Free Bad Boy Stepbrother by Sybil Ling

Chapter One

 
    “Late for school,” Mom
screamed from the bottom of the stairs.   Didn’t
she get tired of saying the same thing every single day?   Yep, I was late. Guess what, I didn’t
care.   Shane cared even less.   He probably wouldn’t even make it past the
school gates.   The only times he went in were
when he had practice or a game.   The rest
of the time, he didn’t think it was important to show up.   What a loser!
    If we went at the
same time, he’d just go on about me being a loser and it’s not fun to hang out
with him and his friends. They talk about having sex with me.   That’s all those jerks did.   Talk about either my big boobs or butt.   Every time I go past one of them when they
come to visit, aka steal some booze from Mom or Dad, that’s all they talk
about.   “Jess, come sit with us and have
some fun riding one of our dicks!”
    Jerks.
    Then again, Shane has
turned into more of a jerk these days, especially when I caught him on the
phone.   He didn’t like it.   I thought he was on the phone with one of his
cheerleader groupies.   They’re so damn
sad.   I mean, sure he was sexy like Enrique
Iglesias.   That is what they all called
him at West Down High. Enrique’s twin brother.   But one thing about Shane was he could sing, and he loved dancing and
showing off his sultry voice.   Anyway, he
had issues.   I was so lost in my thoughts
that I didn’t hear him come in my room and slap me on the butt.   Yep, he was my brother.   You wouldn’t think it the way he just came in
my room unannounced and was too friendly with his hands sometimes. It really ticks
me off.
    “Hey, what you
thinking about? You coming or what, sis?”
    Number one, I wasn’t
his sis.   We were both adopted, the thing
is I was adopted before him.   I only
found out years later.   He was adopted
when he was eight.   He came to live with
us, and it was great until recently.   That was when he started acting like a real jerk.   Winding me up and annoying me all the
time.   He changed three months ago.   I was still trying to figure out why, but we
just didn’t speak.   How do you hold a
conversation with someone who is either high or drunk most of the time?   I left my door open and was just about to get
my backpack.   I turned to face him and stuck
my tongue out.   I know, childish, but he
just wound me up.
    “Don’t do that. I
hate it when you do that.”
    I sounded like a
whining teenager.   That’s because he got
under my skin.
    “Get ready. We’ll be
late.”
    “Seriously?” Why did
he even pretend? What was up with Mom? Didn’t she know he never went? Why did
everyone excuse all the crap he did?   I
stuffed my books in my backpack.   I
wasn’t sure why he was so concerned about us being late. He was never on
time.   I was just about to ask him that,
but then he left the room.   I could hear
mom screaming my name, “Jessica, you’ll be late again.”
    It was the final week
of school. It felt pointless even going in, let alone taking books.   I walked down the steps with both Mom and
Shane waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.   They had the biggest grins on their
faces.   I knew they were up to
something.  
    “So, you have a good
day, Jess.” Mom kissed me on the cheek as I walked out of the door with
Shane.   He had one arm around my
waist.   I hated the way he was acting so
friendly.  
    As Mom shut the front
door and we got to the end of the drive, he said, “Have a good day, sis.” Then he
kissed me on the forehead like a child.   I wished he would stop calling me that, and God knows how he got to graduate.   The boy never went to school.   I knew he wanted something; he was probably using
me as an excuse to skip school.   I wished
he would just skip out of our lives too.

 

Chapter Two

 
    “What’s up, Jess?”
Mandy asked as I approached the school gates.   Mom and Dad refused to get me a car, so I was still taking the school
bus.