Forbidden Ties

Chapter 1; The Spark Of Something New.

I stepped out of my mother’s car, feeling like the weight of the world was pressing down on my shoulders.

Moving in with her to my stepfather’s house was supposed to be a fresh start, but nerves prickled in my stomach like tiny needles.

I scanned the neighborhood—a cozy suburb with manicured lawns and proud houses, each seeming to tell a story of families and laughter. But for me, it felt like a gilded cage.

“Just give it a chance, Sam. You’ll love it here,” my mother, Lily, said, her voice forced into a cheerfulness that didn’t quite mask her own apprehension. “Jax is a good kid. You’ll see.”

“Yeah, sure. The golden boy,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. If only she knew what kind of ‘good kid’ Jaxon Miller really was—Mr. Popular, the charming playboy who seemed to have a new girlfriend every week. The last thing I needed was to be part of his entourage or, even worse, become a target for every jealous girl at school.

As I walked up to the front door, my mind raced with apprehension. What if they didn’t like me? What if I wasn’t enough? Just as I was about to knock, the door swung open, revealing a tall figure with tousled dark hair and a grin that could light up a room.

“Hey, you must be Sam! Welcome!” Jax’s voice was smooth, with a hint of mischief that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. He stepped aside, letting me enter, and I caught the curious looks from his friends lounging in the living room, laughing at some joke I wasn’t part of.

“Nice to meet you, step-sis!” he said with a playful wink, and I felt my face flush. “Just don’t get too comfortable; I can be a handful.”

“Right,” I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing. I dropped my bags near the staircase, my palms clammy with nervousness. The laughter from the living room mixed with the soft music playing in the background.

“Are you ready to party?” he asked, his smile widening.

“Party? I just got here!” I protested, but his energy was infectious.

“Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in,” he said, his tone inviting. But I sensed something hidden beneath his charm, an undercurrent that made me uneasy.

With a sigh, I followed him into the living room, where his friends greeted me with mixed expressions of curiosity and skepticism. Jax introduced me to the group, and as he spoke, I felt like a fish out of water, struggling to keep up with their inside jokes. Each time I tried to laugh along, my mind drifted to the reality of my situation.

Just then, a girl with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, who I assumed was one of Jax’s latest conquests, leaned into him and laughed a little too loudly. “You’re not really going to let your new step-sister hang around, are you, Jax?”

My stomach twisted. This was exactly what I had feared—being caught in the crossfire of Jax’s popularity.

“Relax, Bella. Sam’s not my type,” Jax said with a wink, but I noticed a flicker of something in his eyes that told a different story.

“Of course not,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’m just here to survive the year, remember?”

“Good plan,” Jax said, tilting his head. “But who knows? You might end up enjoying it.”

As the night wore on, I tried to distance myself from Jax, making small talk with other guests while stealing glances at him. But each time our eyes met, my pulse quickened. He had this way of drawing me in, and I hated that I liked it.

Around midnight, the atmosphere in the house began to shift. The music grew quieter, the laughter less frequent. The guests started to trickle out, but I wasn’t in a hurry to leave. There was still more stuff we had to bring from our old house. My mom had mentioned it earlier, and I knew she was planning to head back to gather the last of our things.

I stood by the door, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but Jax caught my eye again. His gaze was intense, pulling me into his orbit like a gravitational force I couldn’t fight.

“Hey, you. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I forced a smile. “Just helping Mom with some last-minute things at the old house.”

My mother, who had been talking with one of Jax’s friends, overheard and waved me off with a dismissive hand. “No, no. I’m fine. I’ve got it, Sam. Stay, have fun. There’s no rush. I’ll go grab the rest of our things myself.”

Jax’s grin widened, a gleam of victory flashing in his eyes. He reached for my hand, his touch warm and firm. "You heard the lady. It’s game time, Sam! Come on, you don’t want to miss it."

Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself following him back into the living room, the pull of his energy irresistible. As the game began, I felt the tension in the room shift. Jax’s friends took turns revealing secrets and daring each other to do ridiculous things, while I stayed in the background, still struggling to get comfortable. But as the rounds progressed, Jax’s eyes never strayed far from me, and the air between us crackled with something unspoken, something undeniable.

“Alright, Sam! Your turn!” Bella called out, her tone dripping with a playful challenge. “Truth or dare?”

I glanced at Jax, who was leaning back in his chair with an amused grin. “Uh… truth?” I said, opting for the safer choice.

“Boring! But fine,” Bella said, feigning disappointment. “Okay, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

My cheeks flushed, and I looked down, thinking. “Well, one time, I tripped onstage during a school play and fell right into the orchestra pit,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Laughter erupted, and I couldn’t help but join in, the shared humor easing my nerves.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” Jax chimed in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, let’s turn up the heat! Sam, I dare you to kiss Jax.”

Gasps filled the room, and my heart raced at the thought. Jax raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, while my stomach churned. This was exactly the kind of thing I had wanted to avoid—being the center of attention, the target of whispers and judgments.

“No way! I’m not doing that!” I protested, crossing my arms defiantly.

“Oh, come on! You can’t back out now,” Bella taunted, her grin wide. “Just a peck. It’s not like you’ll be committing to anything.”

Jax leaned closer, his expression playful yet somehow earnest. “I promise I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he added, flashing a grin that made my heart race.

Caught off guard, I hesitated. All eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction. The pressure built, and despite my better judgment, I found myself leaning in slightly, curiosity overcoming my reluctance. Jax’s smile widened as he leaned forward too, our lips almost brushing when—

“Sam! Time to go!” my mother’s voice called from the front door, shattering the tension.

I jerked back, my heart pounding as I caught a glimpse of Jax’s expression—a mix of surprise and disappointment. “Uh, I really have to—” I stammered, scrambling to my feet and rushing toward my mother.

“Nice to see you too, Jax!” my mom called, blissfully unaware of the charged atmosphere. “We’ll catch up tomorrow!”

“Yeah, sure. Goodnight, Sam!” Jax replied, but there was a note of frustration in his voice that only added to my confusion.

As we drove away, I felt a mix of relief and regret. I’d escaped the awkward moment, but the image of Jax’s teasing smile lingered in my mind, refusing to let me go. What would tomorrow hold? Could I avoid him, or was this the beginning of something I wasn’t sure I was ready for?

That night, sleep eluded me as I tossed and turned, replaying every moment in my head. Just as I was about to drift off, my phone buzzed beside me. I grabbed it, my heart racing, hoping for a distraction from the chaos of the day. But instead, I found a text from an unknown number.

“I saw you with Jax. This isn’t over.”

Chills ran down my spine as I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. Who could it be? What did they mean? A knot formed in my stomach, and my earlier feelings of anxiety morphed into something darker.

What had I gotten myself into?