My Stepbrother: secret possession

You Have To Be Kidding Me

"Is your shirt even allowed for school?" I asked Lilith, whose gaze remained fixed through the windscreen.

"If you simply minded your own business, we'd be cooler. Didn't I warn you about your obsession with adherence to rules?" she retorted, putting on her sunglasses.

Unfazed by her words, I persisted, "Your stomach is exposed. Isn't that inappropriate according to the dress code?" I expressed my concern.

"Ava, for starters, I am the school. Even the principal wouldn't take a chance. And now I see why you are referred to as Mother Superior. If you don't stop, I guarantee one day you might be referred to as the Holy Mother of Hills High, is it Pope?" She glanced at me inquisitively.

"Yes, it's Pope. And what's wrong with it?" I fired back.

Letting out a sigh, she rolled her eyes. "You just don't get it. Your reputation will fall apart. And we're practically siblings, so I don't want to be associated with your downfall. That's why I have to keep you from going down."

Her explanation didn't make sense to me. "So, because I find certain things that others consider trophies illegal, I'm going down?" I asked, confused.

"You just have to mind your own business, and that's all. Let everyone do what they desire," she advised.

Sinking back into the leather seat, I muttered, "The movies are totally right about this continent."

"Pardon? Did you just accuse my country? Is that what I heard?" Lilith asked firmly, trying to divide her attention between me and the road.

Shaking my head, I murmured, "Not at all."

"Good, because America is a great place. We rule," she said with a wink as she pulled into the school car park.

"Fucking get out of my spot, or do I have to crush your bike?" Lilith stuck her head out of the window to vent her anger at an innocent boy trying to park his bicycle.

I heard him apologize and quickly disappear. After Lilith finally parked in her designated spot, we made our way towards the Chevrolet and Honda where Quinn and Suri were waiting.

"New day, bitches," Quinn greeted us as soon as she noticed our arrival.

"Hello, Ava. Hello, Lilith," Suri politely smiled at us. I liked Suri because she never addressed me with derogatory names like the other girls who lacked any trace of respect for me. "Gosh, I love your shirt," Suri complimented the daring outfit, and I instantly retracted my kind thoughts about her. Lilith, with a smirk, shot me an "I told you so" look.

"She's not here, is she?" Lilith asked the girls, referring to someone I knew they were talking about. I had read the group message last night before falling asleep, and mighty Embry hadn't bothered to respond to her concerned friends.

"Maybe she's already left the school to avoid us," Quinn speculated.

"And leave Leigh with Sofia? No way," Suri scoffed.

Looking irritated, Quinn blurted, "I can't believe her. Her audacity these days is infuriating me."

"She's been silent all weekend. I mean, she's hanging out with my brother. She should at least have the guts to reply to my messages," Lilith leaned on Suri's Honda bonnet.

I wanted to tell them to calm down, that Leigh didn't go anywhere on Friday, and Embry was just a replacement and a distraction for attention. That's why she's avoiding them—out of shame. But then, Embry's red Ford pulled over in the spot opposite the girls' cars.

And not one, but two people emerged from the vehicle—none other than Leigh Boyce in a cheetah jacket.

"You have to be kidding me!" The immediate response of my heart almost brought me to my knees as I witnessed the unfolding event. I paid no attention to the murmurs around the car park; all I could comprehend at that moment was "Leigh rode in Embry's car."