Dear step brother

CHAPTER ONE"Get yourself down here this instant, Jane I've been dreading this call ever since mom announced that her "husband" will be coming to get us. After Dad died, I expected Mom to get married again, I just didn't realize it would be so soon. I mean it's barely two years since he died and she already about to get married to another man. Before the wedding however, we will be moving into my, I suppose I should call him stepfather, stepfather's house. Something about it being easier after all the wedding stress and the honeymoon or some bullshit mom came up with. I don't know anything about the man other than what mom tells me about him. I haven't even met him yet. I do know, however, that he has a son about my age and he has been a widower for way longer than mom has. That's a sensible man. Waited long enough. "Jane!" That's mom's second calling. If I don't get out to go meet her and she calls me the third time, I know I'm done for. There's only a few seconds between this ca

“Girl, he didn’t!.” My best friend, Olivia, but everyone calls her Ollie, stopped in the middle of the hallway, causing more than three people to bump into her and other people and she carried on without apologizing. I’m not even sure she’s knows she stopped.“You don’t have to be so loud about it, Ollie and let’s continue working. The last thing I want is to be late to a class I already missed a lesson on. I wouldn’t be able to catch up anymore” I said, hurrying her along. If I allow it, I know we’re going to be here for a long while while she extracts all the details from me. I had just told her about Adrian being my stepbrother and what he said to me last night. I know I’m not supposed to tell anyone but Ollie is not just anyone and it’s only a matter of time before she finds out anyway. I couldn’t stop her from visiting and she’s bound to find out then. I had to tell her before then. After Adrian left my room last night, it took me quite a while before I could get some sleep and

Adrian POVI was preparing for practice as basketball is the only place I feel like myself.As I laced up my sneakers and put on my jersey, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The court was the one place where I could escape from all the pressures of school and life. It was the one place where I felt like I could truly be myself. I could forget about all the expectations and the demands that were placed on me and just focus on the game.As I dribbled the ball and shot a few practice shots, I felt my worries fade away. It was just me, the ball, and the net. Nothing else mattered. It was like therapy, in a way. I could focus on it all day long.As I moved across the court, my mind started to wander to thoughts of my family. I thought about how things had changed since my dad remarried. It wasn't that I didn't like my stepmom, it was just that things were different now. I felt like I was always trying to measure up to her expectations, and it was exhausting. All my life I've been

Jane's POV I arrived at school before Adrian which was a wholesome surprise to me. That morning, he and I said nothing to each other. I refused to start a conversation with him, and he in turn rolled his eyes at the sight of me, sneering before getting into his car. I was fully dressed and waiting for him. He honked, and I opened the door to the backseat of his car and got in.The car engine purred softly as it pulled out of the driveway, leaving a trail of silence in its wake, which eluded the car as he drove out of the house, and headed for the school. Adrian kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, not caring to glance at me once. I didn't turn in his direction either. Despite how hard it was not to take a second look at the new pair of Gucci pants and the Louis Vuitton polo he had on, I kept my gaze on the road. I was also itching to stare at his beautiful, curled hair, or lock my eyes in his, but I didn't want to be bullied. I held onto the resolve I made last night.Minutes later

Chapter NineOllie POVThe air was thick with tension as I approached the door of the classroom, my fist raised to knock. It was a hot afternoon and my heart was racing in my chest. The sweat on my brow was starting to drip down my face, but I ignored it. I needed to know what was behind the door. Or rather, who was behind the door. And why he was crying so profusely. I had told my mom the biggest lie I could think of - that I was studying with Jane in the library, and we would be unable to join her in her car, as Jane had failed the physics test. I told my mom that Jane was too sad to leave the library until she understood the topic. That didn't make any sense, and I didn't even have an explanation for it, but I simply hoped that she'd believe me and have no reason to call Jane for confirmation. I went on to tell my mother to go home without me, that I was going to come home with Jane and her mother, in their car. "Be home before six this evening." She responded. I smiled with rel