My Stepbrother secret obsession

Phish Food

AVA

You follow the right direction when your vision and thinking is realistic. You can't tell that about me.
In what world do you live in a house where both your step-siblings have feelings for you? Apparently, my dysfunctional one.

My foot considered following the right direction. I don't understand how I find myself weaving my way through hordes of people that aren't my family; admittedly, my head was preoccupied with the burden of a nightmare that I was drowning into.

Everything was triple times louder than the city should be. I amble in the wrong directions no matter how much hard my brain tries to catch up with memories of the times I've been around here; I just seem lost like a left-behind tourist, bumping into people sometimes, stopping in the middle of places I cannot recognise so I could catch my extremely inactive breathing.

I was sweating, sort of dizzy, while around the social environment. Lots of vehicles and different weird faces skidding around me with no perception of my world falling apart.

"Ava Lancelot?" Someone called.

Boisterous voice, enthusiasm dripping from it, but I just take it as another retribution to mess with my head.

My hands pressed hard against my ears to block everything out of my head.

"Ava? Are you okay?"

This time the voice was much familiar, crammed with concern, and two seconds later, there were hands over my both shoulders.

Tilting to my left, I studied the faces of my classmates.

Lisa's fingers were waving erratically in my face.

"Seriously, are you okay?" She frowns worriedly.

Mentally, I intend to nod, but I don't know if it worked physically as my mind inclined to or was I froze in my stance as though I had just experienced a shock.

"Come, let's get her in the car." Said a male voice before I felt myself moving.

I will go with the latter. I surely am frozen.

Until I was in the vehicle did I recognise the expensive cologne of Rem's possessions; I know that because I've hung out with the boy a couple of times, occasionally with our group of classmates and once, in his closet to make out at a party for a ping pong daring game or something like that.

I would never kiss that guy willing.

Remington is Lisa's dream jock boyfriend, who happens to have zero feelings for her. Even after admitting everything she feels for him, he blatantly laugh it off with his teammates at training and throw in her face how much she has nothing interesting that he hasn't seen. It makes me wonder how she is always clinging to him even after the rejection, but I wouldn't be surprised; some girls will take any sort of humiliation for the last-minute goal. Which is having a star football or is it, soccer player? For a boyfriend in senior year.

While the car was moving and the sun was slumping behind the horizon, my head was leaning against the window, staring at the universe outside this small space. It was beautiful, and everything that came different from my own life.

I try to push back everything that wrapped in a ball and made my life dreary, but they just keep coming-occupying what is left of me.

The music playing in the car was soft and matched my emotions, it made me want to start crying, and that is something I don't have a plan for, ever, while crammed in a backseat of a sporty car of my schoolmate. So I was more than grateful when the car stopped moving, and Rem informed me we were in his location.