Miss nobody strikes back

Half siblings

Claire’s POV

I woke up feeling exhausted, my head pounding. Gosh, it must be from the alcohol I drank last night. I looked around; this looks like Shane's room. I remember last night—he brought me here. Just then, someone walked into the room.

"Good morning, babe. How was your night?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Well, I ordered you some clothes. You can take a bath and get changed," Shane said, and I slowly nodded. He left the room so I could get myself together.

After I was done, I changed into the simple shirt and T-shirt he’d left for me. My blonde hair was tied up in a bun, and I walked downstairs. Shane’s house was huge and beautiful—well, it had to be since he’s rich. He was sitting on the couch, and across the room sat a girl, her face buried in her phone. Shane spotted me and signaled for me to sit beside him.

“You’re all dressed up. Good morning,” he said as I sat beside him. He planted a kiss on my cheek, and I hugged him. “Good morning,” I replied with a smile.

“How was your night? Did you enjoy the party last night?” he asked.

“Heck yeah,” I said.

“Shane, what the hell is she doing here? And don’t tell me she spent the night,” the girl said, her voice sounding familiar. I looked up and saw it was none other than Jenny, Hanna's new friend.

"Why would you ask that? She's my girlfriend," Shane said, patting my head.

“Dad said not to allow anyone over while he and Mom are away. Did you leave your ears at the bar last night?” Jenny snapped, clearly annoyed. I had no idea what was going on.

"What do you mean, 'Dad'? I don’t understand—what are you doing here?" I asked with a frown. That girl just gets on my nerves.

“If you’re not smart enough to figure it out, ask your boyfriend,” Jenny shot back.

“Hey, Jenny, don’t talk to her like that. You’re in my house, and you have to respect my things,” Shane said, and I smiled.

"**I namja-ae-neun jeongmal meongcheonghae** (This boy is really dumb). You know one phone call, and you'll be grounded,” Jenny said, waving her phone in the air. Shane tensed up and frowned deeply.

“You can’t do that,” Shane said, clearly irritated.

“Try me,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. I was about to say something, but Shane stopped me.

“Leave it. It's useless to fight with her. Come on, you must be hungry,” Shane said, standing up from his chair.

"Hold up. That’s the same thing you said in class. Why are you scared of her? And who is she?" I asked.

“She’s my stepsister and Dad’s favorite. I can’t win an argument with her,” Shane explained, and I followed him to the dining table. He gestured for me to sit and ordered the chef to bring us something to eat.

“So, your dad favors her, huh? She’s such an egoistic diva,” I said with a frown. She’s the one fueling my sister with stupid confidence.

"Just ignore her. She's just a glitch," he said, sitting beside me. The chef returned with a variety of food. Ugh, the life of the rich. I want to be rich so badly.

“Dig in,” he said, and I started eating. Everything tasted amazing—Mmm. While I was eating, I realized Shane was staring at me in a weird way.

"Shane, why are you looking at me like that? It's disgusting," I said with a frown.

He just smiled. “Oh, you’re a goddess. You even look pretty while eating.”

“Are you just realizing that now? You better take good care of this goddess so she doesn’t leave you,” I teased, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

"Of course, I will. You hold a special place in my heart, and that's why I planned a special trip to Hawaii. Just the two of us," he said, and my eyes widened.

“Are you serious? We're going to Hawaii?” I asked, staring at him. He nodded, and I composed myself.

"That’s great, but for now, I have to head home," I said.

“Sure, I'll drive you,” Shane said, and we both walked out of the house.

Shane dropped me off at home, and as I walked in, Mom was in the living room.

"Claire Smith, where were you last night? I was so worried I almost called 911!" Mom exclaimed, throwing one of her typical tantrums.

“I went to a midnight party and crashed at a friend’s house for the night—no big deal,” I shrugged, dropping my bags before sitting on the chair. I began uploading pics from last night to Instagram.

“Claire, please don’t do that again. Did you take your meds?” Mom asked, and I nodded.

“You must be hungry. I made—”

“Don’t worry. I was given a first-class meal,” I interrupted before walking to my room.

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**Mom’s POV**

Claire came back this morning, looking calm, despite how worried I had been. I don’t know what kind of friends she’s hanging out with, and the clothes she wore last night—I didn’t buy them for her, and they looked expensive.

“You must be hungry. I made—”

She cut me off, saying she had been given a first-class meal. I don’t understand where all this wealth is coming from, but I’ll try talking to her about it soon.

My thoughts drifted to Hanna. I know I didn’t call her when she arrived in New Jersey, though I’ve been trying to reach her all morning, but she hasn’t answered. I didn’t like the last things she said to me. I love both of them equally, but Claire needs more attention, and Hanna is just being unreasonable.

Recently, she’s been talking about Claire being a bully at school. My Claire wouldn’t do that—she’s such an innocent angel. I’m so confused at this point. Being a mother of two teenagers is not easy.