My Stepbrother

chapter 14 - Heights? hell to the no

Chapter 14 - heights? hell-to-the-no.

// ONLY EDITED ONCE \\

As much as I'd like to say that I was wishing that Drake gave me the silent treatment again. I can't. Why not?Because I'm freaking happy he's not! Okay, maybe not the reaction I'd expected from myself. But oh well. This is all cliché, after all.

You know something about clichés', though? There's always a catch. Tension.

Nope. Not a kinky tension. Romantic tension. Or sexual tension. It's an awkward tension. Like all cliché rides, awkwardness never fails to climb on board. So, of course there's an awkward tension.

Every time Drake and I see each other, we always awkwardly look away. It's pretty normal to see soon-to-be siblings play with each other in a pool, but for us. Nuh-uh. It's beyond difficult and tension building.

The Hunger Games are literally a fight to the death in which of the 12 districts send in 2 tributes, one male and one female. Being entered into the game means either fortune and fame or unavoidable death. Katniss Everdeen turns out to be the female tribute and Peeta Mellark is the male tribute from district 12.

I read, my eyes directed to the screen. I was searching up the description for The Hunger Games book. So far so good. I was thinking of getting the book. I already saw the movie but I literally have nothing to read. All my books are already read and I forgot to get new ones from the library back home. I just want to read for-

"Oh hell nah!" A loud voice yelled beside my ear, causing me to screech and scoot away from the spot of the bed where the voice came from.

"Drake, shoot! You scared the crap outta me!" I screamed, clenching my chest. Oh my god! "What the heck are you doing in my room?!" I screamed, still slightly panting.

"Oh, stop being overly dramatic. Cry baby." He rolled his eyes, receiving a glare. "And to answer your question: Dad and Rosie went off to a date and I'm bored." He perched himself down on my bed, hands behind his head (Ew, armpit hair). "Let's go somewhere. It's a hot afternoon; we can't stay in here all day. Plus-CAN YOU STOP LOOKING AT MY ARMPIT!"

I clear my throat and look away, Blushing.

"You look adorable can you blush, Rossy," He smirks as the heat in my face gets brighter.

"You don't have to stay here. No one is forcing you. I'm going to stay here," I say as I force the blush off my face and ignore his comment.

"Your not going to stay here and read," He made a disgusted face. "A book."

"Uh-uh! You did not jut direct that face towards books! I'll have you know, books help the brain form faster than any words a teacher says!" I sassed. "Take it back!" I screamed at him.

I totally made that up.

"I'm not going to take it back," His smirk widen.

"TAKE IT BACK!"

"Nope." He bolted out of the door. Are we seriously doing this over a book?

Oh shoot, I didn't just say that ... Oh god. I'm losing my book religion - or should I say book virginity. Nope.

I bolted out the door behind him. I am not - And I do mean it - going anywhere. And he is not, ever, going to make fun of books again.

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"No, no, no, no!" I screamed as I tried to get out of his grip. "Somebody help me! RAPE, RAPE!" I kept on screaming but none of these motherfuckers cared enough to help me, just stared.

Okay. I don't curse that much. But I am not going on that plane!

"Is nobody going to help me?! I'm screaming 'RAPE'!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as they all watched Drake practically drag me towards the change room. They were whispering and smiling at us. Frigging seriously!!

I saw Drake open the door for the changing room and immediately panicked. "RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!" I screamed, but the last thing I hear before the door gulped me and Drake inside, was an old couple mumbling to each other. Oddly, I didn't cringe at what the old lady said. The comment swirled my mind but it all swirled away the way it came from once I realized I was already inside the room. NOOOO.

"Reminds me of us when we were younger, Harold. So in love and not even knowing it. I wish them both good luck."

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"I have a fear of heights," I finally said. I expected Drake to look at me wide-eyed. Or tell the pilot to stop the plane which was already on and rolling off grounds. Oh my. But all he did was smirk at me.

"Oh, I know," He said casually as he stared out of the plane. Something I can't really bring myself to do because I'll probably throw up all over the plane. "Your mom told me."

"What!" I gasped. "And you brought me here! To do this! Are you trying to murder me!"

I can't believe him, I can die by just looking out of the plane's window! I just wanted to read a book, Why couldn't he just let me?!

"No, silly." He rolled his eyes.

"Then why?!" I screamed, my breathing picking up.

He was about to answer when the pilot announced we were almost at our point stop so we had to get ready. This news is not helping!

"Drake, I CAN'T skydive!" I panted loudly. "I'm not ready for this!"

Drake gave me a small smile. A real one. And put his hand over mine. That somehow made me calm down. "It'll be alright. I'll be with you." He assured.

Drake pulled me up and buttoned and strapper me to him. When everything was completed Drake walked us to the edge of the plane. The breeze hit my face and my hair. My heart was in my stomach but all I felt warmth as Drake wrapped his arm around me. I don't know if that's necessary whilst doing this skydiving thing (Drake's the one with a skydiving ID, not me) but I'm not complaining either way.

"Ready, Rossy?" He screamed through the breeze. I took a deep breath and nodded. My breath hitched as I saw the bottom.

For two reasons. 1) I'm scared as fuck. 2) the view is frigging amazing!

We jumped. All that filled my ears was my screaming and the parading air.

"This is amazing!" I yelled when I stopped screaming and Drake pulled the string, making the parachute pop out.

"I know right!" He yelled back. We waited till we hit the ground. But while we waited, we enjoyed the view.

"I think I caught a bug in my mouth," Drake mumbles next to my ear, ruining the moment, but making me laugh.

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This chapter is dedicated to @the_wild_girl

Vote if you watched/read and liked The Hunger Games. I LOVED it, to be completely honest.