STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

In the evening, you arrive at Bri's and both of you begin getting ready for Jenny's party.

You shuffle through your duffle bag and pull out your tight, ripped black jeans, your long black boots and your tight red crop top. Bri gasps and runs over to the clothes you've laid out on her bed.

"Damn girl, you're gonna look sexy tonight - Oliver wishes he could get with you"

Bri scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest and casting you a look. You firm your lips, closing your eyes briefly to hide the excitement fro your expression.

I'm supposed to be forgetting about that asshole... just leaving it alone for the night to enjoy myself. So why am I excited at the thought of dressing up for him? No, no, no, no.

You shakes your head, and divert your attention elsewhere.

"Please god, can we just not talk about him. He's a fucking pain in my ass"

Bri tosses her head backwards, cackling loudly, before moving towards her dresser to sit and begin doing her makeup.

"Mmm, a sexy pain in your ass"

You shoot her an agitated look, and sigh, reaching for your bag to pull out your makeup and earrings.

"You're just as relentless as him"

"What can I say, I love pissing you off"

That makes two of you. What is her fascination with him?

"God, I'm sure once summer is over, he'll be out of my sight and I'll be off to college, so I wont have to worry about any of this crap"

Bri angles her face mirror so she can see you, as she puts on foundation she quirks her brow accusingly at you.

"Why wont you admit that you like him?"

You drop your clothes back on her bed, and twist to face her fully.

"Because... he thinks he can get every girl he wants, and if I'm stupid enough to fall for that shit, then god, lock my ass up"

"Sex doesn't always have to be so formal, Scar. I mean, you can just enjoy yourself and not have obligations"

Oh, yeah. That's her fricken motto. I love her but she needs to be safer.

"Sure, Bri. When should I schedule him in to fuck? When my mom's in the shower? When his dad's cooking dinner in the kitchen? I mean, come on"

there's a will there's a

and head to the bathroom off her bedroom,

gonna get some drinks into you and loosen you up a

set your clothes on the toilet seat and take a

all night. All I want is for her to let it go. Oliver will never be anything more than the son of the guy my mom's

over your face and being stripping your clothes

one thing, he

by running your fingers through it. When you go back into Briana's bedroom, she turns to you, one eye with makeup done. She holds the brush up high and

you going to

you for letting him know what the hell we were

he seemed genuinely interested. Besides, you know me. I'm all about a

"You're fucking telling me"

you don't

I'm not babysitting your

to grab it, searching the screen and

Oliver: see you tonight

I shouldn't even

deep breath, you text a quick

Scarlett: no you won't.

Oliver: yes... I will

the hell is

The nagging ache in your head is a

Hell, I got a formal invite from

tell

and Brian crosses the room to you, grabbing your wrist to angle your phone towards her. She furrows her brows, unable to figure out who's number it is since you

save that to my phone because I doubt what's

on your face is followed by you frantically tapping

what the hell do you mean she invited you?

Oliver: relax

fucking golden coming

"Is that Oliver?"

raise your gaze and scoff before

hate that they gave him my number.

dismissively, distractedly looking back at your phone before sending him

a favour

to me. For someone who's so

body. I shouldn't even be listening to it. For someone who can have 'any' girl he wants you seem

Oliver: so?

your