Title: Blaming You, Brat

Ships: Kailor/Jaya

Main characters -

Kai - That hot Latino senior in high school every straight girl wishes she could date

Skylor - That good girl with a pocket full of cash and judgment for everyone she meets

Nya - Kai's little sister with an attitude (a REALLY big one); she's going into the second grade

Jay - Nya's best (and only) friend with a sweet and silly disposition; he's going into the third grade

Snippet from this AU:

***(Skylor's POV)***

Oh, snap. I've caused a kid to want to commit suicide.

I throw off my shoes, making a run for the pond. I am not losing a child at camp today, even if she is a brat. Her parents would probably kill me. I would probably kill me! Well, not literally, because two suicides don't fix one, but...

I slap my palms together and lithely dive into the water, searching for the little girl's form. I can't believe this kid thinks killing herself is a good solution to her problems! All I wanted to do was put her stupid artwork on the bulletin board! Gosh!

I finally find a body and begin pulling it to the surface. It writhes and kicks against me, but that's to be expected. Drowning people usually do that.

When I hit the surface, I pull Nya's head above water, dragging her toward the dock.

She jabs her foot into my gut. "Get off me!"

"I'm saving your life, you ungrateful little – " I suddenly realize she's not coughing.

Did she not inhale any water?

"I'm a great swimmer," she whines. "Why would you think I'd need you to save my life? You, of all people?!"

"Well, you jumped into the water to drown yourself, and – "

She scowls at me. "I wasn't gonna drown myself! Are you nuts?"

"Oh, if you weren't going to kill yourself, then why did you up and dive into the pond when you got mad?"

"I was cooling off," she complains. "Let me go!"

"No way! May I remind you that you're not allowed in the pond without a life vest?"

"May I remind you that I'm a great swimmer?"

"May I remind you that I'm in charge?"

"May I remind you that you..." She sniffs the air and makes a disgusted face. "Need to wear deodorant?"

I scoff. "I smell just fine, thank you very much!"

"You smell like pig slop. You look like it, too."

Fury rages through my veins. "I'll tell you who looks like – "

"What do we have here?" asks a smooth voice.

I glare up at the dock to see –

Holy moley, it's the hottest specimen of the male kind I've ever set eyes on.

Dark brown hair gelled to perfection, a sweaty shirt that clings tightly to his abdominal muscles, a pair of toned legs, skin tanned to the shade of well-creamed coffee. He tops it off with a pair of aviator sunglasses that make me wonder what eyes are hiding underneath.

My throat closes up, and I can hardly speak. "I..."

Nya wiggles out of my grasp and gasps in glee. "Kai!" she squeals, launching herself toward the dock and shimmying up the ladder.

He beams down at her, lifting her dripping form into his arms. "Hey, squirt. What were you doing down there?"

So the little demon has connections to Mr. Gorgeous. I suddenly regret getting on her bad side.

Then again, it is her fault we got into this mess in the first place.

Nya wraps her arms around his neck and widens her eyes to the size of saucers. "She was bullying me!" She jabs a finger in my direction.

I release a strangled noise. "Did not!"

Okay, I admit, that didn't sound very mature.

Kai bops her nose. "What did she do?"

"She said I was a bad swimmer," she sniffs, wiping at her eyes. "And she threw my macaroni painting in the trash."

"I did not!" I fume, grabbing the wooden ladder and pulling myself up with vigor.

And my stupid loose camp shorts slide right down my butt.

I blanch, releasing my hold on the ladder and falling back into the water to hide my patterned undies. Nya bursts into laughter, and Mr. Hotness can't help a chuckle.

My cheeks flame. "Just – just take your brat and deal with her, please!" And I will go deal with a buttload of humiliation.

***Questions? Comments? Concerns?

When would anyone like to see this AU? In December-ish? January? Over the spring?***