Stepbrother?

No Party's, Remember?

   "Mmm, you're so hot...Braden, isn't it?" A blonde girl says after what felt like forever of them making out in the front seats of Brandon's car.

   "Brandon, actually." He corrected her, going to kiss her again.

   "Whatever I'm calling you Braden."

   Can this girl just leave? Can they both leave? Or Brandon could take lips off a girl who doesn't even know his name and drive me to school.

   "Can we just driveee, oh my god, we're going to be late," Brandon looks at me smirking.

   "What? Ya jealous?" I almost burst out in laughter.

   "You wish." Now the girl looks back at me.

   "Who even is she?" Brandon looks at her, then at me winking.

   "She lives with me now, she couldn't get enough of me so she got her Dad to marry my Mom. Now she can't go a second without steering at me." The girl just laughs at this and looks out the window.

   "Loser." I roll my eyes at her, putting my headphones in my ears.

   "Never in a million years would I steer at you buddy."

   We finally made it to school. As soon as I got out of the car everyone was steering and whispering. 

   "Oh my God, hey bestie." Veronica, aka the third most popular girl in the school.

   "Bestie?" I ask, confused out of my mind.

   "Yes, silly, Bestie." 

  "We've never spoken before so un..."

  "Are we not talking now?" 

  "The thing is I've kinda got class now...so-"

  "Is it true you Olivia and Brandon are all in a relationship?!" A girl says running up to me. Olivia must be the girl Brandon was just kissing. 

   "What? No, what? oh my god, heck no."

  "Then how come you were in Brandon's car with him? We thought you guys were a thing until Olivia got out to now we are hella confused. What's the stitch?" I look around, half the school is surrounding me now, eyes eager. You would have thought they would have better things to do with their lives.

    "Um, I don't-" I am grabbed by a muscular arm. I look up and who is it? Yup, Brandon. "Hey! Let go of me!" I shout at him, he ignores me pulling me into an empty classroom. 

   "They were ganging up on you, you looked anxious, and...um, as your brother I need to protect you."

   "Well, I did fine up until now without a six-fool-asshole looking out for me, so I think I'll be okay from now on, thank you very much." And with that, I walk out. 

   I couldn't be happier getting back to what is now my house. Thank god it's a Friday I can sit on my bed and watch Netflix. I open my door and collapse onto my bed, opening my laptop and starting an episode of "Never Have I Ever".

   "NO, THIS CAN'T BE THE END! I NEED MORE," I look at the clock, it's been four hours and thirty minutes. Without another season to watch I decide it's best to write some more on that essay. I go to Google Docs, but am stopped by the noise of yelling downstairs. Me being nosy I decide to get up and check.

   I step out my room and am faced with two teenagers in the middle of a makeout session, right outside me door, I make a through up face, ew.