Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3
I found myself blasting Eminem songs in my room, wanting to forget about the world. Two long weeks had passed since the bowling incident, but I was still mad. Mad that I lost to stupid Christian. To his perfect self. The thought drove me insane, which was why I was listening to Eminem.
The thing I loved about Eminem was that he seemed to be angry in a way that made you feel good because someone knew your pain. Someone, was actually experiencing it as well. That was how Eminem made me feel.
I suddenly heard a loud knock on my door, making me pause my music. It was my mom, I knew. She was probably going to tell me to lower the volume on my speakers, which I found annoying. Ever since Stephen appeared she didn’t seem to be my actual mom, so I didn’t understand why she thought she had the right to give me instructions like that.
Sighing, I walked up to my bedroom door and opened it. My eyes widened when the person I saw wasn’t my mom. It was Christian.
Quickly, I closed my door slightly, so that he would only be able to see me. My room was a mess. A complete mess because magazines were scattered across the ground, posters were stuck hastily onto the wall, and I had a huge pile of dirty clothes in one corner of my room. If golden boy saw that, he would be disgusted.
“Hey Autumn,” Christian said, looking nervous.
“What do you want?” I asked flatly.
A month had passed since Christian moved in, but I still hated him. Actually, I hated him more after the bowling match. Everything about him and his perfect self was just so infuriating.
Christian sighed. “Your mom wants us to go out one more time. As a family. School is going to start soon and… Yeah.”
“Why?” I asked, exasperatedly. “Haven’t we spent enough family time together.”
“Not enough.” He raised an eyebrow. “You still seem to hate my dad and I.”
I glowered at him. “That will never change.”
“What did we do to make you hate us?”
“Just leave,” I snapped, growing tired.
I quickly shut the door, wanting Christian to leave. The thing I hated about Christian the most was the fact that he didn’t seem to hate me. In fact, he wanted us to get along. He wanted us to be the ideal family, which s----d for him because that was impossible.
Groaning, I then realized I had to go to wherever my mom would take us. She would never let me miss out on our family time, which was incredibly annoying. So sighing, I got dressed in blue jeans and a white graphic tee, and then went downstairs.
I didn’t know why my mom wanted to take us out to a restaurant. We were all perfectly capable of eating at home, but she had insisted on it. I wasn’t complaining though, because I loved Chinese food, and we were now at a buffet filled with it.
“This is a nice restaurant,” my mom commented, looking around the restaurant as she sat down with her food.
Once I also sat down, I looked around as well. The restaurant was simple, but cute with its walls painted with fishes in ponds and bright lights hanging from the ceiling. There was also a blue and red theme to the place, which I liked because those were my favourite colours.
“It’s lovely,” Christian said, sitting right beside me. “Thank you for taking us here, Alice.”
My mom blushed and I nearly gagged. Around Christian she was like a typical teenage girl. Swooning over all of his actions and treating him like a god. I hated it.
“It’s alright,” I muttered, just wanting to disagree with Christian.
My mom frowned. “Autumn…”
“Don’t listen to her,” Christian quickly said. “She’s just cranky after listening to Eminem.”
I scowled at him. Christian seemed to want to get on my good side, but he was doing a lousy job at that.
“Oh.” My mom smiled. “I don’t understand why people listen to that man. He’s just so… Angry. It can’t be healthy to hear him rap whatever he feels.”
“I love Eminem,” Christian quickly said, sounding honest. “I feel like he understands pain in a way that makes you respect him, even though he has no filter to what he says.”
My eyebrows raised at that, but I made sure not to look at Christian as I began to dig into my food. For once, I agreed with what he said. I was also kind of happy to hear that he had good taste in music.
Stephen soon came and the three of them began to chatter away. I didn’t talk at all. I just ate quietly as they talked. No matter how much my mom wanted us to be a happy family, I didn’t care. Some feelings could never change and that was how I felt about Stephen and Christian.
After ten minutes, I realized I had finished my food. Everyone else was still eating, so I got up by myself and walked outside of the room we were in. Outside was where rows of trays of food were at, so I went there and grabbed some noodles and shrimp tempura.
With a filled plate now in my hands, I inhaled the sweet, incredible smell of the food. My mouth even began to water as I closed my eyes briefly, welcoming the scent. Even though I wasn’t enjoying my time with my family, I was happy to be able to eat Chinese food.
“The food is amazing here, isn’t it hun?” I suddenly heard someone say.
I quickly opened my eyes and became surprised to see an attractive boy standing in front of me. He had blond hair and brown eyes, giving him an innocent look. The smile he was also displaying to me was quite beautiful, which made my stomach stir with butterflies.
“Yeah, it is,” I said, smiling. “The shrimp is the best.”
“It is.” The guy’s smile grew. “My name is Nate and I think you’re pretty. What’s your name?”
Blushed instantly filled my cheeks. “My name is Autumn.”
“Like the season?”
“That’s incredible.” He chuckled lightly. “Do you want to hang out?”
The butterflies in my stomach seemed to be having seizures as my stomach felt extremely uneasy – in a good way. I was kind of surprised a cute guy like Nate was hitting on me, but I was extremely happy too. Today was definitely going to be worth it if we hit it off great.
I opened up my mouth to agree to his request, but I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. A large, warm hand that made me look up to see who it was. To my shock and disappointment, it was Christian. A serious looking Christian, who had his eyes glued on Nate.
“Sorry,” Christian said, forcing a smile. “She’s spending time with our family.”
Nate frowned. “You’re her boyfriend?”
My jaw dropped and before I could say anything, Christian said, “No, I’m her step-brother.”
“But, can’t she spend some time with me? I just want to get to know her.”
“No.” Christian pulled me closer to him, so that my back was now pressed against his chest. “Bye now.”
I scowled as I felt Christian’s hard muscles on my back. His hand was still on my shoulder, making me squirm away from him. I didn’t know what he was doing, I didn’t know why either. But, I was now furious. He had no right to interfere.
Turning around quickly to face Christian, I snapped, “What the hell! This is none of your business.”
Christian didn’t react. He just stared at me with a neutral expression, angering me even more. My hands even clenched into fists as anger boiled through my veins.
“What are you doing!” I exclaimed.
“I’m protecting you,” Christian simply replied.
“Protecting me from what?” I asked, exasperatedly. “You’re the only one causing me problems lately, so you should be protecting me from you.”
To my surprise, Christian flinched. His eyes widened as well. Ignoring his reaction, I turned around to face Nate. To my disappointment, his eyes were also widened.
“Nate, I’m sorry,” I said tiredly.
“Maybe I should go now,” Nate replied, still looking shocked.
Before I could say anything, he turned around and walked away. My butterflies seemed to die painfully as he walked away, knowing I lost my chance at being with a cute guy. Knowing it was Christian’s fault, I felt my veins boil again.
Turning around quickly, I began to scowl at Christian again. “This is your fault.”
Christian shrugged casually. “It is.”
“Stop acting like it’s not a big deal!”
“It isn’t a big deal,” Christian shot back, finally losing his patience. “He’s just one guy.”
My hands clenched into fists again, but I turned around. I then walked away, knowing I would lose it in front of everyone if I continued talking to Christian. He had that effect on me and I hated it.
Completely hated it because I knew I would get in trouble for it in the end. Not Mr. perfect, but me. That was how life would work from now on.