Wanting My Step Brother

[8]

Blake

Cheering, I throw my hands up in the air while the crowd around me erupts. 

"Fuck yeah!" I slur, cheering in victory as I complete and win yet another game of beer pong. 

This was my shit, I fucking destroyed this game. 

"Holy shit," I say as the crowd quiets and wearily watches me, "I'm fucking wasted!" 

They then erupt again in loud screams and cheers. 

I'm pretty sure I'm about fifteen drinks too drunk. Whoops. 

This was the only way to get my mind off of Alex. I've been avoiding him all night. He's been trying to talk to me, every corner I turn, he's fucking there. Like a fucking magician. 

I even went to the extent with making out with Zach as Alex stalked his way towards me. I mean, Zach was there, and I didn't want to talk to Alex. Plus, Zach is an awesome kisser. 

I need to get rid of all these fucking feelings. Why do they even need to exist? 

Alex has Alyssa, and I have Zach. Simple. 

Stumbling through the crowd and out of the kitchen, I set my mind on finding Ella.

 I needed to get out of here, before I end up in some crazy situation that I know sober Blake will be seriously embarrassed about. 

This place was fucking turnt up. 

People were humping like fucking bunnies all over the show. 

Girls were swinging from chandeliers, others were skate boarding down the stairs on cardboard. 

People were streaking naked in the backyard. 

It was going off tonight. 

My eyes were too busy focused on my shoes, careful not to break my ankle, that I hadn't realised where I was going. 

I face-palmed into a wall, and stumbled back. Peering up through drunk vision, I realised the wall was Alex. 

What a wonderful surprise. 

"Shit." I curse under my breath, feeling trapped as his arms held me, preventing my jelly-like body from hitting the ground. 

"Is someone a little drunk?" Alex smirked, his blue eyes alight with mischief. 

"Is someone a little annoying? And that would be a yes," I rolled my eyes, trying to wriggle out of his arms. 

"Why have you been avoiding me all night, Blake?" Alex asked, leaning closer so his lips lightly grazed my ear. 

I pushed at his strong chest, "Why do you think, asshole?" 

"I have no clue. Please inform me, Ms Parker." He wanted me to say something, but I was too shit-face to even remember my own name. 

"Fuck you, Grey." I spat with a cheeky smile 

"Let's dance," Alex said pulling me to the dance floor, but I was resisting, "It's a good way to get the alcohol out by sweating it out." 

I paused and thought for a moment, "I'm going to trust your smart ass but only for tonight." 

He chuckled, pulling me into the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty, drunk and hormonal teenagers. 

"Running Out" by Matoma blasted through the speakers, and I started moving my hips to it. 

Alex's hands some how found their way onto my waist, and were pulling my closer. 

Soon we were glued together, and I could feeling everything on him. 

I was lost in the music and the way Alex felt amazing up against me. But then reality struck me, and I pushed back. 

"I need to go home," I said, turning and trying to find my way out of this fucking stupid house. 

Someone grabs my arm, "I'll take you." 

It was Alex, obviously he hadn't drunken anything tonight, even though it was his eighteenth birthday.

I slipped my palm in his, and he lead me outside. 

When I stumbled outside, the cool air hit me like bliss. I inhaled, closing my eyes and tilting my face up to the sky. I trip, falling into Alex's arms. 

"Whoa, maybe you should lay off the walking for now," Alex smirked, looking down at me, "Here, I'll carry you." 

"I'm a respectable adult Alex, I can shamelessly walk to your car shit-face drunk by myself," I giggled, pushing off him, and staggering down the path of his front lawn. 

"Hey, birthday boy," A sweet, tangy voice floated into the air, making me pause. 

A slender girl, very beautiful with long black hair, strutted her way over in circus height heels. 

"Silver," Alex nodded his head, his arm still wrapped around my waist to keep my from falling over. 

Oh Silver. 

Her real name was Amanda or some shit like that, she was one of Alex's old flings. Lasted for three months I think. Too drunk to bother remembering.

"So, I was just heading back to my place. I can give you a birthday present if you like," She seductively winked, trailing a manicured finger up his chest.  

"Sorry, Silv. I need to take Blake home." He says, nudging his arm as gesture. 

"Sup," I said, my head rolling about. 

"Wow, Blake," Silver muttered turning to me, "I never really picked you for the slutty type. But even your own step-brother. That's a new low. Hanging off him like the common whore." 

My eyes widened with fury. She laughed, turning around and giggling as her and her friends strutted away. 

"Oh no she didn't—" I started, pushing off Alex before he got a chance to contain me. 

"Blake," Alex warned as I chased after Silver. 

"Hey Silver," I called after her. 

She turned around, raising a bitchy eyebrow, "Hm?" 

"Fuck you." 

And then I punched her. 

Like a boss.

a/n

ooh blake getting a little feisty

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