Stepbrother

Chapter 58

Jeremy pulled on a pair of jeans and jogged down the stairs. I got up and pulled on a shirt and some pants. I stopped at the top of the stairs, watching Jeremy go into the kitchen. I ran down the stairs and looked in.

Jeremy was dry heaving in the corner. Jeff had my mom on the kitchen table. I don't even want to describe where his hands- or her hands- were.

I choked and grabbed Jeremy by his pants, pulling him back toward the stairs.

"Ew, ew, ew," Jeremy said, running up the stairs.

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"School. Is. Dumb," Neil mumbled.

"True." Jeremy sighed. Alex gave Jeremy a dirty look from across the gym floor.

"Yo, McKinnon!" someone yelled. Jeremy looked up. "I was talking about the chick," James growled. Jeremy looked away. I met James's eye for a second. "Who started the fucking rumor?"

"What?" I whispered.

"WHO STARTED THE RUMOR, BITCH?" he yelled in my face. Jeremy grabbed my hand.

"Wh-what rumor?" I asked.

"The one where I fucked you. I wouldn't fuck your ugly ass. You're a McKinnon," he spat. I dug my fingernails into Jeremy's hand.

"I don't know," I whispered.

"You better figure it the fuck out," James said, walking off. I looked up at Jeremy.

"It had to be Alex," Jeremy sighed. I nodded slightly.

"What a bitch," Neil mumbled.

-

"Hey," Josh said, hitting me on the head softly as he walked by me to his seat.

"Hi," I mumbled, quickly doing the math problems on the board.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"Is it Alex?" he asked. I looked up.

"I'm fine... but, yeah, Alex is being a dick." I sighed.

"Yeah. He's just that way sometimes."

"I have a feeling James is going to try to beat me up because Alex spread the rumor," I said.

"Why would James beat you up?"

"I don't know," I sighed.

-

"JEREMY!" I yelled, jumping on top of him.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jeremy screamed, catching me in his arms.

"Jeremy!" I shrieked excitedly.

"What?" he asked, sounding annoyed that I'd woken him up this late.

"I'm not pregnant!" I yelled.

"Oh, thank Jesus," he breathed. "Not that I wouldn't want you to have my child.."

"We're only sixteen," I said.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Wait.. you're fifteen."

"Yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"Can I go back to sleep now?" he asked.

"Yes.." I smirked. He mumbled something. "What?" I asked.

"Don't bleed on me," he said louder. I hit him on the head. "Ow," he groaned.

"Shut up!" I sighed, rolling off of him.