My Best Friend's Sister

Quinn Draper has always made me nervous.

He’s the walking, talking opposite of my comfort zone, and he senses my insecurities so effortlessly that every vulnerable inch of my body senses danger when he’s around.

Which is ridiculous. He might be my older brother’s best friend, but he doesn’t even know me.

Never says more than two words to me.

It’s almost like he knows it drives me crazy.

And I hate him for it.

Always have.

Always will.