Pranking Logan

"Demi! Move your ass or I'll eat your breakfast!" my older brother shouted. I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in my soft pillow. "Just five more minutes," I mumbled into my pillow with whatever strength I had left. Out of nowhere, my door banged open and someone launched himself on top of me, driving the air from my lungs. An 'umph' slipped out. "Hurry Tess! He's eating your pancakes!" my little brother told me in a panic. He was always in my corner, no matter what. Half the time he acted even more protective than my older brother, Logan. I shoved my brother off me and sat upright. "Then protect them from him!" I said, and he eagerly hopped off my bed and darted out the door, making sure I'd still have breakfast later. I yawned and stretched before I got up and headed into my bathroom. Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Demi Hart. I'm 17 and starting junior year. I'm Marisa and Grant Hart's daughter. I have two brothers. The older one is Logan, and he's a year ahead of me. My younger brother is Evan. He's 6. I know, it's quite the age gap. My family and I had moved to Florida two weeks earlier because my dad got offered a job. Moving wasn't really a big deal to me since there wasn't anything keeping me back there. I didn't have any close friends anyway. I wasn't some social outcast or anything, but people were kind of scared of me. Maybe it was because I didn't grin at everybody I passed or because I usually kept to myself. The girls back at my old school were far too...girly. For them, everything revolved around clothes, makeup, and boys. Sure, I liked wearing clothes, maybe swiping on mascara, and checking out a cute guy, but I wasn't obsessed the way they were. I'd much rather ride my motorcycle or toilet-paper somebody's house. Yep, I was that girl. I could've run with the guys, but they were total douchebags, so I stuck to myself. Maybe this year would be different. Who knew? Maybe I'd run into people who liked the same stuff I did. And if I didn't, that wouldn't really bother me either. I finished showering, brushed my teeth and hair, and did all that other stuff. I went to my closet and slipped into black ripped jeans and a maroon shirt, then considered bringing my jacket, then ditched the idea because it was already pretty warm out. I let my light brown hair fall in soft waves and put on some makeup. I snatched up my phone and backpack before hurrying down the stairs and into the kitchen. Evan had done a solid job guarding my breakfast because my pancakes were sitting safely behind him on the counter. He and Logan were locked in a staring contest, probably over who was going to claim my food. I walked by them and patted Evan on the shoulder. "Nice work, soldier," I said and dug into my breakfast. Pleased with himself and his heroic effort, he dropped into the seat beside me and stuck his tongue out at Logan. Logan did it back, then glanced at me. "Next time I won't be this nice." After loading my plate into the dishwasher, I went over to him and cupped his face in my hands. I had to tip my head up a little since he was taller than me. "Aw, is somebody upset he didn't get enough special first-day-of-school breakfast? I can always tell mommy to pack you a lunch note if you're that upset," I teased. He just rolled his eyes and headed toward the door. He pulled it open and looked back at me. "Better get moving or I'm leaving without you!" he yelled before running outside.