Bad Boy is my Step-brother!?

Chapter Five

Liam--

It was a total shot in the dark, texting Sophia, but the way she looked at me after her dad made his announcement was one that I couldn't get out of my head. It took me half an hour before I finally found her number.

After she agreed to meet up with me, I jumped in my car and went over to her house. Sophia was sitting on her front porch waiting for me. She had on the same sweater from earlier that night, but now had black leggings under her white shorts.

When I parked out front of her house, she stood up and started walking over to my car, looking back and forth as though she was doing something that could get her in trouble.

She got in the car, sat down and looked at me expectantly. "Well, where are we going?" She asked me. It didn't hit me till then that I had no clue were we should go. I couldn't take her back to my house, it's was to cold out to go to a park. I decided on neutral ground. I drove her to a little pub that was open all night. We went in and ordered.

It amazed me how beautiful she was, at school she always walked with her head down, but our tonight, she was acting like she owned the place.

We sat in a slightly awkward silence for a couple minutes until finally I said what was no doubt going through both of our heads.

"Sophia, why were you lying to our parents about your life at school? You were telling them how many clubs you were in and how you went out with those four girls, Scarlet, Lydia, Shay, and Hannah, each Friday night but I know that's not true. Why would you lie about something like that, and where do you go?"

She stared at me for a moment, as though contemplating what to respond with. After a minute of silence, she gave me an answer thy I was not expecting.

"I lie for my dad. After my parents got divorced he has been moving through life like a ghost. I tell him I'm okay so that he doesn't need to add me to a list of all the things he needs to worry about."

She tells me about how hard the divorce was on all three of them. She pours her heart out to me right there in the middle of the pub. She suddenly starts crying, and I had no idea how to stop her. It was obvious that she hadn't talked to any one about what had happened, and she really wasn't as okay as she kept saying she was.

I stood up and went to sit on the other side of the booth with her. I put my arms around her and let her son into my shoulder until she had calmed down.

When she pulled away from my shoulder, she still looked like she was about to burst open at any minute. She suddenly started spouting out apologize for getting tears all over my shirt and gibberish like that. I kept telling her it was okay but she wouldn't listen.

So I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up. The thing I had wanted to do from the moment I had first stepped into her house that night.

I grabbed the sides of her head, and kissed her.