Allie Stevens has a long history of stealing her brother's girlfriends for sport. But when her brother's new boo shows no interest in her whatsoever, Allie makes it her lifes mission to win her over.
Started: 5/31/21
Apparently James's "BooBear" is going to be here soon, so I go downstairs to talk some sense into the sucker. It was in that moment that I saw the most horrific thing in my life.
"James."
"Allie?!" Does he really not know?
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
"I could say the same about you. What do you call that 'I don't wanna be here' chic?" Oops, caught in 4k.
"Yeah actually. Care to fill me in on your little ensemble?" This mf was wearing a BRIGHT BABY BLUE CAT SHIRT. Tell me you have daddy issues without telling me you have daddy issues.
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"I'm wearing what I feel most confident in. There's nothing hotter than being yourself." I don't know if should be alarmed by the fact that a dopey ass kitten is "being yourself" but you do you, James.
"So where's the fresh meat." I thought about licking my lips when I said that but opted out. James scoffed. Seriously what is up with his scoffing?
"She got held up but should be here in about 15 minutes." Honestly, I just wanna get this over with so I can decide which Taylor Swift song I'm gonna play as I'm fighting that twat from PE.
"Alright i'll just wait on the couch." I walked over to sit down but was rudely blocked by my brother. "Or not?"
"You are gonna march your butt back upstairs and look presentable. She probably doesn't want her dinner with a side of grumpy gay hobo" he said snappish.
"Jeez okay, got it." I turn, "march my butt back upstairs", and start getting ready. James wants presentable? I'll show him presentable. After a few minutes the fit is ready. I settled on a black short sleeved turtle neck, striped pants, and white AF1's with some gold chains. "I really make it look easy." I head back downstairs and apparently just in time. The doorbell rings.
"Honey, go get the door." I'm not sure if that was James or my mom but I listen anyways.
"All this free labor for what." I open the door and I see the nightmare from gym looking back at me. For a split second her face almost looked shocked but it was fleeting. "Ugh I can't escape you." It's true, I can't. I hate her. There is not a soul behind those eyes. She has very pretty dark blue eyes. They seem to be glistening. Maybe she is alive?
"By the looks of it you don't want to." That comment forced me to break her intense eye contact and admire what she's wearing. A red dress with a high slit. It's not very noticeable which means the dress could pass as modest if you weren't really looking. I feel like that speaks volumes about her. She paired her form-fitting dress with flats. Safe choice. But why? Her hair is straightened. It's jet black. Like her soul. She cleans up nice... not my type though.
"Are you gonna let me in?" She has been here for five minutes and is already snapping at me.
"Of course, your royal highness. Right this way." I make an overdramatisized bowing gesture. She looks like she might smile. Or twitch? She is the most confusing person I've ever tried to read. I just realized why she's here. "Hold up, YOU'RE dating MY brother? Why?" She just glares at me. At least now I know her eyes do more than blink. I smirk then start speaking again,
"Hmm seeing as i'm not currently pinned against any walls right now, i'm assuming you're also on your best behavior." To my surprise her face changes. I can't tell if it's amusement or fear. Either option excites me. She walks until we meet up with the rest of my family. Her face immediately goes back to the original emptiness. I have a good feeling she'll stay that way until she lets her guard down again.
"Boobear? I love your dress! Super modest." She greets my brother with a peck on the cheek. Of course he would be the person that sees it as modest.
"I was thinking it was more of a bold dress. It shows you really have to look at it. It looks good." Instead of being happy about someone understanding, her tone was one of anger.
"What does that even mean?" She basically barked at me. Rather than getting mad over her reaction, I thought it was pretty amusing. Seeing her in a tizzy that no one but her and I can pick up on is a total power move in itself.
"I couldn't have said it better, boobear." Thankfully my mom and dad came in and put a stop to the straights,
"Alright kids who's ready to roll?"
James has the bright idea to let "ladies first" into the backseat. Meaning I have to sit by ~her~ for the 20 minute ride to the restaurant.
As soon as we get in the car James steals the aux cord and BLASTS Katy Perry at ear shattering volumes. It may be annoying but it does mean no one can hear. Perfect time to start a conversation.
"So your name's Skylar? I feel like Satan would suit you better." We are pretty smooshed together so I know she can hear me over this terrible music.
She shrugs,"I have a feeling you think about things to call me all the time." Oh wow. That caught me off guard. How does she keep such a straight face saying that?
Once I have the ability to speak again I move a little closer, "I wouldn't have pegged you as a fruitloop." I can see how frustrated she gets when I talk to her.
"I'm saying whatever it takes to shut you up." Her lifeless expression never falters.
"What makes you so sure you can shut me up." She shows a barely visible smirk then clenches my thigh. I gasp. Obviously. Without even turning her head she says,
"You get all hot-n-bothered when I talk. Simply touching you makes you dizzy, am I right?"
"Nope, not even close" I say lightheaded. She removes her hand slowly. Why don't I hate that she put it there? "So does this mean you don't hate me?" I say in an attempt to cut the tension.
"No." She said it like she's practiced multiple times before hand. I let out a chuckle. I love to hate her. I'll prove how much she knows when she becomes obsessed like every other girl. Practically begging.
We arrive at the restaurant. It's really fancy. I look at skylar when I say, "I wonder how fancy the girls bathroom is." Her face remained motionless but I could tell by the look in her eyes, that she knew exactly what I was suggesting. _____________________________________________
So I always see other writers putting little comments n stuff and the end of the story but idk if I should do that considering idk what to say. Anyways thanks for reading, love y'all <3
