Her Step Brother

Coming Home

Clarke looked in her rearview mirror, watching her father and his house shrink as she drove further and further away from her home for the last two years.

It had been hard to leave and move in with her father, normally only seeing him for the summers and holidays, but when her mother came home flashing an enormous engagement ring, it was just too hard to swallow. She wasn't angry, it was just, different.

Now, two years later, she had decided to move back with her mother and new step father, Marcus Kane. He was a nice man, very calming and pleasant. She liked him.

His son on the other hand, his son was always a big pain in her behind. Bellamy Blake, who sported his mother's name, only finding out who his father was years ago when his mother became very ill, was a class A jerk.

He was two years older than her, but they had taken a few classes together in high school, and he was just rude. He thought he was a gift to women, always marching around with a leather jacket and tossing winks and smirks to every female in the building.

She turned the radio up, trying her best to drown out the memories of when he tossed her one of those famous smirks..

She was researching for her paper, using the book she had been assigned by their teacher, Mr. Pike. Bellamy walked to the back of the classroom, sliding the desk next to her over, scraping the floor loudly and not caring that it was obnoxious.

"Well, well, Princess," he sighed. "Where's your boyfriend, Principal Junior?"

Clarke rolled her eyes. The principal's son, Wells, had grown up next door to her. He was her best friend, but for some reason Bellamy disliked him.

"My FRIEND is not in this class, Bellamy. He hasn't been all semester. What do you want? Other than to be annoying as hell."

"Feisty," he winked. "A Princess in the streets but a firecracker between the sheets, huh?"

She didn't bother looking at him. Mostly, to hide her blush, but also, he didn't deserve a reaction.

"Like assigned us both the same book, and you've got the only copy." She sighed as he continued. "So, it looks like we get to share," he grinned.

"We are not sharing a book," she spoke. "Just take this one and I'll get my copy."

The bell sounded, ending class. Everyone basically ran out, Mr. Pike included. Clarke finished packing her things, dropping the book on Bellamy's desk.

He grabbed her arm, twisting her around as she was leaving. "Princess, that was not very lady-like. Why don't you let me drive you home? Show me you can be very lady-like," he smirked.

Her stomach twisted in knots as she felt her heart rate increase. He was an ass, but he was hot. He was too cocky, but he was hot. She had no experience in a bed with a boy, yet she was ready in that moment to accept his offer.

But, she didn't. Swallowing for an ounce of bravery, she raised up on her toes, leaning towards his ear. "Bell. You talk a big game, but we both know you can't handle me." Her voice was thankfully clear of all the fear and nerves she felt. "You know where I live, though. Come by when you know how to treat a lady!"

She hurried out of the classroom, refusing to look back even once. Her cheeks were on fire and her head was spinning. She didn't know she had that in her.

Clarke shook the thoughts away. Bellamy was in college now, graduating a year before. She was going to her senior year with her mother, and then she too would be off at college.

She pulled into town hours later, hungry but tired as she turned down the familiar roads.

She was fifteen when she and Bellamy had done what they did. Now, she was seventeen, about to eighteen and Bellamy would be turning twenty. She had grown up, had boyfriends, had experiences she would never forget and Bellamy was probably hammered every weekend, constantly between a girl's thighs as he had been in high school.

She turned down her road, taking a bit of peace in the fact that he wouldn't be home.