You're Mine

Chapter 3: You'll Pay For This

"How is your stepbrother today?", Veronica asked.

I dropped onto bed and sighed holding the phone near my ear. "Jerk as usual."

To my best friend, Veronica, I didn't tell what Billy did on Friday night in the bathroom. For me it was endlessly unpleasant, so I decided to keep the story for myself.

Today was Sunday, and tomorrow Billy will go to my high school, where we both will attend the final grade. Soon, everyone will meet my stupid stepbrother.

"He's still not talking to you?"

"No. This morning he came down, poured a little cereal into the bowl, and returned with that to his room."

"Why do you think he behaves like he has a stick in his ass?"

"Something's wrong between him and his father. I'm trying to figure it out, but it's hard.", It's hard, really?

God, I can't take that picture out of my head! Shit.

"Do you think I would like him?", Veronica asked.

"What do you mean, I told you...he's the devil.", I muttered.

"I know...but do you think I would like him?"

Frankly speaking, I knew he was Veronica's type. That was another reason I kept the details of the meeting in the bathroom for myself. But she will soon discover how Billy looks, so I decided it was best to be honest.

"He's dangerously handsome, do you understand? Truly...dangerous."

"Well then, I'm coming."

"No, you're not coming.", I laughed, but thinking about Veronica throwing herself onto Billy, deep inside I felt a real jealousy, even though I didn't believe Billy would pay attention to her.

"What are your plans for tonight, then?"

"Before I met him and realized that he was a stupid guy, I was supposed to prepare a weekly dinner for all of us. You know...my only specialty."

"Perhaps as payback to your beloved stepbrother you can serve spicy one."

"I will not fight with him. I'll kill him with kindness. I just don't care if he wants to act like a real...dick. The worst thing I can do is let him think about how it affects me."

✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳

My mom helped me set the table as we waited for the chicken soup to be done.

"Betty, why don't you go upstairs and see if you can persuade him to come down."

"Why me?", my mother opened a bottle of wine.

She will be the only one to drink it, and she will probably need it.

"Look, I understand why he doesn't like me. He thinks I'm an enemy and probably somehow blame me that his parents aren't together, but there is no reason to behave badly to you. Just keep trying to get to him, see if you can make him to open a little.", she shrugged.

She has no idea how much he's opened the night before in the bathroom.

The thought of knocking on the door was terrifying and I didn't know what I can expect even if he opened them.

I knocked. To my surprise, he opened it immediately.

He had cigarette in his mouth. The sweet scent of smoke quickly reached to my nose. He then slowly and intentionally blew the smoke into my face.

His voice was deep. "What do you want?"

I tried to look like it didn't bother me until I started coughing.