Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

44.The battle

My grandmother crosses her legs and sits next to my grandfather on the sofa. She stares Timothée and I down and shoots him a unfriendly look before her eyes travel back to me.

"How did you..um know we were here?"" I ask her nervously, clearing my throat,as I sit next to Timothée but across from them.

"Your mother called! She said you and Timothée disappeared and they were unsure of where you guys went but she was able to trace one of the credit card transactions..so she asked us to come check the Paris apartment to see if you guys were here since we live so close." My grandmother folds her arms at me in obviously displeased.

Timothée has lit another cigarette and inhales it slowly as he leans back and glares at my grandmother. He is only going to make things worse for us.

"Why would you do something like this Amelia?" My grandmother squints at me inventively like she's trying to examine me. "You are such a put together and responsible young woman until you get caught up with HIM!" she points at Timothée who smirks at her bitterly.

This is going to spiral out of hand. I can just feel it. Timothée is acting arrogant and defensive and my grandma is always so stubborn and relentless.

"Grandma, trust me..you really don't understand.." I bite my lip unsure of how to approach the situation.

"Well Then help me understand Amelia!" She raises her voice at me and my grandfather places a hand on her knee trying to settle her down before she starts going at me again. "Ansel is such a nice boy who clearly loves you! He followed you around like a puppy dog when you came to visit us and Paris..and for some reason you're HERE right now with Timothée instead of with the boy who I can see TRULY loves you!" My grandmother yells towards us erratically.

"Are you being fucking serious?" Timothée shouts, narrowing his eyes at her. "Ansel is dipshit who puts Amelia in danger CONSTANTLY." He seethes from the edge of his seat. I put my hand on his chest and push him further back while giving him a pleading look with my eyes in hopes that he will calm down, but his expression remains angry and cold.

"You Chalamet MEN are a curse! YOUR FATHER is the WORST thing to ever happen to my daughter and I will not allow his SON to ruin my granddaughters life next!" She shoots up from the sofa with a crazed look in her eyes.

Timothée just stares at her. His green eyes burning through her. "You don't know a single thing about me. You just ASSUME I'm like my father but the truth is MY FATHER was hardly ever even around. Amelia and I practically raised ourselves with the help of some nannies..Your precious daughter wasn't much of a mother to us either!" Timothée spat out the words to her hatefully.

"Timothée please stop talking."I beg him and tug on his arm to get his attention and to try to stop things from getting even worse but he doesn't even look my way.

"So far you don't seem too different from your father.Pompous,manipulative,and sex crazed! Is my granddaughter some type of conquest to you? Screwing a regular girl is too boring so you chose to screw your step sister instead?" She starts walking towards him and I and my mouth parts in response to the shock of what she said.

Timothée stands up suddenly to face her, "I don't just SCREW your granddaughter you miserable old bitch. I'M IN LOVE WITH HER!" He yells with exasperation before clenching his jaw shut.

"Timothée!" I shout in desperate form of warning, hoping he won't say anything more.

"In love?" My grandmother snickers in awe. "Amelia could never love you! Lust? Possibly! But to actually love someone like you..that just simply would not be possible." She chuckles in bitter amusement and I suck in my breath in reaction to her harshness towards him.