Good Stepbrother (Love #2) by Scarlett Jade, Intuition Author Services Page B
Authors: Scarlett Jade, Intuition Author Services
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know! Sweet sixteen. I want a car. I’m trying to get my father to buy me one, but he’s being a total douche,” I sighed. “Mom says she’ll see what they can do. I want a party. A big party. But they’re getting married so they’re focused on that. Ugh. I’m only sixteen once!”
Britney nodded sympathetically. “My parents wanted to get a clown for my sweet sixteen. I was like, ‘Do you want me to be a social pariah?’”
Chapter Six
It was my birthday. I, Brielle Harper, was sixteen and beautiful. I was on top of the world. I did feel a slight twinge of guilt because Carter had worked on his car for months, and now he had to share it with me. But I didn’t dare show my feelings. Instead I crowed, “I’m going to get to drive my baby brother to school!”
The crowd around me cheered and I grinned widely, surveying the dusky yard for him. He leaned against the side of the house, nursing a soda. Anger turned his full lips down and I decided that since it was my birthday I’d mess with him some more. He was beside his best friend, the fat leprechaun, Kirby. I’d mess with him too.
Tottering over on my sky high heels, I cooed, “Hi, baby brother.”
“I’m not your brother,” he growled and I grinned wider.
“Thanks for the car.”
“It wasn’t my fucking idea.” He rolled his eyes.
“You mean you don’t want to be alone with me in a car?” I teased.
“I don’t want to be around you at all, period. I hate you.”
Ow. Shit, Carter. That one hurt. Do you really hate me? “You don’t hate me, Carter. You love me. You and I both know it. Hi, Kirbikins!” I waggled my fingers and backed away, a huge grin on my lips. “I’m going for a ride with the girls!” I squealed and all of my friends screamed in excitement. I was the only one with a car. We loaded up and my mother peered in the window.
“Buckle up, Bri. Home by midnight. You need sleep.”
“I know, Mom!” I rolled my eyes and started the car. Loud pop music poured from the speakers as we peeled out of the driveway. I had so much fun. We sang, waved our arms out the window and had a blast. I didn’t even use E that night. I was genuinely happy.
“Carter seemed so mad about the car,” Britney piped up suddenly.
And just like that all the wind knocked out of my balloon of happiness. “Yeah he did.”
“Do you ever think about being nice to him?” she continued. “He’s really cute and…”
I slammed on the brakes and shut off the radio. Pointing my finger in her face, I hissed, “Leave him alone.”
“What! I just said he was cute!” she babbled.
“He’s mine. Do you understand?”
“He’s your stepbrother,” Jennifer sniffed. “That’s gross.”
“It’s not like that. But you two cannot date him. Period. Understood?”
“We get it,” Britney sighed. “Whatever.”
I dropped them off at their houses and drove around Marysville aimlessly for an hour before curfew. Five minutes to midnight, I pulled up into the drive and cut the engine. I needed to talk to Carter. A tiny part of me felt guilty and I didn’t like it. Hurrying out of the car, I opened the front door quietly and tiptoed up the stairs. Knocking gently on his door, I peeked inside before he could answer me. “Can we talk?”
“Could we not?” he snapped.
Stepping into his room anyway, I closed his door and whispered, “It’s my birthday.”
“So what? Do you want a cookie?”
“You’re being mean.” I pouted.
“You took my car.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t take your car. Dad just let me own half of it.”
He glared at me. “Don’t call him Dad.”
“Why not?” Padding across the floor, I sat down on the edge of his bed. “Does it bother you?”
“You know it does.”
“Where’s my present?”
“I didn’t get you one.”
“Oh.” Damn, that’s harsh.
“Why would I get someone I hate a birthday present?”
I’m so sorry you hate me. “Do you really hate me, Carter?”
“Sometimes. Most
Britney nodded sympathetically. “My parents wanted to get a clown for my sweet sixteen. I was like, ‘Do you want me to be a social pariah?’”
Chapter Six
It was my birthday. I, Brielle Harper, was sixteen and beautiful. I was on top of the world. I did feel a slight twinge of guilt because Carter had worked on his car for months, and now he had to share it with me. But I didn’t dare show my feelings. Instead I crowed, “I’m going to get to drive my baby brother to school!”
The crowd around me cheered and I grinned widely, surveying the dusky yard for him. He leaned against the side of the house, nursing a soda. Anger turned his full lips down and I decided that since it was my birthday I’d mess with him some more. He was beside his best friend, the fat leprechaun, Kirby. I’d mess with him too.
Tottering over on my sky high heels, I cooed, “Hi, baby brother.”
“I’m not your brother,” he growled and I grinned wider.
“Thanks for the car.”
“It wasn’t my fucking idea.” He rolled his eyes.
“You mean you don’t want to be alone with me in a car?” I teased.
“I don’t want to be around you at all, period. I hate you.”
Ow. Shit, Carter. That one hurt. Do you really hate me? “You don’t hate me, Carter. You love me. You and I both know it. Hi, Kirbikins!” I waggled my fingers and backed away, a huge grin on my lips. “I’m going for a ride with the girls!” I squealed and all of my friends screamed in excitement. I was the only one with a car. We loaded up and my mother peered in the window.
“Buckle up, Bri. Home by midnight. You need sleep.”
“I know, Mom!” I rolled my eyes and started the car. Loud pop music poured from the speakers as we peeled out of the driveway. I had so much fun. We sang, waved our arms out the window and had a blast. I didn’t even use E that night. I was genuinely happy.
“Carter seemed so mad about the car,” Britney piped up suddenly.
And just like that all the wind knocked out of my balloon of happiness. “Yeah he did.”
“Do you ever think about being nice to him?” she continued. “He’s really cute and…”
I slammed on the brakes and shut off the radio. Pointing my finger in her face, I hissed, “Leave him alone.”
“What! I just said he was cute!” she babbled.
“He’s mine. Do you understand?”
“He’s your stepbrother,” Jennifer sniffed. “That’s gross.”
“It’s not like that. But you two cannot date him. Period. Understood?”
“We get it,” Britney sighed. “Whatever.”
I dropped them off at their houses and drove around Marysville aimlessly for an hour before curfew. Five minutes to midnight, I pulled up into the drive and cut the engine. I needed to talk to Carter. A tiny part of me felt guilty and I didn’t like it. Hurrying out of the car, I opened the front door quietly and tiptoed up the stairs. Knocking gently on his door, I peeked inside before he could answer me. “Can we talk?”
“Could we not?” he snapped.
Stepping into his room anyway, I closed his door and whispered, “It’s my birthday.”
“So what? Do you want a cookie?”
“You’re being mean.” I pouted.
“You took my car.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t take your car. Dad just let me own half of it.”
He glared at me. “Don’t call him Dad.”
“Why not?” Padding across the floor, I sat down on the edge of his bed. “Does it bother you?”
“You know it does.”
“Where’s my present?”
“I didn’t get you one.”
“Oh.” Damn, that’s harsh.
“Why would I get someone I hate a birthday present?”
I’m so sorry you hate me. “Do you really hate me, Carter?”
“Sometimes. Most
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