STEPBROTHER (R-18)
Chapter 31
Scarletts P.O.V
The next few days go by in a blur with preparation of your graduation. Oliver's gone visiting his mom for a few days, and his absence is surprisingly more agitating than you thought. Finally, after hours of makeup and outfit choices, you and Bri have arrived at school for the graduation ceremony. You're eager to see Oliver gain.
"God, you still looking for him?"
"No. Just checking to see who's here."
Okay, well its not a total lie.
"Sure... you haven't taken your eyes off that door"
"So what? I'm looking for my parents too"
"Mhm. Or just super homed in on the dude who's fucking you"
"He is not!"
You narrow your eyes and glance around at the people passing you. Bri's lack of privacy always results in your business being spilled to strangers. You glare at her, and cross your arms over your chest.
"Can you say that any louder? Damn"
"Whatever. But you know its true"
"You're a pain in my ass"
"But why would he even go back there after the whole mom's boyfriend incident?"
"Its still his mom"
"Not worth it to me"
You shrug, purse your lips curiously as you continue to search the crowd in pursuit of his familiar dark eyes.
"Oh shit. Is that Theresa?"
"What?"
"Over there?"
you make eye contact with her. And alongside her is Oliver, looking irresistible in dark slacks an a blue suit jacket, with his hair styled out of his
the hell is
fuck is he with
when I have to walk
pull your gaze away from hem when his gaze shifts and makes constant with your priori get stare. He narrows his eyes scrutinisingly, but
"Yep. That's them"
fucking date to your graduation?... what the hell is
I'm the one who
keep trusting a
the bangs slightly out of your eyes, before you
matter. I
"Scar-"
I'm not going to let it get to me. I don't care enough about him to let
and here they come...
about to
don't. I don't want to make a scene, and its the last thing my parents need
hell are your parents? Why aren't they
"He probably drove himself..."
"Or with her"
apologetic half smile, before turning to Oliver as they stop in front of you both. With a quick, steadying breath, you manage to rid your face of anger, and just
"Oliver"
spits his name like its an
to shield how she
to catch onto her ton, because when he acknowledges her, he
"Bri"
on Theresa who's eyes shift back
know you and
your face, your interest is piqued. Just as Theresa opens her mouth to respond, Oliver steps in, and crosses his arms over
any of your
just curious seeing
god... so much for making a