Bully stepbrother

4. Kind person

Breathlessly, I unlocked the door to my apartment. I scampered through, seething with anger and ready to explode. It had taken me quite some time to ride back to Oxford Avenue, and by now, I was sweating as if I had climbed a mountain.

"Caden?" I called out.

"Caden, I swear to God I will kill you if you..." I pushed open my bedroom door, only to find the room empty.

What? I began checking every door in our apartment. From Caden's room, which was still jammed, to the laundry room, which was empty and in disarray. Actually, the whole house was disorganized, including my bedroom. I had to push my frustration aside since Caden knew how bothered I got in messy places, yet he seemed to have purposefully scattered things everywhere to annoy me. I mean, why would someone keep an extra car tire, a collection of compact discs, and a mop on a coffee table? And a punching bag on our island? It was clearly meant to disgust me.

As everything started to click, I comprehended what had happened in the last hour. Caden had succeeded in getting me kicked out of my class on my first day of college, then made sure I came home so I wouldn't make it to the next class on time. Wow! He's really good at manipulating me.

Frustrated and with a sore head from hitting it multiple times, I left the apartment with the intention of riding back to campus. But then an idea struck me. Of course, I needed to unlock that asshole's door, or I would be stuck in hell for another night.

Sighing at my failed attempt, I turned back into the apartment and made my way to my bedroom window, where I began wall-crawling toward Caden's window.

I should consider myself lucky that the street was quiet, given it was Monday and most people were either at school or work.

The last thing I needed was to get caught and reported to the police. I could already imagine Caden's face when he comes to bail me out of jail, realizing my reputation would be ruined. That is, if he even cared enough and didn't decide to tell the police he had no idea who I was.

Suddenly, I heard a cough from below, which startled me and almost caused me to lose my balance.

"What the fuck?" I hissed, hitting my forehead on the wall as I regained my composure.

"You do realize this is illegal, right? Should I be concerned about you sneaking into my apartment?" And there he was, the underground asshole.

"You do know that peeping and not minding your own business is illegal, right?" I fired back.

"Okay, let's see what the police will say about both of us. Molly, get me my phone," he said a little louder to someone inside his apartment.

Swallowing my annoyance, I gave up. He had no idea what getting reported would mean for me. I couldn't bear the thought of having a police record. It was one of my biggest fears when it came to public matters.

Why did my day have to turn out this way? I hate you, Caden.

"Look, this is my brother's bedroom, and his door is jammed. I'm trying to help, like the kind person that I am," I said, straining to hold my position.

"So you came back from school to undo what you had done?" Accusation was evident in his tone.

God, give me the strength to deal with this guy.

"Let me guess. Do you stay by your window, supervising every move in the neighborhood?" He's such a creep.

"You think the worst of people that easily?" he retorted.

"Whatever, I have things to do. If you let me be, I'd appreciate it." I looked down and forced a tight smile at him. He was shirtless, and his red hair was disheveled. If I'm being completely honest, he wasn't that bad-looking. It was just his attitude that was a shame for someone with such a perfect appearance. But then again, I live with an even worse nightmare.