Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 3

Last weekend he took Kevin and me to Disney land for the entire weekend and we all bunked in the same suite, the best weekend ever.

“I can't breathe Stone,” I whine lifting up my head, readying myself to do some serious damage to his back by ramming my head into it.

I’d seen how the Bulls do it, there is no better time to try it out.

I stop short when I see a small girl waiting by a motorbike, looking like she's upside down.

She must be about Jace's age, but I can't be sure with her face all blotchy.

Michael puts me on the ground and spins me around by my shoulders, forcing me to look at him as he kneels in front of me.

I smile and he laughs.

I know what's funny, I have a crooked tooth in the front. Pushing his black-rimmed glasses up his nose he shakes his head like he doesn't know what he is going to do with me. My papa does it too.

I always looked up to my brother Michael the most. He doesn't have blue or brown eyes like the others in the Stone family, his is green like Uncle Hector.

Most people find him scary because he towers over everyone and he is all bulky and strong, but he is cool, like so cool. How could I not like him?

"Kylie meet Dakota Larken." He moves back, slightly to the left and all my attention focuses on the small girl.

I smile at her as she sniffles, it's obvious to me that she's crying. Michael stands up and ruffles my hair.

I smack his hand away. He knows I hate it when he does that, I'm no boy.

"You two talk,” he says, “Make friends, I'll keep Aunt Milda busy."

I giggle when he walks toward the mansion flaying his hands in the air and so does Dakota.

"I'm Kylie, Kylie Bray, whatcha doin’ here?"

Taking a small step towards me, she sniffs and wipes her nose with a tissue. I would've done it with my floral dress.

"Michaels helping me with biochemistry."

Giggling because she sounds funny, I ask,

"You a genius like my Michael?"

"Your Michael got nothing on me, I'm smarter than him."

Hands on my hips, my head tilts to the side,

"Is that so."

He always picks on me, calling me ‘skinny bones’ or ‘rat face,’ it just makes me so mad and we end up fighting.

Well I would, he’ll just sit there and watch me until I get tired. Then he would ask me am I done.

I always smack his head before I answer yes, and he smacks mine right back.

Why I do it, well I am a Bray.

My papa says a Bray never gives up, so I guess it's just in my blood.

"I can get you a nickname. Will ya feel better? my papas good at naming things." Obviously, I'm hoping she'll give me her shoes if I help her out but I don't say a thing.

Her face scrunches up like she's thinking.

What is there to think about?

Finally, she nods her head with a big smile, I smile back. I like smiling even though my tooth is crooked. My mama said I should wear it as an achievement, it's part of life.

"Come on,” I tell Dakota, “let's go call my papa."

We sneak in through the back door of the kitchen.