Is Falling For Your Almost Step Sibling Considered Incest?

Chapter 6

Is Falling For Your Almost Step Sibling Considered Incest?

Chapter 6

Sadie POV:

The rest of my weekend was uneventful. The Evans only stayed that first night, but they will be staying here full time starting next week.

 Great.

  After Drew and I hung out, I went over to Callie’s and told her everything. Well I didn’t tell her about the tree house. I don’t think that was something I wanted to share with anyone yet because it was nothing, right?

 Drew and I just hung out for an hour or two on Saturday before Kimberly called him and he had to leave. Note my enthusiasm at the mention of the Devils incarnate.  Whatever, it’s not like I actually had the right to be jealous, which by the way I was absolutely not, because he wasn’t my boyfriend. He was Kimberly’s, and no matter how much I don’t like her (*cough cough* hate her guts) I wasn’t about to try to steal her boyfriend. As if he liked me, if we were actually being serious.

My thoughts were still definitely not focused on my surroundings, because I heard a coughing noise next to me. I turned to the passenger seat and noticed Daniel looking at me with a pointed look.

“What? Did I run someone over?” I said with fake concern, I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if I hit a pedestrian. Right?  Probably…  I’m not exactly what most people would consider a ‘good driver’.  Go ahead and laugh at the typical stereotypical girl driver I am, but hey I passed my driver’s test so ha.

“No, but you just passed Callie’s house without picking her up. I don’t feel like being in the car when you fight about you being late all the time. Too much PMS.” Daniel stated as he turned back to face the windshield. I simply raised my eyebrows at this.

“Would you like to change that sentence before I rip out your own spine and beat you with it, or are you okay with being a quadriplegic without a spine for the rest of your life?”  He shrugged in response.

I sighed and turned the car around to pick Callie up for school.

ONE HOUR LATER

I walked into ours schools torture chamber, otherwise known as Mr. Warren’s calculus first period class. If the fact that having Math first period wasn’t bad enough, I also shared this class with, you guessed it, Drew, Kimberly, and their entourage of Jocks and Cheerleaders. Yep, my day always starts out with the perfect amount of taunting and ridicule to last a lifetime. 

Kimberly and I never got along. We were never the cliché best friends turned enemies over something petty and ridiculous just waiting for the other to apologize and become besties again. She has always hated my guts for no reason that I can see.  Even back in second grade she decided to make my life hell by spilling apple juice all over me when it was lunchtime and telling everyone I peed, causing me to be the object of ridicule for an entire two weeks until Thomas Avery managed to glue his hand to his crotch and I was forgotten. I know, quite original, but that’s just the type of girl she is.

I sat down in my usual spot next to the wall about halfway down the row. I liked this spot because I could lean against the wall while I do my work. I know, I’m lazy, but its first period and I’m tired.

The rest of my day passed relatively nicely. Drama class, or as its formally called Theatre, was crazy as usual. We were doing mirroring exercises and some ass was demanding that he have a different partner.  I had lunch with Callie and some other good friends, and I got a B+ on my science test from last week, which was better that I dared hope.  The bell could not ring fast enough at the end of the day though.