"Come on, hurry up!" I push.
Tyler looks up from his phone. "I'm still looking." He looks back down. "Ha!"
"What? What?" I beg for an answer.
He puts the phone to his ear. I groan in anticipation. "Hi, Mr. Bradly," Tyler smiles and nods at me, "it's Tyler Scheid. Yeah, I'm fine." He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, did Andrew by chance leave her pack and phone in your office earlier?"
He winks and nods at me. "Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Yep. Alright, bye." He takes the phone from his ear and puts it down.
"Well...?" I ask, leaning forward on the counter.
"He's bringing it over." He smiles at me.
"Oh thank god!" I run my hands over my face. "How does he know our address?" I ask, motioning to the phone.
"School computer," he answers. I nod. "Where's your mom at?"
"Uh.... Maybe she went to work?" I shrug.
"Where does she work?"
"I think she's like a designer or something," I answer the question while walking around the counter, opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass. I fill it with water at the sink before drinking it.
"Can she not design you clothes?" His arms wrap around my waist.
"She can." I set the water down.
"Then why the hell are you wearing my clothes?" He huffs.
"Because I like it. Your smell is amazing. And you know, you said I look hot in your clothes." I giggle softly.
"Well, you look hot in anything. Even those baggy sweats you've on right now." He lays a kiss on my cheek.
"When are we gonna continue?" I ask, desperate for Tyler.
"When Mr. Bradly's gone and we make sure your mom's not home," I hear a slight growl in his voice. A knock sounds at the door and Tyler pulls away. I turn around and look at him. He taps his foot impatiently on the floor. "Are you gonna get it?"
"No."
"Why not?" Another knock.
"I'll explain later." I stumble. The memory of what happened earlier flashes in my head. Tyler rolls his eyes and disappears into the living room. I walk over and stand in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the white wood frame.
He opens it, "Hello, Mr. Bradly!" Tyler greets.
"Hello, Mr. Scheid," Mr. Bra- Daniel says, distractedly.
"Did you bring everything?" Tyler asks. I can see Mr. B- Daniel nod over Tyler's shoulder. Tyler takes everything from Daniel's hands and steps back. Daniel gets a clear view of me and he smiles and waves. I wave back and walk back into the kitchen.
I plop down in one of the chairs at the table. I hear the door shut and Tyler's in the kitchen. He looks at me and holds up everything, including my phone. I giggle and take it from his hands. I unlock it, but then I'm taken aback. "Oh my god." I put my phone down as my vision blurs.
"What? What's wrong?" He takes my phone from my hands and looks at it. "Oh my god, Andrew why were you looking at that picture the last time you had your phone?" He asks, putting the phone down as well.
"I wasn't! The last person on my phone was him!" I start hyperventilating. "Tyler he looked through my PHONE!" I scream. "He saw me...." I feel my tears slipping down my cheeks.
"Andrew, calm down," Tyler tries.
"He looked through my phone! He could've seen anything! He can tell Mom and she'll ground me for LIFE!" Tyler jumps out of his chair, it topples to the ground. He runs over and wraps his arms around me. My panic attack continues, my breathing becoming severely rapid. I clutch to him as tears roll down my cheeks, soaking his shirt.
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Step Brother://:Tyler Scheid
Fanfiction"Who the hell are you?" I ask. "Tyler." His smirk pierces through me. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" He seems a bit offended by my language. "My father owns this house. He just got married." Now I remember, Mom mentioned that Henry ha...
