Oh Brother - S01 E21

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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

“It was so much fun,” I gushed to Dee, leaning against the locker next to hers. “I would do it all over again.”

Dee smiled. “Your date with Nate was that great, huh?”

I suddenly blushed, realizing I hadn’t specified who the person was. To make it worst, Nate was definitely not the person I was talking about. It was actually Christian, who had given me the best Sunday of the year.

Seeing my reaction, Dee frowned and then asked, “Wait, you’re not talking about Nate?”

I shook my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed. At this point, I knew my friends would think I was obsessed with Christian.

Dee broke out into a grin after I finished shaking my head. Her eyes brightened up and I sighed, knowing what would happen.

“Christian, you had a lot of fun with Christian?” she asked.

I nodded awkwardly. “Yeah.”

“Okay, you definitely don’t hate him anymore.” Her grin grew. “Do you love him, actually?”

“Yuck!” I exclaimed at those words. “Even if he’s a part of my family I would never say those words about him.”

Dee laughed. “You will soon.”

I scowled and she laughed harder. Shaking my head next, I found myself smiling at the thought of the future. Maybe I didn’t have any blood related family, but at least I had some sort of new family. One that wasn’t perfect, but was the closest thing I had to one it seemed. I wasn’t just talking about Christian either. Stephen was kind of a cool guy as well.

“I still can’t get at your gorgeous brother?” Dee suddenly asked, growing serious.

I groaned, tired of this conversation we seemed to always have. She needed to realize no means no.

” Dee you can’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her. “You can’t now, you can’t ever. Okay?”

She frowned. “Why can’t I? You don’t hate him anymore.”

“But he’s still my stepbrother. He’s off limits.”

“Why?” She tilted her head slightly with curiosity evident in her eyes. “Why does that even matter anyways?”

I huffed and tried to think about a smart yet sassy remark to shoot back at her. To my disappointment though, I couldn’t. Not even a small reason could come to my mind.

Eventually, I huffed again. “Because, okay.”

Dee opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by a guy saying my name. The both of us turned to face the owner, and I found myself smiling at the guy I recently went on a date with. Even with our bad date, I was glad to see he hadn’t given up on me.

“Hey,” Nate said, smiling at me.

“Hey,” I said, feeling my stomach stir at the sight of his handsome face.

Some things were too good to be true, and it seemed like Nate was definitely one of them. He was gorgeous. His face looked sculpted from Jesus himself. Glancing at his body, I wondered if his body was also sculpted as perfect as Christian’s. My face reddened at the thought and I mentally slapped myself. I had no idea what I was thinking.

“Are you okay?” Nate asked, frowning as I quickly nodded my head.

“Yeah,” I lied. “I’m great.”

“Your face is red… You sure?”

At that, my cheeks heated up even more. From my peripheral vision I noticed that Dee was watching me, tilting her head as if deep in thought. Horror rose up within me at that, wondering if she’d find out about what I thought. If she did, I would transfer schools.

Trying to change subject, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Nate’s eyes brightened up. “I want to ask you out on another date.”

My heart lightened at those words and I forgot all about my embarrassment. Nate asking me on another date so soon was touching. Self esteem boosting, as well.

“Sure,” I said, grinning. “Where are we going this time?”

“The New Year’s Dance,” he replied. “That’s fine with you, right?”

With everything going on in my life, with all of the flipping around with liking and hating Christian, I had allowed a lot of the holidays to fly by. Usually I would dress up for Halloween and we would buy a turkey for Thanksgiving, but this year we did nothing. Probably with all of the drama going on, none of us were in the festive move. I know I wasn’t. Nate asking me to a New Years dance was both thrilling and scary due to that.

“Sounds great,” I replied eventually, forcing myself to snap out of my thoughts. “Text me, okay?”

“Okay.” Nate grinned. “I’m shocked your stepbrother isn’t hunting me down in the hallways for taking you out on a date.”

I laughed awkwardly at that, getting a reminder of the day from those words. If he hadn’t did what he did, I knew Christian would’ve been hunting Nate down. In fact, I doubted Nate would be alive at this point. I still didn’t understand why Christian hated Nate, but by now I knew what Christian would do to this boy. He had the muscles to do so too.

Shit . My face turned red as a picture of Christian’s body flashed before my mind. By now I had to urge to slam my head against a locker so that I would get amnesia and erase the memory from my mind. It was literally haunting me at this point.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nate asked again, frowning.

“Yeah,” I lied again. “I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

His frown grew as I flatly said that, and he turned around and walked away. I sighed at that, knowing as usual I had scared him away. Unlike Christian, I had a bad feeling that Nate wouldn’t take my random b---h moments for long. I sighed at that.

“What was that about?” Dee asked.

“What?” I asked tiredly, wanting to forget about what happened.

“Why did you keep blushing?” She tilted her head slightly as curiosity filled her eyes. “What were you thinking about?”

At that, I blushed. It took everything within me to not bash my head into a locker, knowing I was truly a psychopath. And as usual, it was Christian who was turning me into one. Not my mom who hated me, not my new dad who could never replace my old dad, but an eighteen year old boy who happened to be both nice and annoying, but fun as well.

Dee smiled as I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. Holding my head up defiantly, I knew there was one response I could give to my best friend.

“Nothing, it’s none of your business,” I said.

She pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes. “Ouch. I’m your best friend. We’re girls. We tell each other everything.”

“Not this,” I replied, smiling as her pout grew.

“Why not?”

“It would show you and myself that I lost my mind,” I admitted, knowing the truth.

I had once hated this boy. Hated him so much that I wouldn’t care if a car ran over him. Only six months later was I now having his bare chest flashing before my eyes, making me nervous in that disgusting, teenage hormonal girl way. This was not who I was, and it showed me that Christian was turning me into a psychopath.

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