Chapter 7 - Spill It

Liam's POV

“That we live under the same roof.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because students in this school thrive on gossip and my privacy is important.”

"Is that why I should keep it a secret?" She tilted her head, a smile pulling at her mouth. "I thought you liked attention.”

My eyes stayed on her chest momentarily as her crossed hands lifted her boobs before I quickly snapped my eyes back to her face in an unnoticeable way.

“Do you want to be the most talked about for the whole term?” I asked with a raised brow.

“I don't mind.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders before she continued. “I will keep this secret on one condition.”

“Which is?”

She walked slowly till the space between the two of us was so small that I could smell her sweet smelling perfume.

“You will show me your favorite section in the library.”

“Just that?”

She raised her index finger wagging it and said slowly with a wide smile on her way.

“And we will make out there.”

A low groan left my throat.

“No way.”

“Then…” she looked around with a thoughtful expression. “I guess there is no secret to keep.”

She immediately turned her back pretending to walk away. I quickly held her hand, preventing her from walking away.

I closed my eyes in defeat. “You win but it will be the last time.”

“I doubt it will be the last time.” She said with a wide smile as if she just won a jackpot.

Ding!!

“That's the bell. You haven't even shown me enough places.I didn't get to see the cafeteria.” She complained.

“Go back to your class.”

“I will after you tell me when we will get our deal done.”

“You decide.”

“Tomorrow.” She said as she dipped her hand into my blazer pocket and took the chocolate bar that was in it which a little part of the wrapper was visible.

She tore the wrapper then bit down slowly, chewed, then licked her finger clean. I shouldn't have found that as hot as I did.

"See you after school." She turned and walked off.

The way her hips moved, deliberate and unhurried, told me she knew exactly what she was doing. Her skirt clung to her like it was her second skin. Every step gave her ass a small shake I couldn't look away from.

A bulge pressed against my trousers. I was getting hard for my own stepsister.

I always have to remind myself that she isn't just the irresistible girl I met at the party but my stepsister, to stop myself from claiming her but she is so relentless in me breaking all boundaries.

As I reached the stairs, she turned around and gave me a wink before she walked down the stairs.

A faint smile plastered on my face.

I watched her till she disappeared down the stairs, then I started walking away from the front of the library.

I had just gotten down the stairs and was heading for my classroom when I crossed paths with Sarah. The one person I don't feel like talking to now.

“Babe, I have been looking for you. Why didn't you come to the cafeteria for lunch?” She said in the same way that she always did that made me cave in.

“We are over right, so don't call me babe anymore and you don't have to care.” I said as I moved to walk but she blocked my path.

“I really didn't mean it. I have apologized.”

“I don't want to have this conversation anymore.” I warned as I looked at her with a serious look.

“No.” She said in denial. “We always break up and get back together. This time can't be different.”

I moved away so that she wouldn't succeed in blocking my path again and walked away.

“Who is the girl you brought to school today? Is it because of her?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

I stopped in a track and turned sharply, this time my face hardened.

“You should have thought about it before you cheated on me with that nerd. You think I don't see the way he looks at you?”

“I was drunk and stupid and I caught you with someone at the party too, don't you think we are even.” She moved her hand to touch me but I held her wrist to stop her before she could.

“I was with someone else after we broke up.” I closed my eyes and opened again with a crease on my forehead and said in a harsh tone. “Just stop Sarah. We are over.”

Her eyes hardened, she removed her hand from my hold and gave me the look I am so used to seeing when she doesn't get what she wants.

“I will give you space for now because we know you are talking bullshit. And I am watching that girl.” She ended her sentence with a scowl and walked away.

I almost rolled my eyes as I turned to walk to my class.

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Vera's POV

Maths class was so boring. I don't like chemistry but I am really bad at solving maths.

The mathematics teacher had barely made it out of the classroom before the final bell rang.

Students immediately started gathering their things. I did the same quickly. The last thing I needed was another round of questions or another pair of girls blocking my path.

I shoved my books into my bag and walked out before anyone could stop me.

The hallway was packed and loud. Voices bounced off the walls. Lockers banged shut one after the other. Shoes tapped and squeaked against the floor.

Even with all that noise around me, I could still feel eyes following me.

The stares had not stopped once the entire day.

I finally made it outside and walked toward the spot where Liam had parked that morning.

The afternoon breeze brushed softly across my face. It felt good after being inside all day.

I waited for about three minutes.

Then I saw him.

He was walking out of the school building, moving through the crowd without rushing. He moved with ease as he didn't mind the eyes paying attention to him, so ironic for someone who says privacy is important.

My eyes moved over him without my permission.

He looked annoyingly good.

The way he walked. The relaxed set of his shoulders. The way his hands stayed loose at his sides.

My gaze dropped briefly to his waist as he moved.

Stop it, Vera.

He reached the car and opened the driver's door without looking up. I quickly rounded to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat.

The engine started.

A few moments later, we were pulling out of the school gates. Silence filled the car.

My mind drifted back over the day. The whispers. The questions. The staring. The two girls at the classroom door.

I glanced at Liam.

His eyes were on the road. His jaw was relaxed and calm.

"Spill it.” I heard him say