Falling for my Stepbrother/Teacher

"Cora!" My mom shrieked in my ear. That was the morning of my dad's wedding. Personally, I didn't want a stupid step-mom. Someone who would want to 'braid my hair' or 'talk about boys.' I already had a mom, who, despite her annoyingness, wasn't that bad. But did daddy dearest care what I wanted? No. You'd think that, since we live only about five minutes away from each other, I'd meet my own soon to be step-mother, right? Well, you thought wrong. This would be the first time I'd meet Hailey, my very own future step-mommy. Yay! Not.  

"Cora!" She shrieked again, bringing me out of my thoughts.  

"What, mother?" I groaned hatefully.  

"Wedding," she said simply and left my bedroom. I sighed but went and took a shower anyways. When I got out and looked in my mirror, I was shocked. My hair fell in fat, golden ringlets down to my waist, my blue eyes gleamed, and my pale skin glowed. I actually looked... pretty. And, with my luck, it was the day my dad was getting married, and I was a bridesmaid. Great. There was a pounding on the door. 

"Cor! Open the door," my twin brother yelped. We had to share a bathroom. I mean, I was in the womb with him for nine months. That didn't mean I wanted to share a bathroom with him, too. I threw open the door to see Corey, my twin, standing there. As usual, his golden locks were perfect, pale skin looked nice on him, and his blue eyes shined with mischief. Despite the fact that it was six A.M. and he'd just woke up. Don't ask me how I knew. I just did.  

"You're looking particularly short this morning, little sister," he said, yanked me into the freezing cold hallway, and effectively slammed the door in my face.  

"Jerk!" I quipped and walked away.  

"I heard that!" Corey yelled from the bathroom.  

"You were supposed to, stupid!" I yelled back and ran back to my ultra warm room. Walking to my closet and pulling out my bridesmaid's dress, I wondered how I was conned into putting on this pink monstrosity. It was silk that hit mid thigh, low cut, and strapless. The skirt was ruffled, while the neckline was tight, like a corset. Tacky anyone? I put it on anyways, and even laced it up myself. Take that, Hailey. And the shoes- ugh, let's just say, while I liked high heels, these overdid it a little. There were a terrible light pink color. And six inch heels? Really? I slipped those on, too. Whoa! I was actually normal height! If you considered 5'6 to be normal height. Yep, I measured my height in those heels and everything. My mom waltzed in and teared up.  

"Baby, you look so beautiful!" Mom gushed. I rolled my eyes at her.  

"Let me do your hair and make-up. Those need a little work," and the old mom came back. The one who always thought there was room for improvement. She sat me down in my comfy chair in front of my vanity. After half an hour of pulling, primping, and teasing, plus a little bit of begging on my part, she told me to open my eyes. I followed her orders. I opened my eyes. In the mirror, there was a girl- no, lady. Her dark blue eyes popped, her lips were a pretty light pink that matched her dress, and her hair was pinned up in a tight up-do, with her bangs swept to the side, held in place with a light pink rose barrette. She was beautiful, despite all the freaking pink. My iPhone 4S in its purple case buzzed. I had a text from someone, but when I saw the time, I yelped. 

"Thanks, Mom, but it's 11:35. I was supposed to leave at 11:30," I said and screamed Corey's name. He ran in my room, without knocking, of course. He looked nice in a black suit, pink dress shirt the color of my dress, and, of course, pink high top Converse. For some reason, we were both obsessed with Converse. But just the high tops. We just called it a twin thing.  

"Nice pink," I taunted. He just smiled.  

"I could say the same, little sis," Corey replied easily. He knew I hated pink. So did he.