My Stepbrother: Secret Obsession

It's Solo

I had watched my family leave the house some hours ago, and I have given the household a night off. Lying once more; I will be staying at Tori's, but they should know what a teenager would do when they have a house to themselves.

"So we are going to assemble the huge party Summerlin has never seen." 

"I don't like this idea." Evie pouts from my bedroom couch. 

The beats from the ground floor are already throbbing through the walls of the entire building.

Tori is slipping her legs into some black high boots when she tells Evie. "You better do because Marc will be here."  

Marc is another exchange student who joined us last semester. It's obvious Evie has a crush on him.

"I don't care about his presence. Supposing Mr. Boyce calls the school on his way to the Mountain house, what do you think will happen?" 

I purse my lips and pat her shoulder with my hand. "Someone once told me to let myself enjoy my teenage days. I think you deserve the words right now more than I do." It feels like a millennium ago, though. 

So without letting myself feel any emotion, I walked to my wardrobe and applied more perfume under my arms and around the nook of my neck.

"You know I can't stay long, right? My parent has no..."

"I called Jacob. He's gonna tell them you're at my place for the night." Tori, who is studying her reflection in the mirror, interrupted her, and Evie breathed. "Oh dear lord." Arousing laughter from the two of us. 

When Tori and I care less about consequences, Evie is always the 'don't do this, don't do that kind of person just like I used to be. 

We descended the staircase in our high waist shorts and cropped tops, well at least Tori and I since Evie refuses to match; instead, she wore some knee-length gown we've shopped some weeks back.

The house is already a mess, given the fact that the party started two hours ago but we are just making an appearance.

In case you're wondering who's handling everything down here when we weren't there, it's Lisa, my prior enemy who is now my mate. 

"This is a bad idea. You have your lamps destroyed." Evie stuttered to the scene before us. 

"Christian will probably renovate the house before mom returns," I assured. And I am sure that's what he would do. The house has been refurbished for the third time since their marriage. So why wouldn't he do it again? 

"He really would do that?" Both girls ask as I receive gracious compliments from my guests. 

"Supposing he doesn't, mom will s**t a brick when she sees the image of her house after this party," I smirk and make my way to the main deals of the party. I meant the alcohol, in case you don't know. 

"Isn't that your parent photo albums?" Tori exclaimed while I served myself something strong.

"Sweet cheese, your parent's bedroom is open." Evie begins to panic. "We are so dead. This time we aren't only going to jail, we are going straight to hell." 

"I thought you said you locked it?" Tori countered.

The f**k I care.

"I did?" I take a swig of my drink and curl my lip up at her before lazily adding. "Oh no, please tell me Lisa hasn't worn my mom's bra as promised."

The two girls shoot me a confounded glare, and Tori direct my head to my right. "Look."

And so I acknowledged; the girl sure has balls, though.

"Your momma has a great taste," Lisa says from the hallway in my mother's lace bra. 

I lift my middle finger at her and yell: "f**k you, Lisa." Gaining a wink from her.

I sit the plastic cup on the table and let my eyes wander around the party animals in my house. "I wanna dance. Where is Lucas?" I shout over the music. 

"Go, girl." Tori pats my arm while our little party pooper mocked me: "You sure? The last time you were calling him a toad." 

"Take some tequila, Evie and quit mothering us. I can handle any bad." I guaranty her when I spot the tall blonde dude, cheetah's captain, and star quarterback. "Hey, I am just looking for you," I said immediately he stopped right before me. 

"Oh, me too pretty." Lucas smiles and holds out his hand. "Wanna dance?" He offers.

"Like you just read my mind."

"That's my superpower, pretty." He leads me into the living area that now looks like something else. 

"Really?" I purred in his ear, and he nodded.

Solo by Clean Bandit ft Demi Lovato is playing in the background when Lucas pulls me into his chest before twirling me around.

I get lost in the music gear fluttering through every cell in my body. 

Our body follows the beat of the song just like the other partiers. We move together with the music flowing through the room like nothing else exists in the world. 

My hips swirl around the front side of his cargo trouser. I can feel the tension I'm creating; I just don't care to control myself. I bring my hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me while I dance along with him behind me. 

'Every single night I lose it

I can't even hear the music without you (it solo, solo, everybody)

Ah, yeah, yeah

Try to stop myself from calling

But I really wanna know if you're with someone new (it solo, solo, everybody)

Since you've been gone

I've been dancing on my own

There are boys up in my zone

But they can't turn me on

'Cause baby you're the only one I'm coming for

I can't take no more, no more, no more

I wanna f-woop woop woop but I'm broken hearted

Cr-cr-cry but I like to party

T-t-touch but I got nobody

Here on my own

I wanna f-woop woop woop but I'm broken hearted

Cr-cr-cry since the day we parted

T-t-touch but I got nobody

So I do it solo.'

Lucas's hands grasped my waist, and the other came to my nape just when there were sirens outside my home, and then the front door abruptly swung open.

"s**t, the poopers." Lucas curses. He quickly leaves a departing kiss on my lips and escapes through the window, just like the rest of my guests are struggling for an exit. 

Cops are barging through the front door, so everyone followed through some other alternatives. While as the owner of the house, I take responsibility and confront the poopers.

"What?" I asked officer Ken. 

"I need to speak with Mr. Boyce."

"Isn't it clear he's not here?" I wave around the messed surrounding and shrug. "I'm in charge now."

"How old are you?" He sarcastically asked.

"Does it really matter?"

"She's twenty-two, officer." Tori snorts from the foyer. 

My eyes flew to the two girls standing by the door. They're the last partiers remaining, they are my ride or die, but I shouldn't put them into another trouble, and so I reply: "I appreciate it, Tori, but you gotta take Evie out of here." 

They both nod and instead run between some officers and back into the living room before jumping out through the window. 

That's something you do when you consume something strong for your age. It makes you do stupid things without having any idea of the show you are putting on. 

"Look, I will have to get you to the station until an adult come to get you. You're too little to be on your own." Officer Ken flashed me an apologetic smile, and I watched him with my mouth agape. 

"But I am legally old enough." I mewled. 

"Nice try. Let's go." 

Officer Ken is Christian's acquaintance. He's familiar with this family and knows how much trouble I can be. He had to help the last time I was thrown to jail along with the girls because of some stupid amusement park trespassing. 

"I am not going to the station. I can take care of myself." I defiantly refuse, pressing my lips into a hard line. 

What could he possibly do? Punish me in my home?

"Turn off the song." Officer Ken commanded his men and brought back his focus on me. "Hey, little Miss, you shouldn't be stubborn. You have to come with me. It is not an arrest. We just need to deliver you to your guardian."

What the f**k? Do I look like a juvenile?

Just when I am about to respond, I cease functioning. 

And then there is this voice, these words, and the familiar figure; it brought my heart to an abrupt stop, and in an instant, my blood runs cold.

"Sorry about the inconvenience officer, I'm Leigh Boyce." 

"Hey man, you're in town? Welcome home."

"Thank you, Officer. Hmm, I'm here to get her to the mountain." 

Have you ever attended a funeral of a beloved one, and when you returned home, you found that person sitting on your couch, alive and breathing? Well, I know that isn't possible. But you envision the situation, assume you're living it; I'm sure you can understand the shock and the remaining emotions surging through.   

"Please do, we have a noise complaint from the neighbors, and I thought we should come and check around. I have no idea Christian and the family are on holiday." 

I'm sure I'm as white as anyone who has seen a ghost. But who cares? He's not even looking at me.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Is okay, have a great summer. And please help us turn off the song. Those appliances can be confusing."

He really is here. I am not seeing things. I am not going insane. 

"Sure, man."

I'm frozen in place since he walked in; I can only breathe. In just a little moment, I've lost my voice, my shield, and everything I thought I had built. 

I know I've avoided mentioning him, but since he is right here and I have no idea how to start, then I will brief you about last year; the thing was, after the pool party at the mountain house last year, Lilith and I returned to the city the next day, but Leigh didn't. Instead, he left for New Jersey, and since then forth he hasn't called to reach me. I've been a mess inside my walls. I broke down every shower I had to take, for that's the only place I could bring my tears. I made up this person that I am to prevent anyone from seeing through me.

I don't know why he stayed away, but it even hurts further knowing he had left and didn't even care to reach out when he was always on the phone with his sister and father. Leigh had missed our parent marriage, and I still don't understand how that's okay with Christian. 

And so right now, when he came into view, he has avoided my direction, yet he continues to avoid me when the officers left the two of us in the enormous house we both should call home. 

Without any reaction, he wordlessly saunters across the room to the music equipment and turns it down. Then I could hear my heartbeat throbbing in my chest.

There is a deafening silence for some minutes. He hasn't turned around to face me. I also didn't take any step to confront him.

I couldn't see his face; he didn't let me. 

His head incline, both hands in his jean trouser pockets, his shoulders rises and fall, indicating his respiration. 

It's been a year since I saw him, since I heard him speak. He's changed a lot. He seems broader, older, and most confusing; he seems different. 

It's been a year since we parted, but I am still hurting every single second since then, but who am I to grief freely? What we had was a secret. We had a hidden relationship that we knew would never be approved.

So instead to express my anguish to our family or any other, including Evie, who knew about my complicated past, I fake a smile and mask my pain with this new b***h I have no idea of. 

All I know is I miss him more than anything in this world; I know that when the scent that makes my entire organs fail to operate takes over my sense, they remind me of those green eyes that dances spring in winter and his smile that only heaven could make.

Then he talked, but they were not what I expected after everything; he gave me the words that left me even more wounded. "Your mother called your school. You have no summer classes. Go change. I'm waiting outside." He sternly commands and swaggers out of the door, refusing to give me a glimpse of himself. Rather he gave me a hint of what our relationship has now become—step siblings.