STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 12

Scarletts P.O.V

In the evening, you arrive at Bri's and both of you begin getting ready for Jenny's party.

You shuffle through your duffle bag and pull out your tight, ripped black jeans, your long black boots

and your tight red crop top. Bri gasps and runs over to the clothes you've laid out on her bed.

"Damn girl, you're gonna look sexy tonight - Oliver wishes he could get with you"

Bri scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest and casting you a look. You firm your lips, closing your

eyes briefly to hide the excitement fro your expression.

I'm supposed to be forgetting about that asshole... just leaving it alone for the night to enjoy myself. So

why am I excited at the thought of dressing up for him? No, no, no, no.

You shakes your head, and divert your attention elsewhere.

"Please god, can we just not talk about him. He's a fucking pain in my ass"

Bri tosses her head backwards, cackling loudly, before moving towards her dresser to sit and begin

doing her makeup.

"Mmm, a sexy pain in your ass"

You shoot her an agitated look, and sigh, reaching for your bag to pull out your makeup and earrings.

"You're just as relentless as him"

"What can I say, I love pissing you off"

That makes two of you. What is her fascination with him?

"God, I'm sure once summer is over, he'll be out of my sight and I'll be off to college, so I wont have to

worry about any of this crap"

Bri angles her face mirror so she can see you, as she puts on foundation she quirks her brow

accusingly at you.

"Why wont you admit that you like him?"

You drop your clothes back on her bed, and twist to face her fully.

"Because... he thinks he can get every girl he wants, and if I'm stupid enough to fall for that shit, then

god, lock my ass up"

"Sex doesn't always have to be so formal, Scar. I mean, you can just enjoy yourself and not have

obligations"

Oh, yeah. That's her fricken motto. I love her but she needs to be safer.

"Sure, Bri. When should I schedule him in to fuck? When my mom's in the shower? When his dad's Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

cooking dinner in the kitchen? I mean, come on"

"When there's a will there's a way"

You groan and turn back around. You swipe your clothes off the bed and head to the bathroom off her

bedroom, not before you hear Bri mumbling.

"We're gonna get some drinks into you and loosen you up a bit"

Once you're in the bathroom, you set your clothes on the toilet seat and take a deep breath.

I'm not sure I want to go if I'm going to get interrogated by her all night. All I want is for her to let it go.

Oliver will never be anything more than the son of the guy my mom's dating.

You examine your appearance in the mirror, pushing back your autumn coloured locks to get a better

look at your freckled skin. You run your hands over your face and being stripping your clothes off. Your

still wet from your encounter with Oliver earlier. Your yoga pants are a reminder of the intimacy that

took place in his room.

I'll admit one thing, he is incredibly enticing.

After your clothes and boots are on, you pull your hair out of its ponytail and fluff it by running your

fingers through it. When you go back into Briana's bedroom, she turns to you, one eye with makeup

done. She holds the brush up high and waves it dramatically as she speaks to you.

"What are you going to do if he shows up?"

"I'm going to slap you for letting him know what the hell we were doing tonight... you shouldn't have told

him."

"I'm sorry but he seemed genuinely interested. Besides, you know me. I'm all about a good time"

"You're fucking telling me"

"Hey! Don't act like you don't have fun when you're with me"

So as long as I'm not babysitting your ass.

Your phone vibrates ion your bag, and you move quickly to grab it, searching the screen and frowning

when his name pops up.

Oliver: see you tonight

He's bluffing. He wouldn't come. Would he? I shouldn't even reply. I should leave that ass on read.

Taking a deep breath, you text a quick reply

Scarlett: no you won't.

Oliver: yes... I will

"Who the hell is that?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. The nagging ache in your head is a pulsating pain when your phone

vibrates again.

Oliver: Hell, I got a formal invite from your mother to tag along.

Wait... he didn't fucking tell my mom did he?

As panic surges inside of you, you curse out loud and Brian crosses the room to you, grabbing your

wrist to angle your phone towards her. She furrows her brows, unable to figure out who's number it is

since you haven't saved his contact to your phone.

And I never fucking will save that to my phone because I doubt what's going on will last long anyways.

The rage fuel expression on your face is followed by you frantically tapping the keys to interrogate

Oliver over text.

Scarlett: what the hell do you mean she invited you? Did you rat me out?

Oliver: relax

That fucking golden coming from him.

"Is that Oliver?"

You raise your gaze and scoff before addressing her.

"Are you surprised? I fucking hate that they gave him my number. Makes it harder to ignore his ass."

Bri laughs. You wave your had dismissively, distractedly looking back at your phone before sending him

a text.

Scarlett: plz do me a favour and just stay away from me.

Oliver: But somehow you find your way to me. For someone who's so annoyed with me, your body

says otherwise.

Scarlett: Don't listen to my body. I shouldn't even be listening to it. For someone who can have 'any' girl

he wants you seem to be pretty determined to have me.

Oliver: so?

You laugh mirthlessly, and when you lift your eyes you see Bri watching you closely.

"What"

"I'm telling you, he really says some bold shit. Always thinking I want him"

"Yeah, he's right"

Your mouth falls open.

Fuck, I need to stop complaining about him. It's so hard when he's so infuriating.

You decide to send Oliver one last text and put your phone on silent.

Scarlett: well, you keep trying but I'm not going to sleep with you.

Oliver: :) sure.

With a resigned sigh, you toss your phone on her bed.

"You ca say what you want, but you alway seem a little more vibrant after a sparring match with Oliver."

"Really"

You don't conceal your surprise.

"It's absolutely draining having to deal with him"

"That's because its so fun and aggravating. I'm telling you, I already know you two will have the best

sex."

"Bri!"

"What? You know it's true..."

The way he touched me, and the things he said... I know damn well it's true. Urgh. And that's the

problem.

Heat rolls through you and you fins yourself with unwanted lust.

"Girl, you really are a bad influence"

Briana twists in the chair she's sitting in that's in front of her vanity, and sticks her tongue out at you.

"That's why I'm fun, and why you love me."

"Your not wrong"

Briana turns and starts playing music on her Bluetooth speaker.

"Regardless of him, lets have fun tonight! I'm ready to get drunk"

You nod, smiling widely.

"Hell yeah! I'm soooo ready!"