STEPBROTHER (R-18)

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.

old bedroom?' I question mom as i walk down the

Kirk thought it would be a good idea if I turned that room into my art room. It gets the most light. The

make me room next to him'

of school. Its not like you really have to see

I can do

it'll be easier than i

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

much you like him"

fucking much." I answer

that Olivier is listening in; you clench you jaw when you hear

"Feelings mutual, Scar."

fucking call

moves his eyes to Briana and bites his lip. Stepping forward into

we've met. Oh, no. I'm sure we haven't, because i

with his mediocre attempt

about cocky. He just loves getting me pissed

I'm Scarlett's best

chuckling.

Please god, don't fall for this shit. He always

you're here now, Ollie, how about

frowns when you use the condescending nickname You stifle a grin, biting your lip,

having too much fun watching you carry

glance at the pillows on the

throw

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 a sardonic look of