Not Your Practice Girl

Everyone was waiting to see a pack of guys destroy my sister tonight.

I stared dead ahead at the weird, floating text materializing out of thin air. [The male lead is totally gonna use her as his deflowering trophy tonight, and then brag about it by dropping the hidden cam footage in the frat group chat.] [And when he's done, he's passing her around for the boys to share.] My sister, Jordan, was still standing foolishly in front of the mirror, desperately tugging down a party dress that was way too tight and entirely the wrong size for her.

She actually thought those guys treated her like one of the bros. My nails dug so hard into my palms they practically drew blood. We'll just see who gets played tonight.

Chapter 1 Before today, I never saw an issue with Jordan's tomboy aesthetic, her loud laughs, or how she seamlessly blended in with the guys.

But the glowing words scrolling past my eyes claimed she thrived on the male validation, purposely acting like one of the boys just to keep them orbiting her.

This behavior—putting down other girls to score points with guys—was called being a "pickme girl." No girl on earth would tolerate a pickme hovering around her boyfriend.

Because of that, Jordan had a massive target on her back from every other girl at school.

And by sticking to the guys 24/7, she made them think she was an easy target—a free meal delivered right to their door.

So, at tonight's high school graduation blowout, they were planning to use her to lose their vcards. Honestly? I didn't get all this messy, grownup drama.

All I knew was that Jordan was my sister. She treated me like gold, always giving me the best snacks and the first turn on any game.

I wasn't going to let anyone lay a finger on her. If these weird floating comments could predict the future before it happened, I could use them to save her.

Mind made up, I clung to Jordan's leg and threw a massive, unyielding tantrum until she finally caved and agreed to take me to the party.

Right before we left the house, I made a point to strap on my kids' Apple Watch, complete with hidden GPS tracking and voice recording features.

The second we stepped into the venue, the text started scrolling again. [Holy shit, the side character actually brought her little sister?

Isn't that corrupting a minor?] [Chill, the male lead isn't that evil. He won't touch the kid. He'll just book two separate hotel rooms later.

Won't interrupt the main event.] [We always feast when we follow the male lead. We're in for a treat tonight.

So hyped!] Inside the VIP room, the guys instantly clocked Jordan's tiny skirt. They exchanged loaded glances, nudging each other. "Well, well. Our bro cleans up nice.

You actually look like a real woman tonight, Jordan." "Didn't know you were hiding legs like that under those sweatpants. Absolute perfection." "For real.

I'm practically drooling over here." Brooks—the socalled "male lead" from the floating text—whistled sharply.

He locked eyes with my sister and curled his index finger in a slow, arrogant command for her to approach.

Chapter 2 Jordan walked over as told, slapping a hand onto Brooks’ shoulder with practiced ease. “What do you think? I said I’d wear the skirt, and I did.

I’m a woman of my word, right, bro?” Brooks reached out and gave Jordan’s backside a sharp pinch. “You definitely are.

There’s nothing you won't play along with.” He grinned, his eyes trailing down. “Though, it’d be even better if it were a little shorter.

Catch my drift?” Jordan playfully punched his chest. “Pervert.

My skirt is probably longer than… well, yours.” Brooks let out a bark of laughter. “I can see you’re ‘blessed’ up top, but how would you know I’m ‘lacking’ down there?” “My blessings are public record,” Jordan shot back. “Your shortcomings are what you just admitted to yourself.” The guys in the room burst into a chorus of sleazy, raucous laughter.

Unsurprisingly, the floating text went into a frenzy. [Ugh! Look at this pickme bitch! Clinging to the male lead’s shoulder and punching his chest?

She’s flirting under the guise of being ‘one of the bros.’ She’s thirstier than a fox in a drought.] [Talking about sizes in public?

Jordan really is a toptier sister, isn't she?] [Total slut. She deserves to be used as a training tool by the male lead.

After a whole summer of ‘practice,’ his skills are gonna be toptier for the female lead. Lucky Seraphina!] [But isn't the male lead being unfaithful?

He has a girlfriend but sleeps with his ‘sister’? Is ‘practice’ just an excuse?] [The person above is so outdated.

He’s only doing it because he’s a rookie and doesn't want to hurt the female lead. Besides, a guy is ‘brand new’ the second he puts his pants back on.

Loyalty doesn't even factor in.] Most of the people at the party were guys. The few girls there had clearly seen Jordan’s act a thousand times before.

They didn't seem surprised, but I could still see the flicker of pure disgust on their faces. After Jordan finished her rounds with the guys, she sat back down next to me.

I leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Jordan? Why did those guys pinch your butt?” She hadn't expected the question.

Her face stiffened for a split second, a flash of awkwardness crossing her features.

Her eyes darted around before she forced a smile. “Because they like me, Chloe.” I nodded slowly, acting like I was trying to process it. “Oh.

So pinching butts means you like someone?” I let out a thoughtful hum. “Okay. Then I’ll let Milo pinch mine tomorrow.

He always says he likes me, but he’s never pinched me once.” I crossed my arms and pouted. “Hmph! Milo’s a liar.

He doesn't like me at all!” “Chloe!” Jordan hissed, giving my forehead a sharp flick. “You even think about letting Milo touch you like that and I’ll break your legs!” I let out a wounded whine. “That’s so unfair.

Only you get to be liked? You’re so bossy, Jordan.” She gave me another flick and made a ‘zip it’ motion over her lips.

However, for the rest of the meal, whenever someone tried to get handsy with her again, she shut them down.

She claimed she didn't want to ‘corrupt the kid.’ Jordan suddenly stood up. She grabbed a drink and marched toward Brooks. “Come on, Brooks! We’re celebrating tonight.

Let’s settle that bet from earlier. Tequila shots, right now!” God. My sister was being way too ‘one of the bros’ for her own good. I finally understood why everyone hated her.

According to the floating text, Jordan saw that Seraphina had arrived and was intentionally doing shots with Brooks to make her jealous and drive her away.

When Brooks tries to go after the female lead, my sister will fake a dizzy spell and collapse into his arms to stop him.

Brooks will then take the opportunity to slip something into Jordan's drink and drag her off to a cheap motel to use her as his ‘trophy.’ Chapter 3 I locked eyes with Brooks, my glare searing into him.

Scumbag. Sure, Jordan was the one tossing the bait, but if he couldn't even resist a basic tease, what gave him the right to be the socalled 'male lead'? Whatever.

Now wasn't the time to mentally rip him apart.

I snatched a pouch of Capri Sun and stomped right up to Brooks. “Brooks, I wanna do a shot with you too!” I rammed my shoulder into Jordan's side, using every ounce of my body weight to shove her out of the way. “Jordan, I have a crush on Brooks too!

Let me have him, please?” Brooks flashed a sleazy grin. “I like you too, little sis.” Jordan slammed her fist into his shoulder. “Shut your mouth, Brooks.” From somewhere in the room, a voice sneered. “Trash.

Both sisters are desperate homewreckers.” Jordan snapped.

She scooped me up, deposited me firmly back in my chair, and marched straight toward the source of the voice, her knuckles turning white. “Who the hell are you calling trash?

Who's stealing men?” The girl jabbed a manicured finger right at Jordan's face, not backing down an inch. “I'm looking right at you, Jordan! Am I wrong?

You know Brooks is taken, but you're still throwing yourself at him. Bad enough you act like a groupie, but dragging your little sister into it?

You have zero shame.” The girl let out a harsh scoff, her posture practically radiating absolute contempt. “Brooks?

You think I'm trying to steal him?” Jordan let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “I've known that idiot since we were in diapers.

If there was ever going to be anything between us, Seraphina wouldn't even be in the picture. Talk shit about me all you want. But mention my sister again?

I will physically knock your teeth down your throat.” The girl didn't even flinch. “If you want him so bad, date him.

If not, drop the 'one of the guys' act and stop fishing for attention! You're supposed to be a role model.

You want your sister growing up to be universally hated just like you?” Jordan froze, the fight instantly draining from her body as if someone had yanked her plug.

I followed her rigid gaze. Seraphina had just walked in. The chair beside Brooks had been conspicuously empty all night.

Jordan had tried to claim it earlier, but he’d brushed her off. Turns out, he was keeping it warm for Seraphina.

Right then, Brooks was meticulously wiping down the table in front of Seraphina, pouring her drink, hovering over her with sickening devotion.

Words were cheap, but physical priorities didn't lie. Brooks didn't give a damn about my sister.

He just liked having a loyal fan club. “See that?” the girl sneered. “Seraphina is his actual girlfriend. She's the only one who belongs in that seat.

What exactly are you supposed to be, Jordan?” At the same time, the floating text exploded across my vision. [I feel so bad for the side character's little sister.

Having a shameless trainwreck for a sibling is the worst luck ever.] [Wait, has anyone else noticed something is off?

Jordan still hasn't touched that spiked drink the male lead prepared.

According to the original timeline, they should already be tearing up the sheets in that cheap motel by now.] [The little sister doesn't act like a kid at all.

She's way too calculated. It's almost like she can see what we're saying. Every move she makes is actively dismantling the core plot.] [Holy shit!

Can she actually see our comments?] The following are VIP chapters