My Stepbrother: Secret Obsession

It’s like existing at the tip of erupting volcano

AVA

I woke up feeling like s**t, I couldn't even get out of bed, I am hangover. Forget about what I had to drink, it wasn't even that much, actually, my head hurts from what I had done.

I kissed him knowingly, okay maybe a little tipsy but still, I knew exactly what I was going for when I suggest driving myself into deluding him to follow behind me.

Agreed, I wanted so badly for him to look at me, for him to notice me, for him to think back to our prior connection.

My hands knead my face as a groan rumbles from my throat, I dramatically wiggle my legs on the bed before blowing out air loudly and roll out of bed.

From the nightstand where I learn it's one in the afternoon, I yank the cord out of my phone charging port, and swipe the lock screen. I have thousands of notifications that suddenly sickened me and I feel the need to shelve the phone in my pocket for later.

That's when I recognize my outfit. I am clothed in some satin button-down long PJ. I would've panic but hey! Only mom would change me into this type of clothing.

I saunter to the ensuite toilet. My bedroom here is three-time bigger than the bedroom back in the city. I didn't decorate the space to my liking given the time, I was grieving over my very first breakup. But mom had tried to make everything satisfying that I don't think the room needs any modification.

After two minutes of brushing my teeth, I dry my face with a small white towel and hang it back on the hook before I emerge from the whole room itself.

My room is also on the middle floor, but there's a little interval between Lilith and Leigh's walls.

Barefooted and disheveled I descended the staircase.

I wished everyone has decided to make life a bit more vibrant and left the house so I could be alone with you know who.

Maybe I could confront Leigh and confessed how messed up I've been since he left. Maybe I could tell him the truth about how I feel. I am sure he does the same too. The way he kissed back, it must mean something.

He was passionate and gentle, I felt his heartbeat dancing through his shirt, the way he squirmed when our bodies touch. And how he stiffened when he knows I was going to kiss him.

Maybe if we try and come to an understanding, we could have an even better six weeks of summer.

With a smile on my face, I search the five living rooms on the ground floor, I review every room on the floor, including the kitchen but it was quiet.

Perhaps they all went out as I had hoped? Only I expected him to stay around, I have a lot of questions and comments. I bet he does too.

I was about to shrug off the disappointment when my eyes drift to the glass door and through it was a half-naked six feet tall young man, in black shorts, rake chestnut hair, and body eligible for athletic.

He carries a bottle of water in his hand, a smile on his magnetism lips, and those earthy green eyes that harmonized the lushest of the garden; they accumulated charm, patience, and serenity.

I know that because we made eye contact and I curse instincts for dragging me down behind a leather sofa.

Shit.

Feeling the embarrassment heating crossing my cheeks, I closed my eyes and slap my forehead with my hand.

After what feels like forever when actually it was ten seconds, I cautiously make an effort with a detective's eye, I peered from behind the sofa.

Again, our eyes lock and I quickly went back to hiding.

I don't understand why my heart is racing fast than ever. I should be able to withstand Leigh.

He is a normal person like every other boy in Las Vegas.

With my lip between my teeth and a deep breath, I ruffle my sleepy hair to a better appearance and shoot up from the hideout.

He was still peering through the glass. He has his hands on his hip, his eyes narrowed quizzically.

I feel like a total i***t.

No, you don't, now is the time. Go talk to him. My subconscious injected and I think I like her for the support.

I can do it, I can confront Leigh Boyce, my first boyfriend, the one who I pushed away last year. Not that I blame myself, because it was on him, he was the one who cheated.

He might go to college, he might have grown even more defined, huge and handsome, he might have changed but so did I.

I tolerate no one, I have obtained the fame, power, and control the school cheering team that most of the students from school practically worship me.

Indeed, I can confront Leigh.

So I slide the door and walked out of it but rather, every little courage I have expired.

He wasn't alone.

There was quite a number of young people enjoying themselves in our backyard.

I know Julian, Lilith's; my stepsister, but then there are two unfamiliar faces.

I'm talking about girls with bikini flawless bodies, natural blonde hair, and beguile smiles. They are resting on their stomachs on the benches around the pool. I am sure there's a plastic surgery story behind those buttocks because I refuse to believe there's a way a human butt could fit that round.

So I froze some feet away from Leigh, I literally just cease functioning in my stance.

Sounds confusing right? did I mention I've grown something dangerous called jealousy?

Through the year I've only wanted to be the heart of attention in every room I walk in, and I gain that successfully.

I have over a hundred thousand IG followers, met gala-worthy poses, viral tweets with a million likes from people who consider being forward and bold is the new alliance. I've received gifts and flowers from admirers that little kids around Nevada look up to me as an influencer.

You see, that's quite an achievement.

"Isn't it my lovely junkie sister?" Lilith mocks from the pool when everyone's eyes found me.

Bitch!

I clear my throat and swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes avoiding the girls batting their probably fake eyelashes while deep down I am so much obsessed.

Oh God, let those lashes happened to be fixed, I can't deal with self-esteem right now, I mean look at me? I am standing in some ugly grandma pajama, while everyone's relishing the weather in hot girl bikinis.

"Lilith, can you be nice?" A familiar voice defended me.

My head tilted to the side and found Leigh offering a small smile, but I didn't return because I have instant fury inside of me and it occurs when I'm terrified.

"Of course is she, I must say it's impressive how p**********n enlightens the dumbest," I remarked, with a painful-wide smile.

"I like her." I one of the girls says before the other commented. "She swears in a British accent, cool."

Oh, Give me a break.

I mentally screamed: I am not wishing to impress any of you, idiots.

But physically I flash them a smile and appear pleasant.

That's how suckish jealousy feels like.

When I turn back to Leigh he has a hundred questions in his confused eyes.

"What?" I probed.

"You've changed." He admitted like it wasn't offensive.

Maybe to him, it wasn't but I am offended. He should know I wasn't the only one who had changed, he did too.

Nevertheless, I reply anyway: "Time can be surprising."

He didn't respond. His soft eyes continue to observe mine. It was like we were the only ones in the compound.

There was his delicate scent gradually taking over the surrounding. I could taste it. It's everywhere inside of me.

That my mouth opened, I almost confess why I kissed him last night.

But the moment was ruined, when to my consternation someone steps into his arms right in front of me.

Her hair was sunrise-gold and it flowed over her shoulders, she had a balanced imp-thin body, stomach so slim you would argue she ever eats, and a glassy skin that glows in daylight. Her eyes were rapture-blue and her lips were pouting and when she smiles, her shiny white teeth reveal.

"Is this Ava?" She asked Leigh. Not at all surprised, she possesses a sweet soothing voice.

Of course, someone that pretty would get everything they desire.

My eyes slowly drag to Leigh. Expecting him to deny what I am mentally thinking.

Fear, panic; they were all overwhelming my strength.

He only nod, his gazes drop to the bottle of water in his hand.

No! He can't be dating anyone, is he?

"It is nice to finally meet you, I am Claire. We go to school together." She smiled up at Leigh and continue: "I'm a Political Science finalist." She explained. I only nodded and failed a simple smile.

I think I'm undergoing a heart attack. I needed a seat and a cold shower to cool the boiling sensation in my flesh.

"Uhm... Okay... I have tons of messages in my mail. So I better go check it out." I motion back to the house with trembling hands while I step backward slowly.

"You should join us," Julian calls from the daybed.

"She has some commitments," Claire answered before I can think of something.

And in a messed-up way, I feel grateful because I don't know if I can speak right now.

"We will catch up later." She smiles from Leigh's arm.

***

"I need you to come to rescue me or you will have to bury my young body before the summer ends," I complain to the receiver.

I am laying disquietingly on the floor, my legs up against the bed of my bedroom, my eyes fix at the white ceiling above me while I converse with Evie about how opposite of fun my summer is heading.

I still haven't showered and it's after four in the day. But I have finally made a decision; I will stay locked up in my room through summer.

I mean if princess Aurora survived sixteen years. Six weeks wouldn't kill me. Right?

"I can't believe he showed up." Said Evie.

"And even worst, he showed up with an older girl." She looks quite beautiful, I bet she's his type, she has everything a man needs, her calm voice and generosity made her even prettier.

However, I didn't say that out loud, I can’t exhibit my trepidation.

"You shouldn't have kissed him."

Old news. I am not doing this right now, I'm only seeking a way out of this mess.

"But I did, so now just think of alternatives." I firmly retorted.

I am tired of people telling me what I should've done and should've not.

Of course, I made a mistake kissing Leigh last night but I have no idea he has a tall girlfriend who knows how to smile brilliantly.

"Can you hold on till tomorrow? I will be there around noon." Evie asked.

Honestly, I don't know.

I roll over and straighten to my feet, scampering across the room to the window.

"I don't know if I can survive that long." I peep through the open window, hoping to survey the possibility but Leigh's luminous eyes meet mine once again and I quickly crouched.

As mom would say; oh dear goodness.

Must his eyes be aiming for my direction all the time?

Of course, he wouldn't want to miss my breakdown. Which I shouldn't give him the satisfaction. He brought Claire here to bruise me emotionally. Therefore I deny to lay down and be walked over.

"Ava?" She called, snapping me out of my trance.

"I will try," I promised.

"Okay, Tori is calling, I will accept.”

“Alright.”

“Hello, how's the mountain view.” Tori cheerfully asked when she joins the call.

Without humor, I mutter: “It’s like existing at the tip of erupting volcano.”

“Whoa girl, what's that attitude? Lilith messing with you?” Tori asked.

Evie is quick to respond: “No, she's angered about the party.”

I am currently sitting against the wall, my fingers in my hair, head on my knees.

“But it was fun running from the cops. And drinking without our parents' knowledge.” Tori protested.

“Uhm... I don't know.” I huffed, not knowing my position given that I haven't seen Christian and mom since I woke up.

“Oh my, that's bad.” Tori drawled.

“I haven't met them yet so I don't know where I stand for now, but someone really changed my outfit last night which I am positive is my mom.” I muffled a groan.

I can't believe I passed out last night, after a very serious moment, more worst; I am left anxious about confronting my mom.

Did she know I was drunk?

When Tori is out of inspirational words, she goes for the crazy option: “Stand up to her, what's wrong with drinking at parties? I am certain she drinks too.”

I'd laugh if I wasn't so preoccupied with the people having fun in the backyard.

“Because she's not underage like us, Tori.” Evie lectured.

“Still, we are human. You know? We should campaign for our rights.” Tori insinuates.

“That’s uneducated.”

They continue to argue while Tori calls Evie a mom until I get enough and went on with the major question to the girls who have my back.

“So what’s the plan?” I queried.

“We will meet tomorrow,” Evie announced.

“We are going to the mountain house?” Tori consulted through the receiver.

Evie confirmed “Yes.” And before we know it Tori’s rushing her words: “All alright, bye. I gotta go shopping.”

What?

“Hey?” I called pronto but seems I was late.

Tori has been obsessed with the house ever since she saw photos from last year's party.

“Hello!” Evie did too.

“She hanged up.” I disappointingly said.

“Yup.”