It takes me a long time to quiet down. Then it suddenly occurs to me that my eyes are all red and puffed. Feeling embarrassed, I slightly push him away.
“Can you not look?” I said in a whisper.
“Your eyes are what you are worried about?” Great, the sarcastic version of him is back.
I heave a long sign and groan, “Please let me know if you are going to begin the judging. So I can be prepared.”
He glares at me. But I’m not afraid. Somehow his angry face makes me want to laugh.
“Glad to entertain you.” He taunts.
“…Sorry.” I manage to push my lips down, “How did you find me?”
He signs. “Your mom called me. I don’t think you would take the taxi. And there’s only one bus stop near the house. So I followed the route, searched every bus stop.”
My heart twitches with guilt. What I did was childish. And he’s right, if he didn’t get here in time, something horrible could have happened.
“Maybe I should call mom.” I stutter.
I know I should call her and put her mind at ease. But my head is still a complete chaos and it’s terrifying just thinking how she would react to tonight’s event.
Eason notices my reluctant. “I can call her. If you don’t want to.”
“Really? You would do that?”
“Sure.” He shrugs, “I’ve done you two big favors today. Why not make it a third?”
I laugh and I know he’s right.
He walks away to make a quick phone call. Moments later he comes back, and I am nervous.
“What did she say?” I ask, “You didn’t tell her about the—about what happened did you?”
“No. She just asked me to keep you safe.”
I’m relieved. I can deal with mom and whatever she has to say tomorrow. Tonight I’ll be fine.
“I guess you don’t want to head home right now, do you?” he grins, “I’ve got a plan for us. Hop in.”
He goes to open the door for me.
I’ve never ridden a sport car before. The space is restricted, making my whole body tightly anchored to the seat. Guess this car isn’t built for comfort.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, fumbling for the seatbelt. Eason gets in the driver’s seat, both hands on steering wheel, squinting at me with a frown on his face.
“What?” embarrassed, I mutter. I’m a bit worried that he’d make fun of my ignorance.
The next second, he suddenly leans forward, cornering me between his chest and the seat. I immediately stiffen. His presence is so apparent, making the already confined room even more crowded. He’s so close that I can literally count his thick long eyelashes.
“Why? What do you want?” I stutter.
A slight smile touches his lips. He leans in even more and grabs something from behind my side.
“Nothing.” he sits back and chuckles quietly, “Just getting your seatbelt for you.”
I feel stupid of having my head all swirly around him. But he’s way too attractive that sometimes I forgot he’s my stepbrother.
The drive is quiet at first. None of us speaks up. But Eason seems to be in a nice mood, since he’s been tapping rhythmically on the steer wheel. When we are finally on the free road, he turns around and asks me: “Ready for something fun?”
My guard is up. His version of “fun” can’t possibly mean the same thing as mine. “Maybe, what do you have in mind?”
He grins at me widely and then turns on the music. I immediately cover my ear. The sound is unbearable! It shouldn’t be called as music, just loud, annoying, frantic noise!
“Turn it off! Now!” I shout.
“You will be thanking me soon!” he shouts back over the sound.
Suddenly he hits the pedal to the metal.
I feel my body being thrusted forward, like a truck has hit me from behind, and snapped back to the seat. The roaring engine, the howling wind and the heavy metal music are almost deafening! It’s like being thrown on a goddamn rollercoaster!
I scream on top my lung. “What the fuck! Stop!”
He slightly releases the gas, but the speed is still so fast. “Relax! Just enjoy it!”
How can I possibly enjoy it?! It’s more like torture!
But after the initial panic passes, a strange electricity runs down my spine. My mind is completely blank and my body so light that it almost feels like flying. I don’t want to admit it. But he’s right…this is thrilling!
He notices my change of expression and shouts to me over the wind. “Having fun?”
“Eyes on the road!” I scream and he laughs.
The ride is shorter than I expect. Before I realize, we have already exited the free road and pull into the city. My heart is still pounding from earlier excitement as he smiles at me, “You like it?”
“Yeah.” I admit, “But next time give me a head up.”
He laughs. “Already planning on our next ride? I’ll see how my schedule fit to it.”
I laugh along, but then suddenly realize, I must not be the only girl he has brought to a car-racing before. In fact, this sport car is such a woman killer that he must have pulled this act a thousand times.
My heart sinks a bit thinking of this. I’ve always knew Eason is popular among girls, but it has never bothered me as much.
Maybe because he has changed so much, and I’m still not used to it.
“What’s on your mind?” he can be so observant sometimes.
“Nothing.” I lie and look up. We are pulling into the driveway in front of a fancy building. “Where are we?”
“My place.” Eason kills the engine and clears his throat, “I thought…I don’t know. If you don’t want to go back home, you can stay here for tonight. I have extra rooms.”
He’s nice to me again. I look to him directly and sincerely say, “Thank you Eason.”
He casually shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. But I can tell that he’s not so use to other’s gratitude. I smile to myself and follow him into the building.
His apartment is on the top floor, the penthouse of course. When we exit the elevator and he opens the door, I immediately take in a sharp inhale.
I’ve imagined his place to be huge. But I’ve never pictured…this.
The living room is shockingly spacious, featuring a glazed wall overlooking the entire city. Soft lights come to life as we step inside, illuminating the light-colored room décor. The brown leather sofa and ivory hardwood floor are very harmonious to each other. This room looks like a picture from a home design magazine.
“Wow.” I don’t know what to say, “Wow!”
He chuckles and gesture me to come inside. “Thanks for the compliment.”
I walk around and carefully put my hand on an ornament sitting on the table. “This looks nothing like a house for a student.”
“Yeah well. I didn’t want to stay in the townhouse. So this is what I get.”
I snort a laughter. “Most student rent a studio with shared bathroom or live on campus if they don’t want to stay with parents. They don’t get this.”
“And I’m glad you like it.” He smiles as he opens the fridge and tosses me a bottle of ice beer.
I really shouldn’t be drinking. But thinking about everything that happened today, I decide that I deserve a sip.
Eason pops up his can and sits next to me, “Do you want to talk about why you stormed out this afternoon?”
I fall into silent. I still feel hurt, but I don’t resist the idea of telling him.
So I told him, from how I plan to surprise Zack on his birthday to how I got kicked out by my dad.
“That means…you are staying?” he asks. For some reason, his tone sounds odd, as if he’s trying to suppress some strong feelings.
“I guess.” I groan. “I can’t believe this. I’m so used to Miami now and I can’t imagine I must start over on my senior year.”
He doesn’t seem to be so happy. “You are only in Miami for 3 years. You were born in Boston.”
“Yeah, still.” I turn around at him, “But you know what? If I stay, I might end up in your school. That’s not so bad, is it?”
He looks at me with a gentle gleam in his eyes. Gradually, he curls his lips and forms a smile.
“Yeah, that’s not so bad.” He grins.
That smile is probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I know he’s my stepbrother and everything, but my heart race still quickens because of him from time to time.
Without thinking twice, something slips out through my lips. “Can I ask you something?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Sure.”
There’s no turning back. I take in a swallow.
“Why do you hate me?”
He looks at me for a long time, face unreadable. I suddenly feel nervous under his gaze. I want to change the subject, but he suddenly leans in and closes the gap between us.
His voice husky and gentle. And he asks me, “Why do you think I do?”
I slightly open my mouth, but no words come out of it. I completely lost track of what I’m going to say.A moment later, I stutter, “isn’t it obvious? You chase me out of your room. You shout at me at the restaurant. And you—”“And I drove around crazy trying to find you, I fought for you, and I risked getting a ticket just to cheer you up.” He shrugs, “yeah, I must have hated your guts.”I flush. That’s why he confuses me. “Thanks.”He grins, “as long as you feel better.”I truly do. The way I feel around him…it’s so new and exciting and thrill. Being with him is such an adventure that it blows my head off. I know that’s partially because he comes from a different world than I do. But I don’t hate it when he gets his rich on, not the way I hated Zack.And that’s why he’s so different.We talk for a while and finish the beer. And he leads me to the guest room.“Bathroom is inside. You’ll find anything you need…towels included.”I giggle. “Anything in particular that I should keep my h
When I finally clean myself up and step out of the room, the party has already started. Loud music is on, and a couple guys have laid out the bar section with bottles of vodka and beers. They are heavy drinkers given by their age. I’m not against party. Back in Miami, I often have small and intimate gathering with my friends. We would grab couples of cold beers and head to the beach, enjoy the evening sea air. We talk, we drink, and we dance. We always have a blast. I sign at my sudden nostalgic feeling. I miss Miami, and it’s easy and relaxing vibe. Boston is a busy and bustling city. It suits people like Eason, not me. We are indeed from two totally different worlds. I push through the crowd and try to find Eason. I want to talk to him about me staying here, which seems like a terrible idea now. Judging by the speed people pour alcohol down their throats, I better find him soon. I walk pass by two girls smoking joints and try not judge them. Then I finally spot Eason, sitting
My whole body freezes in shock. What the hell is going on?!Millions of questions whizz past my mind, as he presses my neck and keep kissing me. I know I should feel shocked or mad or even disgusted, he’s my brother for God’s sake!But I still lost myself momentarily in this kiss.His lips are cold. I can even taste vodka and fresh lemon in his breathe. His eyes closed, long eyelashes touching mine, causing my heart to flutter. I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone before.But before I get to react, he pushes me away again. Without looking at me, he returns to the couch and sits down, like nothing has happened.I gulp. And suddenly realize I’ve been holding my breath for so long that my lungs are exploding. Everyone else is clearly in shock as well. Especially Val. Her face distorts with anger.“What the hell are you doing!” she voices out my question.Eason is surprisingly calm. Still not looking at me, he takes a sip of his drink, “You wanted to see her kiss. Now you have i
Katherine lets out an audible gasp. Signed, I look up and meet Eason’s eyes in the air. He’s looking at me coldly, expression undetectable.Valerie lets go of him and walks towards me, as people hurry clear out a pass for her. She stands a few inches above me with her high heels. She looks down at me, lips curved into a sarcastic angle.“This is no place for people like you. Drop out now and leave Eason alone,” she mouths a threat.I look straight into her eyes and reply, “I earned my place in here. Fair and square. You can’t force me. And it’s none of your business anyway.”She sneers, “how? By that pathetic transcript of yours? You got in because Eason’s father pulled some strings and wrote huge check to the board. Do you have no self-esteem? Using his family like this?”My face flashes red under her question. On some level, I know she’s right. But I’m already too far deep into the war to back out right now. So I stare her back, while remain in silence.She squints at me, and sudden
“Help! Somebody helps!”I yank the door with all my might and yells. My voices and the sound of door rattling echo in the dark and empty corridor. But only death silence falls upon me.It’s getting dark outside. The tour must have left hours ago. So I’m all alone in this observatory right now. Doesn’t this fancy school have a security guard or something? But on the second thought, this is summertime. Who patrol during summer vacation?I panic a bit at the thought of that. I’m not exactly afraid of ghosts. But the thought of being left alone in an empty building with no food and water terrifies me.Mr. Ramirez said he’ll meet me after the tour. But the tour ended hours ago, and he still hasn’t come and find me. Maybe he thought I left with Eason. Maybe something turned up and he must leave in a hurry.If that’s the case, then I’m screwed.“Fuck!” I pound on the door, feeling more frustrated than ever. Nothing good has happened since I moved back to Boston and met Eason again. Maybe Val
His one hand presses me to the mirror, while the other pulls me impossibly close to his body. His lips mold with mine, taking away every shaky breathes that escaped my mouth. And as if it wasn’t enough, he sucks my bottom lips and bites it, quietly urging me to open my mouth and let him in.My mind is cloudy. All sense is lost. So I shakily part my lips, as he immediately snakes his tongue in and tangles with mine.A sign of pleasure leaves my lips as I find myself melting away in his arms. He groans and travels his hand upwards, longer fingers playing with those thin stripes on my back, causing me to shudder under his touch. The thin layer of clothing becomes nothing, I feel as though I’m naked and my panties felt dam.“Eason…” I gasp and tilt my head to escape from the kiss, trying to call back some senses to us. But he refused to listen. His hot lips trace my check, my neck and down to the upper part of my chest. I cry out as he suddenly bites on my collar bones and suck it hard. I
The clouds are dense and opaque on the first day of my senior year, which kind of mirrors the state of my feelings. In my entire lifetime, I’ve never detested going to school so badly. Mr. Ramirez kindly offered to drive me to school in his Rolls, which I can’t say no to, since he had made it clear that he wants to send me off on my first day. Looks like the secret of me being the Ramirez’s freeloader won’t be kept for long. During the drive, Mr. Ramirez tried his best to easy off my nerve, but I kept tailing off from our conversation. As we approach the front gate of school, my symptom of nausea is getting worse. The parking area is already packed with fancy cars when we get there. In my old school, everyone had limited budget for cars, and as a result it was common to see dingy second-handed Honda and Pirus everywhere on campus. But things clearly work different here. Mercedes and Porsche would still be considered as normal. I just saw a flashy sport car with doors opened like win
I follow the direction of her eyes, and immediately recognize some familiar faces.Walking upfront is no other than the school queen Valerie Vale, and next to her is Eason. She has her arm wrapped around his tightly, like she’s parading him around like a trophy.Eason’s face is calm, a bit aloof even. His eyes travel right pass the crowd, as if no one in this room is worthy of his attention. I’ve never seen him like this before. As far as I can recall, he’s never been scanty in showing his emotions around me. I wonder if he has always been like this in school.There’re six or seven students behind them, including that red-haired boy James I met at the party. They walk towards the only empty table and sit down, while the others admire them in distance.“Wow.” Katherine gasps besides me, “Intimidating, right?”“I’ve seen worse.” That would be partly lying. But I don’t want to cave in just yet.“Ok, enough of them,” Katherine snaps her fingers in front me to get my attention. “Now, the t