We Can't, You're My Step Brother

"He's Great And He Has A Son Around Your Age."

Mackenzie's P.O.V.

"Bye babe," my friend, Mahogany yelled.

"Bye!" I yelled back. She was a mess, in a good way of course.

"Honey!" My mom called from the kitchen. "Is that you coming in?" She asked as I walked through the front door.

"Yes, it's me mom," I said as I enter the kitchen.

"I have exciting news," she squealed. 

"Haha, what is it," I asked nervously. I haven't seen my mom this excited and happy in a while. I just kind of hoped the news isn't that we were moving to a new country.

"You get to meet," dramatic pause. "Grant!" she squealed again.

Grant is my mothers boyfriend. After my dad left us it's just been me and my mom. But about six months ago she got a boyfriend. She met him at her job. She was a nurse at his sons school. Yes, Grant has a son. I have never meet him since we don't go to the same school but, he's around my age and got hurt playing football. 

"That's great mom!" I said hugging her. If she's letting me meet him. He must be really special.

"Yeah, I really like him," she said blushing.

"Then I can't wait to meet him," I assured her.

My mom is 32, while I am 17. Yes, that means my mom had me really young. She had me at 15. My dad was two years older than my mom which means he was 17 at the time. He stayed there and supported her but, left when my turned 22 and thought she could support herself. So he left ten years ago, I was seven.

"He's great and he has a son around your age," she said.

"Have you met him before?" I asked.

"I've seen him before, but we never met correctly. He's out a lot of times with his friends," she said. It made me curious about why he's always out but, my mother didn't seem bothered by it. She continued talking about how I would love Grant and I listened, can't waiting to meet him.

Zayn's P.O.V.

"Hey! Pass me a smoke!" A guy shouted. I walked pass him, ignoring the prick.

I walked on to the dance floor I felt some grind on me. I turned around to see if I recognized the person and I didn't. It was some random guy. "Sorry Zayn," he said obviously recognizing me. 

It's not surprising since a lot of people I don't know, know me but, this party is annoying me. I shoved the guy and continued walking. I wasn't in the dancing mood anymore. I just felt a dick against my ass.

I walked towards the door when I felt someone grab my arm. I turned around to come face to face with Bambi. "Leaving already?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

Every high school has their group of sluts. And Bambi's group was it at our high school. The group consist of Bambi, Candie, and Bubbles. Of course that's not their really name but, that's what they go by. 

Sometimes I feel bad for Bubbles. She's not really a slut it's just so many guys take advantage of her because, she's gullible and an easy target. But then there's the other girls like Bambi and Candie.

"Yes, I'm leaving," I said rolling my eyes, and shrugging her hand off my shoulder.

"Why? We didn't even get to do anything fun yet. We can play truth or dare or go straight up to my room," she said trailing off.

"No, I don't feel well," I easily lied.

She pouted. "Please. I miss you."

"I just told you I didn't feel well. Fuck off Bambi," I said harshly. I didn't mean to be so harsh but, her like everyone else at this party is annoying me.

"Why won't you fuck me Zayn," she said just as equally harsh. Geez, so straight-forward.

I shrugged her hand off of me once again before, making my way outside. I was thankful when she didn't follow me out.

I got in my car and started the engine. I put my seat belt on and begun to drive off. 

The last thing I need is for an officer to pull me over for no seat belt and then realizing I'm tipsy. It's happened before.

While I'm driving I think of the steps.

Sober

Buzzed

Tipsy

Drunk

Wasted

Hehe so, I'm like half drunk.

I heard a loud horn beep and a car drove around me.

Then I saw blue and red lights flashing and sirens. 

I groan, hitting my hand against the wheel.

I pop a piece of gum in my mouth to get rid of the alcohol smell. I pull over and roll down my window, waiting for him to come up.

"Yes, officer?" I asked.

"The speed limit is 40 miles per hour. You're going like 15 miles per hour. It's a real inconvenience to other drivers can you drive faster?" he asked.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and nodded my head. "Sure thing. I have a lot on my mind and didn't realize how slow I was going," something that was partially truth.

"Just drive faster kid. I'll let you off this time," he said.

"Thank you," I said as he walked back to his car. I drove back on to the street and drove home, glad I didn't get caught.

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