Good Stepbrother (Love #2) by Scarlett Jade, Intuition Author Services Page A
Authors: Scarlett Jade, Intuition Author Services
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But I’m not. I never will be, and for that? I’m sorry.
“Stop. I can’t take this anymore. This shit isn’t funny. I’ve got half a mind to go to my dad and tell him what you’re doing.”
That pissed me off. “He won’t believe you. Because you see, I’ve already told them that you’re infatuated with me and I’m worried that you think we’ll be a couple.”
“You did what?” he gasped.
“Yeah, I have to protect myself. They think you’re a sick, damaged little boy who is obsessed with me. Which, in a way you are.” I giggled hoarsely and bent to pull on my robe.
“What perverted pleasure are you getting out of this? Why would you hurt me this way? All I ever did was love you and take care of you.”
His words wounded me as though he’d stabbed me in the heart. I blinked back tears and murmured, “See, that’s the problem, right there, Carter. You’re so damn good. You think everyone else is, too.” Darting out of his room, I ran back to mine and closed my door before I threw myself across the bed and stifled my sobs in my pillow.
As much as I wanted him and wanted to be what he needed, I knew I never could be. But I couldn’t stop being a selfish, crazy bitch. No, I wanted him too much.
Winter thawed into spring and life continued on. Ninth grade wasn’t really my favorite, I hated being at the bottom of the food chain again. I was inherently popular, of course, but the senior populars were the big ones. I was a small fish in a big pond and I was constantly trying to impress them. I was the height of fashion, stealing clothes my mother couldn’t afford to buy me. I never got caught. It was easy enough, I had Britney and Jennifer distract the cashier and I scoped out the store for security cameras. There was always one spot in the store that no one could see and that’s where I’d stuff my backpack full of clothes. Then I’d pass it off to one of the sweet, good little twins and they’d sashay out of the store. I’d follow a few minutes later after buying some token trinket, like nail polish. I had hundreds of bottles of cheap nail polish. I might’ve spent eighty bucks on that total. I had thousands of dollars in clothes.
“Hey, you,” one of the seniors called me over to their table in the middle of April. She was Leslie Brownlow, and she was gorgeous. I aspired to be her. Platinum blonde hair, big blue eyes, huge boobs, and skinny.
“Yeah?” I breathed, trying to play off that I was cool and collected.
“You should think about joining the squad next year. I’m gonna be out of here and we need some fresh blood. What do you say?”
Sweat broke out under my pits. No one ever got asked to join the squad. They had a list a mile long of rejects who wanted to shake their asses and pom poms at football games. They were asking me. Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I pursed my lips. “I’ll think about it.”
Leslie nodded and grinned widely. “I like you, Bri Harper. You’re gonna sit with us for lunch from now on.”
I almost fainted as I sat on the bench. For the rest of the year, I was privy to the most amazing conversations about boys, blowjobs, and hair. I felt a little bad that Britney and Jennifer weren’t asked to join us, but hey, they weren’t the Queen Bee of the ninth grade. I was. They were just my peons. They begged me to tell them what went on at the cheerleaders’ table.
“Come on!” Britney pleaded. “Tell me! Are they just…awesome?” She clenched her chest and sighed.
“I’m so jealous,” Jennifer pouted and as I speared her with a look, she brightened slightly. “But totally excited for you…”
“If you girls play your cards right, you’ll be cheerleaders too. Of course, not in the tenth grade, but by the eleventh, for sure. By then I’ll be the team captain,” I reassured them. Truthfully, I doubted they’d ever get on the squad, but that appeased them for a while.
“Your birthday is coming up soon,” Britney reminded me.
“I
“Stop. I can’t take this anymore. This shit isn’t funny. I’ve got half a mind to go to my dad and tell him what you’re doing.”
That pissed me off. “He won’t believe you. Because you see, I’ve already told them that you’re infatuated with me and I’m worried that you think we’ll be a couple.”
“You did what?” he gasped.
“Yeah, I have to protect myself. They think you’re a sick, damaged little boy who is obsessed with me. Which, in a way you are.” I giggled hoarsely and bent to pull on my robe.
“What perverted pleasure are you getting out of this? Why would you hurt me this way? All I ever did was love you and take care of you.”
His words wounded me as though he’d stabbed me in the heart. I blinked back tears and murmured, “See, that’s the problem, right there, Carter. You’re so damn good. You think everyone else is, too.” Darting out of his room, I ran back to mine and closed my door before I threw myself across the bed and stifled my sobs in my pillow.
As much as I wanted him and wanted to be what he needed, I knew I never could be. But I couldn’t stop being a selfish, crazy bitch. No, I wanted him too much.
Winter thawed into spring and life continued on. Ninth grade wasn’t really my favorite, I hated being at the bottom of the food chain again. I was inherently popular, of course, but the senior populars were the big ones. I was a small fish in a big pond and I was constantly trying to impress them. I was the height of fashion, stealing clothes my mother couldn’t afford to buy me. I never got caught. It was easy enough, I had Britney and Jennifer distract the cashier and I scoped out the store for security cameras. There was always one spot in the store that no one could see and that’s where I’d stuff my backpack full of clothes. Then I’d pass it off to one of the sweet, good little twins and they’d sashay out of the store. I’d follow a few minutes later after buying some token trinket, like nail polish. I had hundreds of bottles of cheap nail polish. I might’ve spent eighty bucks on that total. I had thousands of dollars in clothes.
“Hey, you,” one of the seniors called me over to their table in the middle of April. She was Leslie Brownlow, and she was gorgeous. I aspired to be her. Platinum blonde hair, big blue eyes, huge boobs, and skinny.
“Yeah?” I breathed, trying to play off that I was cool and collected.
“You should think about joining the squad next year. I’m gonna be out of here and we need some fresh blood. What do you say?”
Sweat broke out under my pits. No one ever got asked to join the squad. They had a list a mile long of rejects who wanted to shake their asses and pom poms at football games. They were asking me. Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I pursed my lips. “I’ll think about it.”
Leslie nodded and grinned widely. “I like you, Bri Harper. You’re gonna sit with us for lunch from now on.”
I almost fainted as I sat on the bench. For the rest of the year, I was privy to the most amazing conversations about boys, blowjobs, and hair. I felt a little bad that Britney and Jennifer weren’t asked to join us, but hey, they weren’t the Queen Bee of the ninth grade. I was. They were just my peons. They begged me to tell them what went on at the cheerleaders’ table.
“Come on!” Britney pleaded. “Tell me! Are they just…awesome?” She clenched her chest and sighed.
“I’m so jealous,” Jennifer pouted and as I speared her with a look, she brightened slightly. “But totally excited for you…”
“If you girls play your cards right, you’ll be cheerleaders too. Of course, not in the tenth grade, but by the eleventh, for sure. By then I’ll be the team captain,” I reassured them. Truthfully, I doubted they’d ever get on the squad, but that appeased them for a while.
“Your birthday is coming up soon,” Britney reminded me.
“I
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