The Corruption ✔️

Chapter V

dedicated to @Jennsiser for pointing out all the times I miss out my dots, you're a star!

I Love Girls That Can Pull Off Leather Jackets

Tyler Foley

I didn't want to go to school. But it played an important part in project: stepsister. First I needed to find out what kind of guys she was in to. The day hadn't started out too great. My alarm wouldn't shut up. So I resolved to violence but the stupid fucking alarm was indestructible or something because now I sported a bandage on my fingers. At least it made me look more badass. Andrea had come into my room, which was conveniently next to hers, when she heard me screaming in agony. She carefully applied the antiseptic onto the cuts on my hand. And it seemed like the roles had switched because I stayed stiff and blushing the whole time she cleaned me up. I didn't know how to act around her. She had smiled sleepily at me when she finished and padded out of the room. I hadn't failed to notice how good she looked with her brown fluffy mane exploding behind her and her face fresh with sleep. And to top it off she was wearing just a tank top and red plaid shorts.

Despite the bad start I stood in front of the mirror, debating whether I was bothered enough to style my hair. With a shrug, I dipped my hand in gel quickly and swiped it through my hair. I didn't quite achieve the Danny Zuko gelled back hairstyle. It looked more like got-out-of-bed-and-just-left-my-hair-to-its-own-devices. Oh well, I thought as I stepped out of my room and fixed my watch. I was wearing a black t-shirt with a faded green and pink image on it and a beaten black leather jacket. I looked across from me to Andrea who had a UCLA jumper and tattered blue jeans. I took in her black combat boots and nodded appreciatively, looking down at my own. There was no way that she was popular though. Popular girls wore short skirts and carried around tiny handbags. I had never seen a popular girl who wore jumpers and ripped jeans and left their hair curly. But, maybe it was different in Alaska.

She caught my eye and I watched in satisfaction as she drank in the sight of me. Her eyes stopped at my watch and she hummed in an impressed sort of way.

'Nice watch, dude.'

Dude? Did she think that putting on a sick pair of combat boots suddenly made her some kind of skater?

'Thanks,'  I wink at her and throw her an easy smile.

Her face scrunches as she looks at me like I had grown another head.

'Woah, easy there with the smiles! Someone's going to think the real Tyler's been abducted and replaced.'

Another smile tugs at my lips and she gasps horrified.

'What?' I ask playfully, 'Are you the only one allowed to smile every minute of the day?'

'You got me there, pal.'

She walked past me, curls bouncing and all. I heard her call out to her mum that she'd grab breakfast on the way. I shook my head thinking of the day to come.

I stood in the hallway of the smallest school I had ever been to. It looked like a larger-than-normal cabin. Complete with wooden exterior and cozy interior. Walking down the hallways, I searched for the locker with my number- Andrea in tow. She stood by my side as I locked and unlocked the locker a handful of times

I looked down at the crisp sheet of paper in my hand with a tidy timetable that explained in detail where I needed to be every minute of the day. Registration in 5 minutes. Andrea was still next to me.

'Why are you still here?' This came out ruder than I had intended.

She shrugged.

'Don't you want me to introduce you to my friends?'