Sleeping With My Stepbrother novel Chapter 24

"I wanna break up Justin" I said

"O-oh" Justin finally mumbled after a couple of seconds, before deciding to take a seat on the swing next to me, not even caring about the fact that it was damp.

I bit my lip to stop the tears the was about to fall, but apparently my emotions had been bottled up so much, lip-biting wasn't doing anything anymore.

"Can I...can you at least tell me why?" Justin asked after minutes of silence "Was it something I did? I mean... the next time we were supposed to see each other was when I had to pick you up because we were gonna spend the weekend at the lake. Wha....what happened?"

Silence.

"Is it about the lake trip? Was that moving too fast?" Justin asked again.

It was breaking my heart to see Justin wonder if he did something wrong. He was a nice guy and he didn't deserve to think that he was the one at fault.

"It's not you, Justin. It's me" Ahh yes. The famous ‘it's not you, it's me" break up line’, "You were... a really great boyfriend. I don't want you thinking that something was wrong with you, nor that you did anything to make me break up with you."

Silence.

"It's just... I like you. A lot." I said " And that's the problem. Because I like you so much, but I'm.. in love with someone else"

Oof. Bull's eye.

Justin was suddenly nodding, like something had clicked.

"I knew something was going on" he began, and now I was confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, catching on with what he was talking about.

"A few nights ago, when I found you and Luke drinking at your house's mini bar" Justin said, and I began worrying.

Not because Justin just learned that I was in love with his best friend.

I was worried because he might think that having relations with my stepbrother was beyond incestuous and crazy.

But then again, I didn't really care.

"I know what you're thinking" I began

"Oh please. Don't even try to deny it" Justin interrupted "You two have been avoiding each other like the plaque all summer. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that there's something going on between you to. And that it has nothing to do with the fact that you two are step siblings as well"

"We're not even related you know" Was the only thing I could say to defend myself "I'm really sorry Justin. I know tonight wasn't what you were expecting"

"Really wasn't" Justin said sarcastically, but I chose to ignore it simply because I had just broken up with him and he had the right to be sarcastic right now.

Justin then got and up and began pacing

"Did you sleep with Luke?" Justin asked, and it took me a moment to figure out how I was gonna answer it.

"Truthfully?" I began "I had met Luke before our parents even got married. He was only supposed to be a one night stand" I smiled a bit, remembering how Luke and I met.

It wasn't the prettiest story. Hell, if I was Ted Mosby, I'd skip that part or just make up some other story as to how we met.

"But yes. I did" I continued. Justin sucked in air, and you could see he was mad and disappointed and sad.

It was a really really bad moment.

Thunder roared through the sky.

I realized that I didn't bring any umbrella with me, but at the same time I wasn't gonna bother Justin to drive me home. Not after I had just broken up with him.

"Thanks for telling me the truth. I appreciate it" Justin said, before another thunder roared through the sky, making us both look up at the now lightning-filled sky. "Do you want me to drive you back home?" Justin asked. I can't believe that he still had the audacity to ask that after I broke his heart, making my heart ache even more.

Even after getting his heart broken and after learning that I was in love with his best friend, Justin was still being a perfect gentleman.

God, I am officially the worst person on earth right now.

"No. I'm good. I need air" I told him as I wiped the tear off my face and began walking away without hearing another word from him.

I was away already, and part of me hoped that Justin wasn't that dumb to follow me, but the other part of me, the asshole part of me, that is, was hoping he would.

I don't know how long I was walking nor did I know where I was going. I just needed some goddamn air.

At some point, I got to a 711, attempted to buy a pack of cigs, and when that was unsuccessful, I just bought a large cup of slurpee and sat by the parking lot for god knows how long.

And yes, people passing by looked at the crying girl sitting at the parking lot gulping slurpee while flipping said people who couldn't mind their own business.

I didn't know how long I was just sitting there. I also didn't know where I was.

I wasn't sure if I was done crying already, but my tears had temporarily stopped and my slurpee was already gulped down so I left and walked again.

And just as I thought things wouldn't get any more cliche, I felt the the first drop of rain on my nose, then on my cheek, until it all poured down.

You know what's the dumbest part in this situation?

It was the part where I knew it was going to rain, but I didn't bother flagging a cab or riding public transportation or something,

No.

My egotistic, selfish, idiotic self decided to just walk home. In the dark, without even thinking about the possible dangers or rain that might happen.

And yet, even though I was soaking wet—and not the sexual kind—my idiotic self still continued to walk, not even bothering to at least stop by a convenience store or gas station some shit like that to wait until the rain stops.

As I continued walking, I heard a car honk behind me. Thinking that I was way too in the middle of the road, I moved closer to the side walk and mindlessly continued walking to where I was hoping would lead back to my house. Detours was highly entertained right now.

But as soon as I did that, I heard the car stop behind me and the door open before slamming close.

Logically, what I should do in this situation was to start running before something bad actually happens to me and I get kidnapped and thrown into the back of that car behind me.

But the weird part? I didn't feel danger. In fact, I suddenly felt safe.

"Kylie" Luke shouted behind me, along with the squishy sound his shoes made on the wet road.

Thinking my mind was playing tricks, I turned around. Sure enough, there was Luke. I just didn't feel like stopping, since after what just happened with Justin, and given what had happened earlier, Luke was definitely the last person I wanted to see.

Not taking any of my bullshit, the squish sounds of Luke's shoes now sounded like he was moving in a faster pace, until I felt his hand grab my arm, and I was soon face to face with Luke under an umbrella.

"We're going home" Luke said, definitely furious af, before he began pulling me.

But of course, the stubborn side of me decided to pull my hand off his grip.

"No. Leave me alone" I said before turning around again, only to be pulled by Luke yet again. By now, even with the umbrella, we were getting wet with the pulling game we were doing. And no, it's not the sexual kind.

"Are you dumb? You're walking in a dimly-lit street late at night where possible rapists and kidnappers might see you, and you want me to leave you alone? No. We're going home" Luke said agressively as he gripped my arm tighter, and after a few attempts of trying to pull my arm off his grip, I just stopped and followed him to his car.

I sat down on his passenger seat, slightly worried about how his leather seat was now being soaked because of how wet I am, but mostly I wasn't thinking straight. I was just pure devastated.

The entire 10-minute car ride was silent.

As soon as we stopped in front of our house, nobody dared to move. And the only sound that could be heard was the hard rain dripping on his car roof.

As soon as I was sure that he wasn't making any move, I decided to open the car.

"What happened?" Luke asked, breaking the silence, stopping me from opening the car door.

I sighed.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said in a low tone

"Justin just texted me saying you walked away from the park after he offered to drive you home but you declined and he didn't know what else to do because apparently you dumped him. That was three hours ago, by the way. And I spent those three hours looking for you, instead of doing something more important stuff like do a final run down of my things before I leave tomorrow. You're lucky our parents think you just left on your weekend getaway with Justin because if they found out that you were missing the past hours, police would be looking around town for you right now" Luke said. "So what. Happened" he added, sternly.

I turned to take a peek at Luke, and even though the only light source was the dimly lit car light, I could see Luke was hella furious.

Wrinkles were beginning to crease on his forehead from stress. And I don't blame him. He was about to leave tomorrow for England and here I was, just straight up stressing him out than he needed.