Stepbrother?

Save Me

I am woken by the sound of my alarm beeping non-stop, telling me to get my lazy-arse out of bed. I slowly open my eyes, almost having a heart attack, well not literary. This is not my room. Then I remember where I am, which is a gigantic mansion with a freaking fountain and a boy who I've wanted nothing to do with my whole life. But here I am living with him.

I stand up shocked at how soft the carpet is, although this is coming from someone whose bedroom floor is wooden planks. I take a look around, there's a chandelier, smaller than the one in the entire though, a desk, a door to what I presume is my wardrobe.

"Oh my god." This is not a wardrobe, this is a god damn room. It's the size of my room back at our old house. There are so many heels, that I will never in a million years even think about wearing, then under the heels in a draw there are about twenty different colored branded shoes. Thank god I brought my sneakers because there's no way I'm wearing these fancy-dancy things. Then to my left, there are about a hundred dresses, that ill also never wear, underneath them in a bunch there's a load of shirts styled and pants, jeans, and puffer jackets, you could honestly find anything in there.

After what felt like forever I found some jeans, a normal top, and a hoodie, all were branded. Great. Now everyone will look at me like some rich kid. I guess that's what I am now, a rich spoiled little brat. Honestly dad you could have married anyone else.

"Good morning Princess," I cringe at the site of my now step-mom at the bottom of the stairs, face still caked in a way too much make-up.

"Uh, morning."

"How did you sleep? I see you found the clothes I got picked out for you, I hope there's enough." Is she joking? Enough? Wow, how rich is this lady.

"Yeah, I slept well. The clothes, yes, there's enough. Thank you." She eyes me up and down looking at my hair for a bit too long.

"Um, sweaty, your hair, would you like someone to do it for you?" Can I just disappear, she was annoying before but judging my nine-brush-stroked hair, tied into a ponytail, It's not like she's my Mom.

"No, I'm good. Thank you." Before she could say anymore I shoot back up the stairs, anywhere away from her. Plus the subject on hair, well mom did my hair. Only mom. Now moms gone no one can touch it, and the last person I want to touch it is her.

As I'm walking to the bathroom to do my business I bang into something solid and wet.

"Wow, watch out," I look and see a chest, abs glimmering with water droplets. I look up seeing the devil himself. "Enjoying the view darl?" I push him away and laugh.

"Yeah, right,"

"You were steering and I know exactly what you were thinking, every girl who seen me shirtless thinks it," I'm pretty sure every girl has seen you shirtless, Brandon, whether they wanted to or not.

"I see, and what may that be? That your abs are fake?"

"Nope, that they want to touch me for hours, play with me, sleep with-"

"Okay dude I'm stopping you there cause that's not even close to what I was thinking, and Im just going to walk away from you and your dirty mind." And that's what I do.

I find everyone at the table, everyone except Brandon, take away her and It'd be perfect just me, Dad, and my little brother. I sit down in front of a plate laid out in front of me, I get served a piece of toast and something have no idea what its name is I just know it's super good and super fancy.

Step-Mom and Dad talk about stupid things like the football last night, the wheather and other adult stuff that I have no intrest in.

I'm about halfway through my meal when I see Brandon again. Thankfully this time his top is on. He sees me looking and winks I just roll my eyes going back to my meal.

"Good morning sweetheart," his Mom says to him.

"Morning Mom," he replies graping a pice of toast and eating it standing up get crumbles all other the floor.

"Brandon! You've got to stop doing that!" He rolled his eyes at her.

"Are you going to be home tonight?"

"No, I told you I and your new father are going out, why, you better not be throwing another party, there's a child here now."

"Got it, no parties just a few friends over with drinks." she looks at him. "Fine, no drinks and one friend." She smiles in approval.

About ten minutes later Brandon stands up slinging his bag over his shoulder looking at me.

"Ready?" He says.

"What?"

"You've got to get to school somehow." He's joking, right? Cause there's no way I'm sitting in a car with him and one of his one-week girlfriends.

"How is Marcus getting to school then?" Marcus smiles.

"Mommies dropping me off." Mommy hers her Mommy now. That hurt, shes not his mommy, and will never be.

"So are you ready?" Brandon repeats. I stand up and grabs my bag and nod.

"Just get in the back," he says juming in the driverseat starting the car. A i can this is what are people going to think when they see me get out of the most popular boys car? Am i gonna go from invisable to what everyones talking about, becuse if so, God, save me.