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

good idea if I turned that room into my art room.

me room

You're eighteen. You're practically an adult. All that stands in your way is a few more weeks of school. Its not like you really have to see a ton

can

it'll be easier than

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

tell how much you like him"

yeah... so fucking

listening in; you clench you

"Feelings mutual, Scar."

fucking call me

he loves that he's gotten to you. He blatantly moves his eyes to Briana and

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

with his mediocre

talk about cocky. He just loves getting me pissed off.

I'm Scarlett's

shakes his hand, awkwardly chuckling. You watch as

this shit. He always wants

here now, Ollie, how about you carry

when you use the condescending nickname You stifle a grin, biting your lip, Oliver crosses his arms over

I'm having too much fun watching

at the pillows on the floor beside your

fucking throw that

floor, and twist back 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 a sardonic look of your