It was a Wednesday afternoon. Not just any old Wednesday afternoon. It was the Wednesday that changed my life completely. The day my stepbrother moved in.
I was sitting on the couch reading a book. It was one of those teen werewolf books. I was only reading it because my friend begged me to.
"Honey please clean out that extra room for your stepbrother, he'll be here in one hour".
My mom asked interrupting my thoughts. I sighed. Why is everything changing so much around here? I never wanted a new stepfamily but no, my mom had to get engaged again.
Don't get me wrong David is a nice guy. He has money, he's kind of good looking for his age and he's a very successful businessman owning one of the most top video game company's in the world.
My mom is lucky to have someone like him, he has it all. There is just one tiny problem.
He has a son.
Well, you're probably thinking what's so bad about that?
Well, David told me that his son around my age 18 or 19 I don't remember and that he's a troublemaker.
I don't think my mom needs another hard-headed teenager around the house. She already has to deal with me.
Not that I'm bad or anything I'm just very needy and kinda lazy and that's a lot on a parent.
I just don't want her to be stressed out over some boy that she didn't even have.
I went upstairs and finished tidying up the spare bedroom. I hope he likes it, if not then that's his problem.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen to find my mom cooking a pot of beef stew.
"Hey, mom, what's up?"
She was startled by my approach but soon realized it was just me.
"Oh, I'm just cooking dinner before your da... I mean David gets back with Harry from the train station." She exclaimed.
My mom knows that I'm not quite comfortable with the whole step farther thing yet. I'm glad she doesn't push me into calling him, dad.
"Do You think that he'll like my cooking?" She asked.
She looked at me with hope and desperation in her eyes.
"Uh yeah, sure mom don't be worried he'll love it," I said. She sighed I hope so honey because this is my signature recipe. It was passed down for generations." She stated proudly.
I hate to see my mom try so hard just for someone who might not appreciate it. Then again who am I to say this? Harry might not be as bad as David describes him to be. After all, everyone deserves a chance, right? I hear the front door open
"Honey we're back," David called as he walked into the house.
My mom walked up to David and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Where's Harry?" She asked. "Oh, he's just getting his things out of the car," David said.
Soon I see a tall figure appear in the doorway holding what looks like twenty bags on his shoulders like a 1960s bellboy.
He had a mop of unruly curly brown hair covering his face. He dropped the bags to the ground and swept his hair out of his face with his hand.
He was gorgeous.
He had these emerald green eyes that you could get lost in for hours and dimples the size of canons peaking through his cheeks as he smiled. Oh and don't even get me started on that soft, brown, curly hair. I just want to run my hands through it. I didn't realize I was starring for so long.
His smile soon faded as his eyes landed on me like I've done something wrong.
"Wow, staring much?" He scoffed.
I was taken aback by his gesture. I couldn't move or speak. "Hello, are you just gonna stand there and look at me or move out of my way?" He said.
I just stood there starting. Why couldn't I say anything? Why was he being so rude to me?
"Anna dear stop starring its rude honey." My mother warned
"I umm...... Sorry." I stuttered.
I quickly moved aside and looked down at the floor. "Why does he always have to choose the stupid ones?" He mumbled."
"Harry that is no way to talk to your stepsister." David scolds "She's not my sister and I don't want to be here!" Harry said.I could see David growing angry with Harry.
"Go upstairs now!" David shouted.
Harry yanked his bags up as if they were loaves of bread and stomps up the stairs with a loud thud followed by slamming the guest bedroom door.
David apologized about Harry's behavior. He said that he misses his mom and it would take him some time to get used to us.
To be honest I don't care if he never talks to me again. I'm gonna stay out of his way and I hope he stays out of mine.
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"Baby girl It's alright to be jealous but, at least I know that if I wanted you I could have you." "As if." Believe me, this is not your typical good girl, bad boy story.