Seduced Fall ✔️

4. The crazy family

Clara Carter

*Beep*

My head snaps and my eyes narrow on Christopher's phone for the zillionth time in the last ten minutes. I fail at reading the text he just received. He smiles as he reads the text and returns it to the dinner table. I lock my gaze on him and his phone. Who is he texting?

It's a freaking Sunday, and I've gotten up early for him, sacrificing my sleep. I figured we'd be able to spend some quality time together when our parents aren't home to annoy us, but here we are, eating breakfast in complete silence, excluding the phone notification and his laughs.

Christopher Carter, my 4-years-elder-than-me brother. Unlike me, the true heir of our family who has kept the scholar gene. Maybe. Every year at the University of Chicago, he studied Business Management and received good grades. And now he's working his ass off till he gets a call from one of the multinational enterprises where he applied for a job. Not to mention, unlike me, disciplined as fuck.

Our appearances are so different that no one would guess we're siblings. He is a carbon copy of our dad -- faint blue eyes, ash brown long hair, and build posture. As for me, I've mom's features in me. Although I think I look like myself.

*Beep*

As he reads the text, his eyes sparkle with amusement, and he types something back while sipping his fruit juice. Since I came down from my room for breakfast, this idiot has only said, 'Morning, sunshine.'

He ain't gonna stop. I need to do something.

I take a slow sip from my glass, making an awful sound that even I dislike.

Hearing that sound, he stares at me with disgust and returns his gaze to the phone. Oh, this works! I make the same hideous sound, but this time it's much more awful.

"Ugh, Clara stop with that sound. It's disgusting!" He snarls at me and turns off the phone screen. Thank you, God!

"All right, I'll stop," I exclaim as I set the glass back on the table. "Talk to me." I grin as I cross my arms over my chest. I just want to bond with him and spend time with him that we haven't had in years. It's only been a week since he returned from Chicago, but his mind seemed to have stuck there.

He laughs and leans forward as if he's about to say something funny that will make me laugh as well. That's what he does when I'm about to erupt in rage and declare war on him. He pauses for a moment, most likely considering a joke to tell me.

So, I lean forward, elbows on the table, ready to pretend a laugh at his next not-so-funny joke. He opens his mouth to say something, but...

*Beep*

"Damn that phone!" I bang my hands on the table loudly. "Who the hell is that?" With a murderous gaze, I ask.

"It's... It's no one," Liar! I snatch the phone from him and rush behind the couch before he can see the latest text. I try to unlock his phone's screen lock, but it doesn't work.

He chases me along and comes to a halt on the other side of the couch, panting. I retype the password, but it is still incorrect.

"Did you change the password?" I gasp, tightening my grasp on his phone.

We always know each other's passwords. It was a rule we made when we both got our personal mobile phones.

He has access to everything on my phone, including all of my boyfriends' chats, images of me wearing short outfits that our parents were unaware of, and photos of me smoking smoke rings.