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“My half-brother is going to start here next semester,” Samirah said between bites.
Magnus almost spit out his low-fat chocolate milk (that was honestly probably expired).
Mallory looked furious. “Like, Fierro? Alexander Fierro?”
Halfborn (not his actual name, thank whoevers up there) didn’t seem to care at all, continuing to chow down on his shitty cafeteria food.
The group sat in their usual spot in the cafeteria, the table in the right corner of the room.
Sam shrugged. “He’s not that bad. He’s not super prissy. His father on the other hand…” She sucked her teeth and continued eating.
“He’s still prissy though,” Mallory leaned back and crossed her arms, mumbling, “I hate rich kids.”
“We know, Mals,” Magnus tried to dilute the situation before it got too heated (Mallory and Sam argue a lot). “It’s not that big of a deal, just another rich kid at our school. And besides, I’ve technically met him before.”
Mallory did spit out her low-fat chocolate milk. “You– huh?”
“First of all, gross. Second of all,” Magnus cleaned up ginger-infected milk, “It was after the bombing. His family decided to donate to the hospital that the survivors were in.”
“Probably for publicity,” Mallory grumbled.
Magnus shrugged. “I didn’t actually meet Alexander, but he was with his dad.”
“I’m sorry you had to meet him in the first place.” Mallory chuckled.
“Hey!” Sam clenched her fists. “Can you stop talking crap about my brother? He’s actually really cool, moron.”
Mallory opened her mouth to say something, probably bite back, but the bell rang just then.
Two weeks later
Magnus was sitting in the junior home room classroom, talking with his friends. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He read the message:
sammy whammy 👀: Magnus, Amir is up here. Can you be a chaperone rq???? just until alexander is here???
You: okay :)
Magnus excused himself. Sam was waiting up in the office for Alexander to arrive. She was really excited, she had been non-stop talking about the arrival of her half-brother. Apparently, they hadn’t seen each other since 6th grade. Magnus arrived at the office, seeing Sam and Amir standing awkwardly across the room from each other.
Amir waved at Magnus.
“Hey, dude.” Magnus replied.
Suddenly, a black SUV pulled into the parking lot.
“What the hell, is the CIA here or some–“ Magnus started.
“Alexander!” Sam squealed.
But the person who came out of the SUV didn’t look or dress like a Fierro.
He had bright green hair that reached just past his chin(like Magnus!), some of is curling into his face.
He was wearing a pink sweater-vest crop top over a white button up.
His bright green cargo pants clashed beautifully with his rose high-tops.
On the bridge of his nose sat hot pink sunglasses in the shape of stars.
Magnus expected Sam to run up to the boy and crush him in a hug, the way she has been excited about his arrival. Sam seemed just as confused as Magnus was.
“Hey, sis,” Fierro finally spoke, his voice soft like silk, but confident.
“Hey…” Sam seemed at a loss of words.
Alexander wrapped his arms loosely around Sam.
“You look… different.” Sam muttered into his shoulder.
Alexander shrugged. He finally took notice of Magnus, looking him up and down. The action made Magnus a tad embarrassed.
“Doesn’t your dad own Blitzen’s Best?” Alex snorted. He wasn’t making fun, he genuinely seemed interested.
“Um, yeah,” Magnus fumbled out. “He uh, isn’t really my dad though–“
“Potato, patato.” He flapped his hand, finally letting go of Sam. He turned to Amir and smirked.
“You’re Amir, right?” Amir nodded, putting out his hand for Alexander to shake. Alexander took it gingerly, shaking his hand while grinning at Amir.
“Alright, where’s this home room?”
Magnus watched Alexander walk down the hall. Alexander had a specific way he walked– like he was walking towards someone he needed to confront. Magnus watched as Alexander, Sam and Amir walked past a corner.
Magnus already missed the shock of green hair as his face warmed up.
Then Magnus knew he was royally screwed.
He liked a Fierro.