STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

You arrive at the mall thirty minutes later, unsure of what to expect.

You ignore the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food court, hoping they wont be sitting directly opposite the door.

I think I'd be okay if I didn't even bump into them... god, what would I even say?

You and Bri glance around the food court, and you gasp as your eyes land on Oliver sitting with Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled face, muscular frame, but they stop when you notice Theresa laughing at something he's said.

Oh, he's just so fucking funny isn't he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck! Maybe I should hide?

Oh my god, he's looking at me!

Oh both walk towards him, Bri grinning madly next to you, before you arrive at their table, and Bri obnoxiously sits in one of the vacant seats besides them. She gestures with her eyes for you too sit, and you slide in awkwardly next to Theresa who looks confused at the both of you.

"Hey, Oliver"

Theresa's gaze softens as she realises you guys are familiar with Oliver. Oliver doesn't respond back to Bri, he hasn't stopped looking at you since the moment he spotted you. You shift uncomfortably, before you turn to Theresa.

"Hi, I'm Scarlett, Katrina's daughter. She's friends with your mom"

Theresa nods, and smiles

"Oh, hey. I'm Theresa. Nice to meet you"

Feelings not really mutual

"Yeah you too"

lying is getting easier by the fucking

chest, before a

there's that fucking ego I

are you

at you, and you feel butterfly's in your

reached full on mental patient

do some shopping. Isn't that right,

go into the store, eyes roaming over racks and racks of lingerie, panties,

grabs a neon green pair of panties that have pieces of white frilly material all around them. Your

"No, thank you"

and tosses them back on the shelf. You glance at the entrance, half expecting Oliver to come barrelling

in

Oh, maybe a skimpy lingerie dress or like those stockings that hook onto

fucking mother

I would die

Bri scoffs

eighteen. What

I think the last thing my mom wants to think about is me

Bri shrugs

tears it

and swat her with a pair of panties, laughing until you realise one'd of the employees has been watching you,