My Stepbrother secret obsession

Eagle Hills

AVA

"Ava?"

Pressing my eyes closed to quell the unrest of my nerves, I curse this coincidence before spinning with the most crooked smile I've ever gathered.

"Lucas." I grinned widely at him. My mouth hurts in the process, so did my heart throbbing in my chest.

He cleaned up in a sleeveless shirt, khaki trousers, and his hair the usual perfect mess it always is.

"Rem called me. I hope it is okay?" He quietly asked.

At least I am not the only nervous one.

"I was being helpful," Rem announces while settling on the counter, two duffel bags the boys had brought along.

Jackson helped him unzipped the supplies, and the contents were matters that could easily make me shit my pants.

I am good with beers, liquors, pizza, the chips but other than that; my confidence can't suffice. I am talking about the drugs, weeds and the white powder; I hope it isn't what my mind is thinking already.

"I will cook this." Taylor offered, heading to the cabinet to find the needed utensils, including a pot he dropped on the stove, so they could be baked in illusions, sedate themselves, stimulate and distort their reality.

Concludingly, I don't think I can risk my safety getting drunk around drugged teenage boys.

Okay, this is where I get off.

"I should go home," I announce.

"Come on; you should stay." Jackson slurred, dragging his feet towards me. I wonder if he is staging the drunken attitude, or he certainly is, which wouldn't come as a surprise since he sells drugs to sponsor his living. I found that out through the rumours that circulate. "We could have a lot of fun. Not much girls but you two are enough." He sickeningly smirked and stopped two feet away from me.

"I am going home. And so is she." I broadcast, jerking my head towards Lisa.

The guys are taking advantage of her crush for Remington to get her high, and god knows what they have in mind.

I might play the bitch of the school for a year, reaped the fame and fondness from every boy and girl there is in my school, but while doing that, I was well aware of the game I was playing, I was conscious of the risks. That's why I had always stayed away from small gatherings like this, a gathering that includes the jerks from the school athletics team.

I don't trust the hills high school jocks. The dirty deeds in their minds had always led to the worst outcomes. Last year the school board and every parent from Summerlin had to unite to invent a strict rule over parties at the emergency conference that was held because of a new boy, Logan Benjamin, who joined for senior year and invited Noah Thomas, a junior, to a party just to gang up with some couple of seniors, who thought Logan is a mentor and abuse the poor junior until he passed out in the basement and was found by two drunk girls later that night.

"Get up." I urged sternly, now scowling at her.

"What is wrong with you?" She rolled her eyes and stubbornly refused to move.

We might not be best of friends, but I wouldn't tolerate these wankers hurting her over her desperation for one of them.

"God, what happened to her?" Taylor's head falls back when he groans, signifying at me since I used to be their definition of fun before the summer break started. I would dance over the highest table in my underwear and kiss everyone or, more precisely, everything I was dared to make out with. "We don't bite." He chuckles while adding ingredients to some sort of soup he is making.