STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 2

Scarletts P.O.V

The next day you and your friend Briana are helping your mom and Kirk move boxes into your house. Your relieved that Oliver is nowhere to be seen, but also annoyed that you're given the job of moving his boxes into his room. You turn to Briana, and grumble angrily under your breath.

"As much as i love the absence of his company... why the fuck is it my job to move his shit?"

Briana snickers, clutching a few pillows, as you make your way up the stairs to your old room which for the past two years has been an office/storage space for your mom to throw old junk.

"Well, if I've learned anything from my brothers, its that boys are lazy."

"Your telling me" i say back in a slightly angry tone.

As you near the top of he stairs, you hear your mom call you from below.

"No, Scar, his stuff needs to go in the bedroom down in the basement!"

You halt and whip around. Anger fills you.

She's giving him MY bedroom! What the hell!...

"Wait! He's getting my room?" I say both angrily and confused.

Your mother laughs and shakes her head.

"No, we are turning the guest bedroom into his bedroom."

You've got to be fucking kidding me... his bedroom is going to be directly next to mine? What have i done to deserve this?

You ignore the excitement stirring unwanted in your gut and groan. Gesturing to Briana with a nod of your head, you both begin to descend the stairs.

bedroom?' I question mom as i walk down the

idea if I turned that room into my art room. It gets

room next to him' i

few more weeks of school. Its not like you really

I can do

knows? Maybe it'll be easier

bedroom door along the way, you huff out a breath, and dump his boxes to the

much you like him" Briana says

fucking much." I

in; you clench you jaw

"Feelings mutual, Scar."

fucking call

to Briana and bites

I'm sure we haven't, because i

unimpressed with his mediocre attempt at

loves getting me pissed off.

Scarlett's

hand, awkwardly chuckling. You watch as

for this shit. He always wants to play

now, Ollie, how about you carry your

grin, biting your lip, Oliver crosses

I'm having too much

at the pillows on the floor beside

should fucking throw that at

to face him. His eyes shift to the pillow in your hand and he quirks a brow, realising what you're going to do. He challenges you with that look of arrogance, and you return his gaze with

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