Not Part Of The Plan

Chapter One

Chapter One

"Will you two keep it down over there?" I yell as I pound on Jared's bedroom door.

He and his new girlfriend, Annie, are going at it again and I can already feel the headache starting to spread to my temples. Something goes flying at the door and I'm sure it's one of Jared's sneakers. It's followed by more giggling and moaning.

"Don't mind me," I yell as I walk to my room which is next to his. "It's not like I'm studying or anything."

I slam my door shut and plop down in a heap on my bed. I can hear them through the wall and I really do not need the images I'm getting in my head. I can't really blame Annie, really I can't. A lot of people, mainly girls, and even my gay best friend, wish they were in his pants as often as Annie. You see, my step-brother is the "Sex-God of Bayview High School" and enjoys the attention that title grants him. He's the guy every girl wants to date and every guy wants to be. It sounds cliche, I know, but it's true.

Sadly I look around my room and stare at all the pictures of Jared and I together on vacations that my mom, his dad, him and I have gone on. There's the one from when we went to Verona, Italy, and another from when we went to Egypt to see the pyramids. Photographs decorate my purple walls along with posters of Justin Bieber, Black Veil Brides and other singers/bands.

Rolling over and pulling a pillow over my head I try to block out the noises coming from the room beside mine but it does little. After a few minutes I give up and walk over to my stereo. My best friend, Caitlyn, had left some of her Asking Alexandria Cd's the last time she spent the night so I take one and put it in the CD player before turning up the volume to full blast and pressing "play". Since my mom and Bob aren't home I can play my music as loud as I want and not get yelled at and told by Bob to "go outside or something".

I sit up and reach for my purple zebra backpack. All I have to do is study for a huge Biology test on Monday so I decide to start on that, since I've hardly been paying attention to the section on genetics. All I do in class is listen to Caitlyn talk about Jared and how "freaking hot" he is. As if I haven't noticed. Before I know it I realize that I've been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes and I haven't gathered one ounce of knowledge about Punnet Squares or Mendellian Genetics. What is the Principal of Dominance and why does it matter? With a huff I slam the text book shut and throw it on the floor.

Someone knocks on my door once the CD has played through twice and is starting on the third song for the third time. I get up and turn it down before opening my door. Standing in the door frame is my shirtless, sexy step-brother. He's in only his jeans and his hair is messy, his blond bangs falling in front of his eyes. Jared's blue eyes sparkle mischievously.

"Was blaring your radio really necessary?" His deep voice asks. I feel my knees begin to shake and my breath hitches in my throat. Wow. Everything about him, including his voice, is sexy. But, he's my step-brother; he's off limits, right?

Yeah, I think to myself. He's your incredibly gorgeous step-brother who's standing half-naked at your door with that heart melting smile on his face.

"Well..." I compose myself and run a hand through my hair. "I...you...you two need to keep it down. I can't study with you two making that much noise next door."

"Eh," He shrugs. "She might not be coming over for much longer."

"Why not?" I raise an eyebrow. "Some other girl catch your eye?"

"Another girl's always had my eye," He smiles mysteriously. I gulp and try to keep my heart beating at a normal rate, which is hard considering I'm talking to Jared.

"Really?" My voice cracks a little and I mentally curse myself.

"Yeah," He looks me up and down, his eyes grazing over every inch of my body before coming to rest on my face. "Besides, Annie's...not my type."

"'Not your type'?" I ask. "You've been having sex with her for the past three months, and you're telling me she's not your type?"

"Yep," He smiles.

"I...how...what?"

"She's only with me 'cause of my popularity. I don't really want that."

"You mean you don't want a girl who will have sex with you the moment you ask?"

"No," He smiles. "I think it'd be fun for a change if I had to work for it."

I snort. "What girl would make you work for it?"

"I think I know one," He flashes a smile so devestating that my breath hitches in my throat. "Anyway, it's getting late. Night."

Jared winks and then walks into his room and closes the door behind himself. I close my own door and, while leaning against it, slide down to the floor. Who's the new girl? Do I know her? What's she like? Why is she so special? How is she able to stay immune to his good looks and charm?

I sit on the floor until almost eleven o'clock trying to figure out who the girl is. At the end of the three hours I have no idea who she could possibly be. Whoever she is, she's lucky to have Jared's attention. I've had a crush on him since freshman year. Three years later he still makes my heart swoon every time he walks into the room. My mom had to marry his dad. She had to meet Bob at a baseball game, one which I'd gone to because I knew Jared would be playing in, and she had to "fall in love".

Now he was off limits. Untouchable. And I had to listen to him and his girlfriends having sex in the room next door. Was I being punished for something I didn't do? What could I have possibly done to deserve this type of torture?

I hop up onto my bed and curl up in the covers. Once again I drift off to sleep and dream dreams about the one guy that makes me want to do more than slam my head against the wall.

In my dreams, my mom isn't married to Bob and I'm not "related" to the guy I've been in love with for three years. I'm not forced to sit in my room and try to "study" while his girlfriends are over. In my dreams I'm not invisible to him. Everything is perfect in my dream world.

---

so? what'd you guys think? (: vote and comment pweeze (: