STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 23

Scarletts P.O.V

After a few uneventful days go by of finals from school, you and Bri find yourself laughing in your bedroom during the middle of week.

"So wait, his date is today? In the middle of the week?"

You pull your eyes from your phone to give her a look, and sigh.

"Yes, its summer break for them, and almost for us. Its not so crazy that someone would want to go on a date during the week"

You watch as she rolls her eyes, and sits up on the bed.

"Look, level with me here... Do you like him?"

"Okay fine... I like him. God. Happy?"

Your eyes widen as she laughs maniacally next to you.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Okay"

You shoot her a dirty look, and flip over so you're on your back looking up at the ceiling. Your mind begins to reel with different scenarios of what's going on with Oliver and Theresa.

Oh I bet he's using his 'best moves'. Fucking playboy.

Bri smacks your thigh and jumps up from your bed. You quirk a confused brow as she grins widely at you.

"What..."

"Get up. We're going to the mall"

She has lost her damn mind

"Fine"

"I guess we'll just go then"

Groaning, you pull yourself up, getting out of bed before moving to your closet.

"what the hell do I wear?"

Bri walks over to your and puts her hands on your shoulders, before moving you out of the way. You raise a confused brow at her.

"What?"

"Let me give you some options, because girl you need to make him drool"

Bri manages to pick two outfits, laying them out on your bed for you to choose

"I'll do the dress"

You decide on the dress, quickly dressing before you have a chance to dissuade yourself from going.

Not that I'd be able to. Bri wont give up. She'd drag me there.

You arrive at the mall thirty minutes later, unsure of what to expect.

You ignore the nervousness gnawing on your stomach and head through the front entrance to the food court, hoping they wont be sitting directly opposite the door.

I think I'd be okay if I didn't even bump into them... god, what would I even say?

You and Bri glance around the food court, and you gasp as your eyes land on Oliver sitting with Theresa at a tale. You bite your lip, engrossed how hot he looks. Your eyes wander over his chiselled face, muscular frame, but they stop when you notice Theresa laughing at something he's said.

Oh, he's just so fucking funny isn't he! This was a bad fucking idea. Fuck! Maybe I should hide?

Oh my god, he's looking at me!