit, who the hell is that going to be? Startled from the timing, I calm myself enough to answer the door.
    It is none other than the man himself. Damn, Tyson is standing on my porch smirking. I wonder if his ears have been burning from my thoughts.
    “I’m not Jesus, Brooke, but I’m definitely a God of some sort,” he says in his suave manner. This guy is incorrigible.
    “Ha-ha, when did you become such a comedian, Tyson?” I question him, trying to remain serious even though he never fails to make me laugh. “Maybe you major in smartassery or drama instead,” I reply smiling and joining in with my own light humor.
    He is still grinning like he won first prize in a raffle. Just as I knew he would, he opted to get in the last word.
    “I really don’t need a teacher to instruct me further, especially when I have a younger brother who is extremely fluent in smartassery,” he replies brazenly. I nod knowing exactly who he means.
    I swear Tyler has become super annoying with the way he is so cocky and always sarcastic. But the chicks throw themselves at him, and I really don’t see why. Well yeah, his muscles are smoking hot, but being an asshole is such a turn-off. Good thing he doesn’t give me too much shit since I can be a real bitch.
    “Please don’t pick up any bad habits from Tyler. One of him is bad enough,” I tell him honestly, but I know that Tyson is better than that. He is everything that Tyler is not. He’s smart, charismatic, and down to earth—three of my favorite traits.
    “I do my best not to. But he’s like bacteria—infectious and growing at a rapid rate, very hard to shake,” he replies. I wonder where these lines are coming from—it’s some funny shit.
    “He thinks he is the next Justin Bieber. You should try living with him,” he adds as he makes himself at home on my couch. He starts eating the popcorn I fixed for myself to pep up my boring study session. If it were anyone else, I would be irritated, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother me.
    “That’s kinda ironic since Justin’s latest song is ‘Love yourself.’ It matches him to a T.” I giggle, having a turn at hassling the hustler. Tyson starts laughing a full-bellied laugh and nods his head in agreement while smiling widely.
    “Good one, Brooke. I’ll have to steal his phone and make it his new ringtone,” he adds, and now, I’m laughing loudly. Oh God, that is a perfect idea . Tyler would be mortified, but I’m sure his bimbo groupies would love it.
     

After school Friday, we meet up at the front gate, and our plans to party at Chad’s are in full force. I’m one of the designated drivers, so after three trips full of people, I can relax. Well, as much as you can with a truck blaring music and full of drunken teenagers. Now that the real celebrations are already getting messy.
    I guess I had better keep my eye on Tyler tonight; if Coach hears about anyone behaving badly, they will miss a game—no questions asked. Whether it’s the star quarterback or just a reserve, he treats everyone equally.
    Chad lives in a townhouse. It’s fresh and modern with rendered brickwork and an immaculate interior. It’s just him and his dad. His mother has a new life in New York with some guy she met online, and now, his dad has hooked up with one of our teachers. It’s been quite the scandal . Chad’s father is spending the night at her place, and he gave Chad permission to have a few friends over.
    These kinds of parties can quickly get out of hand, so once we are all inside, the gate is locked.
    Well, it was. Turns out someone brought a bolt cutter and the rest is history.
    There are like fifty extra people swarming the yard, someone has turned the music to an insane level, a few random guys are throwing a football