Stuck between two bad boys

Usually, it was supposed to be Xavier’s alarms that would wake me up but my mom’s call did this morning. With the way she was sounding, I knew she would have been checking my teeth, tongue, and nails if she was around, she never just want me to grow up.

“We are so worried Emily,” Mom said “It’s awkward” she paused “But you know we stayed over three days without hearing about any pranks complain from you both”

My heart literally somersaulted as she talked about Xavier, not seeing him on his neatly arranged bed drives me crazy but at the same time gives me hope and relief. After what happened on Saturday, I never thought I would be able to look him in the eyes.

It just hurts how people fall so quickly for love and get played for it. No wonder Brick and Lace said love is wicked, if there is another word for the wicked I will use it.

Xavier is love and love is wicked.

Even now, still in my favorite pajamas and almost late for school, I don’t know how I managed to fall so deeply in love with my stepbrother over a kiss.

Like, I can just kiss a random person and not feel that connection but it was my first kiss. The very first kiss of my life and I was only told it was a terrible mistake and it would not happen again.

I sigh as I began to imagine that what I think I feel for Xavier might just be Infatuation or too much of seeing him in his pants. Like, who wouldn’t think or act the same because for a guy like he looks more like a Greek God.

To be fair, it’s would be better to classify him as a fictional character. His thick arms and voice looked like something someone spent extra hours to create. His packs, the hair that runs down his neck to the inside of his pants.

The inside of his pants I always want to see and hopefully get to touch. I already know how big it is when folded and I wonder how it would be unfolded.

Such a forbidden pleas-

“Emily!!!” Dad’s voice brought me out of my ill trance “We thought you had gone back to sleep” he teased.

I listened to them say random things until Dad said something I wouldn’t believe he did be able to say.

“Hope you haven’t killed your brother yet?” He asked again “because I still can not hear his voice in the background telling you to get ready for school because it’s almost time for your lunch at school”

“Dad?!” I giggled as I get up from my bed “It’s not even time for the first period and you know I don’t stay long in the bathroom” I held the phone with my ear and shoulder as I answered the call.

“Yeah, we know” Dad replied, mentally, I can see him nodding with a weird smile on his face “is that right honey?” He said to Mom “about 39 minutes in the shower is too short for our baby” he laughed “And the remaining 21 minutes to dress and comb your hair into a messy ponytail”

That’s it! I have heard enough.

“Alright, Dad” I stopped him “I dress fine and I am never hate” I gave a toothy grin as if he could see me “I have to go now” I hurriedly rushed into the bathroom with my pajama on and my towel “Make sure you get me ice cream and burgers when coming back” I rushed the last words “BYE!!!” I yelled.

Not as I would do, spending my quality time in the warm shower became hard for me. Quickly I let the water wash from my head which I love to do every day, well, I technically wear a shower cap so I might say I did not really have to wash it for two months.

It’s indeed a huge surprise for the fact I haven’t seen any lice in my hair, for the I way barely comb the hair properly or wash it is making me scared of being too noticeable. I love to stay in the shadows, the comfortable shadows of my oversized shirts and baggy shorts. My brother’s stolen hoodies had been like a lifesaver for me and I will be more than ready to steal more.

Immediately I got out of the bathroom, I quickly rushed to the door to lock it, I can’t afford to let what happened the other day repeat. Feeling comfortable that I have at least stopped any accidental body from seeing the scene, I went to the deepest part of my chest to take one of my brother’s stolen hoodies.

It’s the most comfortable hoodie I have ever stolen from him since our Parents became married. Before I stole it, I asked Dad to get me something like that but he could not find it so I have to take permission before stealing his son’s favorite hoodie. And gest what, he agreed!This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

It’s been almost two years and I still don’t get why the cloth still looks oversized on me. The wrist was literally covering my palms and I don’t mind. My greatest happiness is that Xavier would have forgotten about the clothes then I can have to wear them freely without persecution.

I found Xavier scrolling on some pictures on his phone when I got out, I was indeed a little bit surprised to see him waiting for me after he solely avoided me for the rest of Saturday and the whole of Sunday.

Well, our church is not that far that I have to walk it down. My feet still hurt a little bit because I had to do the walking in heels. No need for the face, I technically understand that you can look at me like that.

The thing is that I only wear heels on Sundays and since Mom drives us, I have nothing to worry about. I would just slip off my heels while in the car and put them on when out of the car so basically, I don’t have to stay out of the car for long except during the priest’s sermon and I would definitely be on my warm seat.

I know snooping around people especially when the person has to be your brother with who you are in love it. If not for the way he turned immediately, I was as well ready to smash the car glass with his head for checking naked pictures of girls.

I will have to admit that those girls are hot, like they are super HOT, With very flat stomachs like my own. Their hips, boobs, and butts look so good to be real that I have no option but to glare at them at Xavier in jealousy and rage.

His eyes went over my small frame and a tiny smile appeared on his face. He tried to look somewhere else other than my angry face.

If I could do something, I would have loved to punch the smile off his face but the day I did that, I ended up hurting my fist badly and I would not want that to happen again.

“That’s my hoodie” he beamed.

“It’s mine now” I blurted out angrily “At least you won’t be able to see my small butt and boobs beneath it” I mumbled as I climb into the car.

In truth, I can say he heard me clearly because the sudden mood swing on his face shows that he was not impressed. He stared at me for a while before twisting the car key.

“Fasten your seat belt,” he said.

I didn’t have much time to even do what he asked me to do as he drove off the yard. Whenever he says something like this, I knew he would be up to no good and I will definitely end up puking when I get to school.

But thank to my lazy instincts, I felt too lazy to prepare breakfast so I decided to only grab an apple and eat it during our lunch break. That means, no puking today.