Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

4. Familiar

I look out the car window, passing the trees as we drive down an all too familiar road. It's strange being back home. It felt good being a way from all of it for a while. I felt a sense of normalcy I haven't felt in so long. Now I'm back to all of this. The immense pressure that Elle, Timothée, and I feel being Tom and Amara's children. I can't stand who I was before I left. There's something inside me.Something dark and broken, and I don't think I can hide it underneath cheer uniforms and expensive clothes anymore.

"What's on your mind M?" Timothée questions with one hand on the steering wheel, snapping me out of thought.

"What?, Nothing- I'm fine" I flash a reassuring smile his way. He doesn't look too reassured, and his eyes droop with concern as he looks back at the road.

Timothée insisted he drove us to school today, even though my best friend Jessica wanted to pick me up. He absolutely wouldn't take no for an answer and practically had a tantrum at the thought. He is so dominating when it comes to me, and as much as I love it and would crave it if he ever took it away, at times..it's overwhelming.

His neediness for me is so big that sometimes in it's presence, I crumble and feel minuscule.

"Mia, Angel..Talk to me please." He says and I feel his hand his hand grip my thigh while squeezing it slightly. "You can't keep things from me, I know you better than I know myself. I know when something is up." Timothée looks my way, prying for an answer. I let out a long sigh before unraveling all my thoughts.

"I'm not who I use to be anymore Timothée. A lot has changed since last year. I don't know how to deal with the weight of it all, and on top of it we have to hide everything between well..us."Timothée can tell by the speed of my sentence that I'm anxious.

"Listen, it's always gonna be you and me." He says while looking at me and he takes his hand off my thigh, then interlaces his fingers with mine, before paying his attention back to to the road. "and if It get's too much at any point we can always ditch." he says with a chuckle. I laugh playfully bumping my head on his shoulder.

Timothée pulls up to our high school and parks all the way to the back of the parking lot. What a nightmare. Now him and I have to hide how completely wild we are about each other all day.

That sounds like hell.

We approach the brown and white building. Even the exterior of our school is pretentious.Everything is so big, making everyone feel so insignificant. There's statues  everywhere that have no real meaning and shallow rich people in every corner.

The wave of profuse anxiety hits me when Timothée finally parks. I try to catch my breath,but  I feel extremely light headed. This is the first time that I'm stepping foot at this school since Timothée and I really became something way bigger than either of us can fathom. We've always had a bizarre attraction to each other. I thought of it as a trauma bond but when that slowly turned into late night kisses while were alone when we were 13..I should have seen where this was going.

I get startled as Timothée opens my door for me to get out. I hop out and sling my tote bag over my shoulder, taking off my brown coat and feeling the cold weather on my skin as I pull down my plaid mini skirt that's hiking all the way up thighs.

"Christ Amelia, are you trying to kill me?" Timothée whines in a deep voice.

"What?" I ask with a confused look on my face.

Timothée points down to his crotch. He is fully erect. I can't help but laugh,and every time I try to stop more giggles leave my lips.

"Yeah..Yeah laugh! It's really funny to give me blue balls 5 minutes into the first day of our senior year." Timothée responds sarcastically while adjusting himself in his pants. "I didn't see how short that skirt was. I can't even look at you in class now without having a full hard on."