My Step Brother

Getting Worse

Harry and I walked into the school together. We were going to tell the principal about the notes and texts together.
I sighed and Harry turned around. "Things will be better after this. I promise. "
I sure hope he was right.

We waited outside the principals office.
She called us into the office and we sat down in the two chairs in front of her desk. "What's the problem?" She asked us.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and the note from the front of my Two Directions Backpack.
I sat the note on her desk. She looked at it and picked it up and unfolded it.
"Jade Blanchette has been harassing me. Sending me notes, rude texts--"
"Do you have proof it's her?" She asked.
I didn't. Jade didn't sign the note.
"No. But she told me it's her." I said.
She shook her head. "Well, unless you can prove that it's her, we can't do anything right now, dear."
I looked over at Harry who was already looking at me. He shrugged.
"Ugh." I got up and stormed out. "Thank you." I called out as I left the office.
Harry ran after me. "Reneè, stop." He called down the hall.
I turned around and faced him. "The bitch is going down Harry."
Jade was. I'm not going to let the stuck up bitch get away with it. If Harry wanted Jade, he  would of had her a long time ago.
"We will get her, Reneè. I promise you. She won't get away."
I was so glad Harry was in this with me, I knew he wasn't just saying these things. This was his problem too.
Harry wrapped me in his long arms as my face gently hit his hard chest and I wrapped my arms around him as well.
"Nothing will bring us down. We're stronger than that." He said and he kissed the top of my head. I smiled as I felt him do it. I loved being in his arms and I felt like the luckiest girl to be in the one in them. Harry wasn't like any other guy I dated. All of them were self indulgent. Once they got me, they stopped doing the sweet things they did to get me, they acted as if I wasn't with them, they would ignore me if I was right next to them, and when they did notice me, all they talked about was themselves. Harry was different, he actually cared. He always has, even when we hated eachother. You could just tell.

My phone buzzed as Harry and I were still in the long embrace.
I pulled back and looked at my phone.
"It's my dad." I answered.
"Dad."
"Reneè, when you and Harry get home, you need to pack. We're going camping this weekend."
I face palmed. I hated camping.
Yeah, I was used to it, but that's the thing, we do it so much that I've just grown to hate it. I guess he wanted to take Anne, Gemma and Harry on their first camping trip.
"Oh, ok." I replied. Ugh!

I eventually hung up and smiled at Harry.
This was going to be funny. Watching Harry attempt to camp? I wanted to laugh right now and I haven't even seen it.
"What?"
"We're going camping this weekend. Tonight." I started to walk to my locker.
"Camping?! Like, outside?" He asked following me.
"Uh, yeah?" I chucked. "There isn't any other way. Which of course, that's what my dad says." My dad was a huge camper. He used to go camping and fishing with his dad almost everyday after school let out. My dad tried getting me into it, but it's just not my kinda thing. It should of been clear to him after the 16th time I hooked a tree trying to cast my line into the water.

After school ended we went home and as we pulled up, there was a huge R.V. in the driveway.
I got out of the car. "Dad, what is this?!" I asked.
"It's an R.V.."
Okay, smartass.
"No, really?! I mean what is it doing in the driveway?"
He smiled and looked at the camper then back at me. "We're camping in it."
Harry clapped his hands together. "Now that's what I am talking about."
I turned. This would ruin the fun of seeing Harry try to camp.
"No, this is terrible!"
My dad opened the R.V. door. "Why do you care? You should be happy, you hate camping. Wouldn't you much rather sleep in a bed than a sleeping bag? You'll be in a nice cozy room and not lying on the cold hard ground freezing too death." My dad said walking inside the camper.
He was right, but Harry...
"Yeah, but I wanted to watch Harry fail at camping." I smirked at Harry as he smiled back with his hands in his pockets.
He raised his eyebrows as he shrugged and smiled. "That would actually be pretty funny."

Later that day

...

The R.V. was pretty cool. It was two rooms. Kinda.
Gemma took the room that had one bed that was next our parents room.
Harry and I had those bunk bed looking things in a whole different room.
Heck yes!
I took the top one.

The R.V. had a huge entertainment area, a kitchen, a very nice bathroom. It was almost like a house.

Harry and I walked outside. We kinda got bored.
"I hate the outside." I said stepping of the last stair to the R.V..
Harry shut the door. "Right there with ya."
I was already getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.
I slapped my arm as one landed on my arm. "UGHHH! I WILL KILL ALL THESE LITTLE BASTARDS!" I yelled.
Harry laughed. "Bug spray?"
I smiled as he walked over to me and hugged me but I pulled back. "Can't do that." I smirked.
He looked around and then smiled as he looked down at me and took my hand and led me behind the R.V.
He pulled me closer into him. "You gonna take advantage of me back here?" I joked.
He stroked the side of my face. "I don't need to do that." He smirked.
"This day has just gotten so much better.." I said.
Harry was still smirking as he leaned in to kiss me.
His soft lips kissed mine and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. Harry grabbed onto my butt as he kissing me, too.
Just then, my dad came around the back to check the back tire and saw us.
"Oh....uh...."
Oh my god! NO! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!
"I--I--Sorry--I should--" My dad just walked away after that. I think he was in shock.
"This day just tricked us. It's gotten worse." Harry said letting me go.

I'm dead.