STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 31

Scarletts P.O.V

The next few days go by in a blur with preparation of your graduation. Oliver's gone visiting his mom for a few days, and his absence is surprisingly more agitating than you thought. Finally, after hours of makeup and outfit choices, you and Bri have arrived at school for the graduation ceremony. You're eager to see Oliver gain.

"God, you still looking for him?"

"No. Just checking to see who's here."

Okay, well its not a total lie.

"Sure... you haven't taken your eyes off that door"

"So what? I'm looking for my parents too"

"Mhm. Or just super homed in on the dude who's fucking you"

"He is not!"

You narrow your eyes and glance around at the people passing you. Bri's lack of privacy always results in your business being spilled to strangers. You glare at her, and cross your arms over your chest.

"Can you say that any louder? Damn"

"Whatever. But you know its true"

"You're a pain in my ass"

"But why would he even go back there after the whole mom's boyfriend incident?"

"Its still his mom"

"Not worth it to me"

You shrug, purse your lips curiously as you continue to search the crowd in pursuit of his familiar dark eyes.

"Oh shit. Is that Theresa?"

"What?"

"Over there?"

Bri points over the other side of the hallway down towards the C entrance to the school. You squint, peering ahead only to frown when you make eye contact with her. And alongside her is Oliver, looking irresistible in dark slacks an a blue suit jacket, with his hair styled out of his eyes.

"What the hell is she doing here?"

Why the fuck is he with her?

And of all the days for this shit to happen, it happens when I have to walk on stage in front of the entire school.

You frown, about to pull your gaze away from hem when his gaze shifts and makes constant with your priori get stare. He narrows his eyes scrutinisingly, but his expression is unreadable. You run your tongue over your teeth, and roll your eyes before looking away from him.

"Yep. That's them"

"Did he really bring a fucking date to your graduation?... what the hell is his problem?"

Well, honestly, it seems like I'm the one who has the problem

I keep trusting a player

You run your hand over your styled hair, gently arranging the bangs slightly out of your eyes, before you clear your throat.

"Doesn't matter. I don't care."

"Scar-"

"No. Bri, its fine. I'm not going to let it get to me. I don't care enough about him to let me."

Liar.. and here they come... great.

"I'm about to say something-"

"God, please don't. I don't want to make a scene, and its the last thing my parents need to know"