My Stepbrother

Chapter Two

"Hello daddy! I missed you like hell! When are you coming back?"

"Hey sweetheart! I miss you too, I'm afraid my flight is delayed for a couple of days. Hope Aunt Janet is being a good host!"

"Yeah don't worry about that I'm 17, I can handle my stuff. But I just can't wait for two more days! I need my daddy now!"
I said as i faked a cry.

"Oh pumpkin don't do that. Plus I have a surprise for you when I get back. You won't be upset I left."

"What is it?? You Got me You & I !"

"Even better."

"You Signed My Who We Are Book!! I knew you took it since I couldn't find it!"

"No sweetie even better, plus it's on the left shelf in the living room."

"What could be better than that? Oh my God DADDY YOU GOT ME CONCERT TICKETS?!"

"Nope sweetie. Stop guessing you'll know when I get back. And trust me, it's way better than that."

"What is it dad? Tell me!"

"No sorry sunshine, bye now. I'll talk to you at 8. Love you!"

"Daddy wa-"
He hang up.

Better Than a concert ticket? Did he get me Louis Tomlinson himself?
I said as I laughed.
I finished my make up, grabbed my back pack, and walked to the bus stop.
I had the normal argument with Aunt Janet about having Breakfast.
"It's the most important meal of the day!"
Said She.

"I didn't have breakfast since I was 10 and I managed to stay alive so thank you."
I argued.

"But you need some energy to carry on with your sessions! At least pack some lunch."

"I'll buy some at school."

"Why do you want to pay 15$ at school when you can pack your own for free?? Huh??"

"Because I can, now if you excuse me.."
I said and then I walked out.
Having breakfast isn't really my thing, simply because I'm afraid of eating. Yes you read that right. I'm afraid of eating because eating leads to gaining fat which leads to gaining weight and looking even worse than I already do. If that was even possible. If I could manage to feel pretty one day, I'm certain That I will never have this feeling about my body. I'm really insecure about it. It all started when my friends during elementary school were skinny and wore shorts and skirts and I had normal not skinny thighs that made me feel different yet insecure. I never wore a short and never will. Some people think that that's my way to seek attention and that I'm one of these 'Call Me Pretty' girls, but I'm not. When I say That I'm insecure about something, That means that I really am.
I was supposed to meet with my best friend, Britney, but for some reason she didn't show up.
"Hola Chica! Sorry for ditching you today you'll never guess who gave me a ride!! OMG CAN'T WAIT TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT!"

"Well that explains it.."
I murmured as I read her text.

I took the bus, alone.
After three exhausting periods, lunch break finally managed to find it's way.
I met Britney on the lunch table at the end of the Cafeteria, she had a tray that was full, There was barely a place for a hair thread. Everyone has that one friend that eats like an elephant but is dead skinny. Britney is that Girl.

"Girl You'd Never Guess What Happened!"
Brit said excitedly.

"Locus gave you a ride."
I said straight-forwardly.

"Damn! You're good! How did you know??"

"Because You're about to faint while talking plus you're breathing heavily and your hands are shaking yet cold which means it's something about Locus. And You said you had a surprising ride, then again, Locus. Simple."