I couldn't just help myself but almost explode in anger, suffocating in my own sweat. Heated from rage and disgust I clenched my fist and screamed inwardly. "Like seriously?", I said out of deep frustration, referring to no one in particular. Well, who would I be talking to? Xavier only looked at me from the car's inner mirror of the car with an emotionless glare. His face went back to his phone and for a moment I can't help but think he is probably watching naked girl twerk. Looking at my father who has a big grin on his face as he stared at Devin through the front mirror. His eyes moved to me for a few seconds and I can bet I saw him smirk. "Oh son, you were really wonderful" he started "like .. I am saying you were super strong handling those kids last I saw you", James said in a praise Worthy manner to Devin who replied with silence. What the heck are they trying to do? Make me piss? Perfect! "I would like to alight now pls!", I said interrupting th
The rest of the school period went well, just that I was thinking about why I wanted to let Devin see me and hug Nigel. Fine, I won't lie about the little feelings I am just having towards him as well as the hate but I things it's normal. I can remember vividly two years ago, Mum told me about infatuation. From my point of view, I am just seeing nothing but a sixteen years old girl falling for what she is not sure of. And about Xavier, I can't tell, I just don't want to talk about that...that...damn! I think I am in love with my stepbrother! Walking down to detention, I fan my face with my left palm as I blinked rapidly. I can't let those tears drop, never! "Why does it hurt so much?" I sniffed. Not even that he had ever told me that he loved me, nor have I told him that I love him, I still don't get why I am feeling this hurt. I know he is trying to makeup but it can't work, not when all he wants is to just have my face against the wall and bang the shi
DEVIN'S POV If you ask I still have no answer. I turned back to see Emily rush past me holding her pen, funny but strange. What the hell would she be doing with her pen out or is she trying to...no way. My brows lifted as I stared at the object on her table and if I am not mistaken, the small thing in the pink wrap is a tampon. As long as I am concerned, I know girls are always insecure when they come to this time of the month and nothing would make them leave their material put unless they want to change it. 'Oh fuck!' I clenched my fist 'She missed it'. My gaze moved to Xavier who kept staring at the door where she had gone. Really, I don't understand why I feel Xavier has something forbidden doing with Emily. If not, I can't explain how obsessed he has been or toooo caring. The Xavier I know would not do anything like that, not when he has no respect for girls. My gaze went to Ms. Vanessa who raised her brows at me. I see she noticed what I noticed bu
Did she just apologize? I can't tell how happy I am. Standing by the door, I waited patiently like a groom waiting for his bride. The annoying girls were nowhere to be found and I feel so grateful that they had eventually decided to get a life. Seconds later, I hear the door unbolt before the squeaky sounds of an opening door. The sound of water gushing followed and I won't lie, it took like forever for me to hear her footsteps. This is extremely strange because I can't tell why I just suddenly care. Why I just want to see that she is okay and should give a smile on her face instead of a red nose and a bit...what's that on her neck. Fuck it looks like a love mark. Better not be that Xavier had hot kissed her or something. That's yucky! Walking toward me, her gaze was fixed on mine. Our eyes locked for a while and as she was walking straight, all I thought was that she would come to give me a hug, kiss me, and tell me how great I am. "Emily I...". I felt
Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It's been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier's punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood. Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy. "Fucking son of a bitch!". Walking to the bathroom, wash my face, and stared at my reflection in the sink mirror. This isn't the life I wanted, living alone, with no parents, no friends, no family. The only family I thought I had was Xavier, and that's why I hate him so much. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I muttered again. Before I could realize what I was doing, I found my fist in the mirror. My fist hurt but it wasn't anywhere close to the one in my heart, mind you, I am not talking about my nose. For years
XAVIER'S POV I sat unbothered on the couch staring at the screen of my cell phone. I wasn’t sure what exactly Emily was asking her mum but I could hear my name. I didn’t want to get involved in extra responsibilities, Emily already had me worrying about her enough. I uncrossed my leg on the couch and walked over to the kitchen where her mum stood. Their voices became louder and soon, I got the point.Emily wanted to go to Nigel’s party alone. Was she alright? She had no idea what that motherfucker was capable of when it came to minors like her. Especially the naive ones that just want to make their stepbrother jealous. “Mom I said I’ll be fine. I don’t need Xavier around me all hours of the day. Mom, I’m not a kid.” “You are sixteen Emily sweetie.” “Sixteen isn’t six or twelve mom,” She replied in a huffy manner. I stood there leaning against the cream-painted wall. It was high time the wall paint got changed but that wasn’t my problem. My problem was why Em
Devin's eyes locked with mine for a minute before he turned his gaze to the girls crowding him. I turned my face from his stare and continued walking. I needed to Ignore his stupid self and continue searching for Emily.He's done more bad than good and I couldn't risk having him ruin my Emily. Wait, did I just call her my Emily? I meant my baby sister but she really was mine. My Emily, I'd kill anyone that lays a filthy hand on her. Devin was still standing at the corner of the barboy. He was on a black padded shell bomber jacket and fitted black jeans. He was quaffing and looking at him turned my tummy. His black hair was neatly cut and it fell on his sides. I kept moving without direction as Devin distracted me and made me swell with so much anger. I stood for a minute and sat at the barboy's stool ordering a glass of distilled whiskey. I was letting Devin get me overly irritated and it sucked. "You have no idea." "I think they fucked," the red-head
Devin didn't struggle to get out of my grip as I hit him one last time. One last time not because I was tired but because of the noise coming from the second hall. The rowdiness of the room caught my attention and left me wondering what had happened. Why does he have this annoying smirk on his face whenever we are fighting? I paused and released him, turning my face in the direction to see what was happening. At that point, the anger in me vanished as I remembered I hadn't found Emily. "Damn." I quickly took hastened steps to the hallway, leaving Devin behind. Devin stood for a while trying to stretch before walking behind me with a smirk on his face. The noise was of people making fun, screaming, and laughing. I swayed my body in the crowd till I got to where some people gathered. I looked over the shoulder of one of the guys laughing and saw Emily on the floor. What was she doing on the floor without her clothes? Is this supposed to be my point of d