My Step Brother's Obsession - Carly #2

Over and Over

Carly

I thougth it was the end of his petynees but I was wrong. He hasn't let it drop since I won the swimming comp between us. He's more eager than ever to prove he's the best of the best and TBH it's rather draining and boring. I've come to a decision to train with him every morning and I even think that's the biggest mistake I've ever made to date.

He has pushed my limits further than anyone I know, even Jonathan and Kyler have never pushed me this far, even my swimming instructor was a saint compared to this demon.

I'm sure he was a drill sergeant in a former life; he's taking it way too seriously. I'm so drained I can't even think straight doing the same shit over and over again is tiring, even the counsellor I work with is seeing how much it's affecting me and allows me to finish early. As for his dumb idea of dressing more formal and less like me has everyone walking on eggshells around me they've even commented on how it makes me look like a scary marter instead of an angel in waiting. Whatever the hell that means but I know it can't be good.

I don't like it either. The clothes I'm wearing are uncomfortable and make me itch. I don't mind black trousers but these ones remind me of the ones I wore to school and the blouse, oh god, just don't get me started. Its white and thick long sleeves which I hate with a passion. It's not like I have tattoos to hide. I'm sixteen for christ sake. It. Looks as if I've just come out of a nunnery. It's buttoned up to the top strsngulatign me and every time I unbutton it to breathe that prick of a sergeant is there breathing in my ear that it's inappropriate to show my damn cleavage. What fuckin clevage? It's two damn buttons.

I can't go on for much longer between the early morning workouts from hell and this damn stupid suit I feel like I'm about to combust. It's getting closer and closer to Christmas and I can't wait to go home, like many here they can't wait to see their parents, siblings and families. There are a lot worse kids here now than when I was here. They have their own story to tell after Christmas. I will be doing one-on-one with the counsellor I am assigned to watch how I handle the individual, their needs and their backgrounds if I'm still wearing this.. shit. I fear that none of them will let alone acknowledge me. They don't want to confide in someone who looks like a nineteen twenties school teacher.

"Miss Evans."

Oh bril, speak about the demon and he will appear.

I put my best fake smile on and greeted him. "Sergeant Snider, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?"

He grins widely, sending shivers down my spin god. I wish Cas was here instead of him. "I have good news for you."

"What could possibly be good about it?" I say, pausing, pretending to think before I say to him. "Unless I no longer have to train in the mornings."

He chuckles loudly. It's the first time i've heard him do so even though i'm not sure what is so funny.

"Nice try Miss Evans, but no."

Worth a try.

"What is it then?"

"I made a mistake in telling you to change your look."

"You didn't tell me you ordered me to, there's a difference."

He cleared his throat. "Anyway there's been complaints about your...." He looked me up and down. "Attire. It's putting the kids off the sessions when they feel uncomfortable and feel like you're there to punish them, not help them."

"I tried to earn you."

"You did. So did the counsellor. I apologise. I was wrong. "

"Are you apologising to moi?" I asked grinning.

"Take it or leave it Miss Evans."

Oh I'm going to take it alright. "I'm going to take it."

He smiles brightly. "Good. When you return next week you may wear your not so casual wear." He grinned. "Miss Evans."

"Sergeant."

"Enjoy the rest of the day Miss Evans."

"You to Sergeant."

He bowed his head and I walked away smiling.

"What are you smiling about Carly bear?"

I look over at Jonathan and Kyler. They have a sign of amusement in their faces.

"Mr Old school just appolagised."

Their faces dropped. "Sergeant Snider actually apologised?"

I nodded.

"To you?"

I nodded.

"Wow, that's a first, that guy never apologises. Must've been something he got wrong. "

"Yeah, extremely wrong for hi toh apologise for it."

"So what was it all about?"

"Let's just say I was right and he was wrong."

"Oh boy that's not good he'll be sulking like a two year old.

Kyler nodded.

"I'll be back to my old self Tuesday."

Their faces lit up and grinned enthusiastically.

"Everyone thought it was a bad idea to have you dress like you'd come from old school not new school. It scared the shit out of the campers when you were strolling around like some kind of headmistress out of a history book."

"Well at least he realised his error or I'd be in some shit in the new year with my tutor. She wants to see how well I'm doing here."

"Well the shit would have definitely hit the fan."

It sure would. I'm glad he realised his error before someone who didn't come pulled me or him up on it.

Sergeant James Snider

I knew it was the right call. I has so many complaints over the past month about the new dress code and how intimidating it was the kids were so scared of Miss Evans that they had refused to talk to her she reminded them if an angry headmistress that was going to give you the cane even if the damn thing  had been banned  it never done anyone no good. It had not done me any harm, but I wouldn't tell anyone that I had grown up in a private school that used the specific toll for punishment until it was banned here in the uk. And all had gone to shit with all the do gooders in this world claiming hitting your kid was child abuse and it was an abobination and it was tortureng your own kid when they could be learnt dicipline diffentley. Yeah right that sure as hell doesn't work no kid these days has any respect for anyone. Let alone the legal system that's why many end up in prison.

I didn't need scared campers, I needed them to trust who was working with them to become better versions of themselves. Everyone had been right about how wrong this was going to go and the kids wouldn't like it one bit. They needed substance and someone in their level that they could trust, not a  headmistress from hell. I had to chuckle at the different versions of CMiss Evans "Casual wear", i wasn't sure what she thought of it but i'm sure she wasn't happy about it.  

I caught her many times adjusting her blouse and unbuttoning the damn thing so it exposed skin so i had told her to cover up. I didnt think her dressign like a fucking nun would turn me on, but it did.  I was trying to make a point that she couldn't show skin. I was sporting a bulge. I guess my body didn't get the memo that she was looking like a complete geek and she shouldn't look so damn good at showing it off. It was like she was teasing me every damn day I was here training with her in the mornings. I had to take several cold showers. How did Cas control himself around her? I'm sure I'm about to combust but I have to remind myself that she's staff, well almost and the fact she's sixteen and I'm almost thirty years her senior. Im so fucked. I need to take a goddamn cold shower