STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

After a few uneventful days go by of finals from school, you and Bri find yourself laughing in your bedroom during the middle of week.

"So wait, his date is today? In the middle of the week?"

You pull your eyes from your phone to give her a look, and sigh.

"Yes, its summer break for them, and almost for us. Its not so crazy that someone would want to go on a date during the week"

You watch as she rolls her eyes, and sits up on the bed.

"Look, level with me here... Do you like him?"

"Okay fine... I like him. God. Happy?"

Your eyes widen as she laughs maniacally next to you.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Okay"

You shoot her a dirty look, and flip over so you're on your back looking up at the ceiling. Your mind begins to reel with different scenarios of what's going on with Oliver and Theresa.

Oh I bet he's using his 'best moves'. Fucking playboy.

Bri smacks your thigh and jumps up from your bed. You quirk a confused brow as she grins widely at you.

"What..."

"Get up. We're going to the mall"

She has lost her damn mind

"Fine"

guess we'll just go

out of bed before moving to your

the hell

puts her hands on your shoulders, before moving you out of the way. You raise a confused brow

"What?"

me give you some options, because girl

outfits, laying them out on your

"I'll do the dress"

on the dress, quickly dressing before you have a chance to dissuade

able to. Bri wont give up. She'd drag me

arrive at the mall thirty minutes later, unsure of

the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food court, hoping

okay if I didn't even bump into

sitting with Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled face, muscular frame, but they stop when you notice

funny isn't he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck!

god, he's

you arrive at their table, and Bri obnoxiously sits in one of the vacant seats besides them. She gestures with her eyes for you too sit, and you slide in awkwardly next to Theresa who looks confused at

"Hey, Oliver"

gaze softens as she realises you guys are familiar with Oliver. Oliver doesn't respond back to Bri, he hasn't stopped looking at you since the moment he

daughter. She's friends with

Theresa nods, and smiles

hey. I'm Theresa. Nice

Feelings not really mutual

"Yeah you too"

getting easier by the

leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, before

there's that fucking ego

you two

at you, and

full on mental

some shopping. Isn't