My Stepbrother secret obsession

High class bitch of the generation

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College; a pathway to advancement, personal growth, and economic stability. An opportunity to learn, socialize and grow professionally.

My whole life I had been preparing for it.

Football; teaches respect, endurance, persistence, and patience.

Also, my whole life I've trained all day long for it.

Football had cleared my way to college but that's where the problem is. Throughout the year I had played the star quarterback in Princeton, and won the Ivy championship cup, but yet I realized I had failed the rules of the game.

Endurance, persistence, and patience, I failed those simple regulations the moment I stepped into that house that I thought was home when my dad bought it.

All I wanted was to have a normal six weeks as dad had asked for.

If not because football has taught me respect, obedience, and acceptance I wouldn't bring myself to this town. But growing up, my father had always reminded me of those three laws of football, he had made it clear how much I could get rejected by the ivy schools if I fail those three laws.

Respect, obedience, and acceptance. He said.

I must say, those helped me through my early teenage years, it bestowed upon me patience and I didn't have to struggle with the changes of adolescence.

Until she came. Until she took my heart just so she could crush it at the end.

Football had always been my comfort, it had been my punching bag, and it had never pushed me away like most of the girls in my life had done. But still, while playing the league I had been devastated. It was a miracle I maintained my GPA.

Ava; she's my stepsister, the girl who I gave everything, the only one I trusted, and also the only one who had my heart in her hands; so she chooses to squeeze every tiny bit of sensitivity in me until I'm completely dry.

At least that's what I thought through the past years until I stepped into my home back in Las Vegas.

It was the actual point where I discovered I hadn't acquired endurance, persistence, and patience.

The sirens were everywhere, and so are the cops and teenagers running around the compound.

Through the blue and red lights twinkling around the house from the cop's vehicles, I spotted sobered and drunken kids running for either their rides or their friends.

Fun; It is what teenagers call it. For me it was ignorance.

'To achieve and become successful, you have to be smart and civil.' Dad had said.

Civil? I also lost that since after walking into that house where I couldn't make eye contact with Ava.

How will she approach me? It was my biggest fear. It was why I put down my persistence over what I really wanted and refused myself the need to hear her voice, and confront her in person. It was why I left Las Vegas early before the school year began and claimed to remain devoted to academic concepts that I skipped the past holidays through my freshmen year.

But dad, the man I can never say no to, demanded my presence this summer. After all, he understood and gave me the time I needed all through the excuses I gave just so to avoid coming home.

So here I am serving another of his duties. He had called earlier and mandated me to stop by our Summerlin building before heading for the mountain house where almost the whole family is.

He had requested two things, first, Susan's car since I wasn't driving from the airport. I left my Bugatti under the care of Noah, a friend back in school. And second, my stepsister who lied about summer lessons when there were none.