Step Brother

Life Is Complicated

EDITED

Morgan's POV

I get home and shut the door with a loud thud behind me. Thank goodness Luke's dad and my mom are at work.

I throw my backpack on the couch and run up to my room. I slip off my shoes then throw them across the room at my wall.

Are Luke and Lyric a thing? Or was that a one time make out session?

"Life is complicated," I say out loud.

My feelings are spilled all over the place. I can't cry anymore because I am dry of tears, so I lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Why do I have to like Luke? He's nothing but a popular stuck up jerk! Plus he is my step brother. I need to stop feeling this way about him.

You know what I need? I need a night out with the girls.

I lift my waist up a bit so I can grab my phone from by back pocket and get it. I set my body back down. My hands hold my phone above me. I turn it on and unlock it after putting in my passcode.

I open up my messages and text Haley.

Me: Do you want to go out tonight?

It's lunch time at school so she texts me back immediately.

Haley: Of course! But today is Monday. And where are you?!

Me: I'm home. I felt sick so I left. We can get our homework done then go out somewhere.

Haley: Kk. I'll give you your homework from the classes you miss later. Will you feel well enough to go out tonight?

Me: I should be fine. Ask the other girls if they can join.

Haley: K

Even though I am jealous of Lyric right now, she is my friend and I don't want to ruin our friendship over a guy she doesn't even know I like, a guy I shouldn't like.

The door opens and closes from downstairs and my heart hammers in my chest at the fact that my mom came home early from work.

I set my phone beside me on the bed and lean on my side so I am facing the door. Feet paddle up the stairs and it can't be my mom because her footsteps are quieter. Logan never gets off early so it can't be him either.

I sit up on my bed and move back to the headboard.

I should have locked the door, I should have locked the door, I think.

The footsteps get louder and louder and closer and closer. My heart beats faster and faster as I stare at the door in front of me.

I feel my phone vibrate beside me and I know it's Haley that texted me, but I pay no attention to it because I am concentrated on the fact that I might die in five seconds. Quickly, I grab my pillow from behind me and hold it in front of my body in a sort of protective way as I see the shadows of the person's feet under my door.

Their hand rests on the door handle as they twist it. The door opens and without hesitation, I let out a yell, jump off my bed, and attack the intruder with my pillow.