Derek's point of view:
"We'll always be friends forever, right?" Ronnie asked, her big brown eyes sparking at me.
I gave her a big smile. "That's right. Friends forever."
She raised her pinky finger, hugging her Barbie dolls around her face. "Pinky promise?"
She was such a shy girl. I interlocked our pinky fingers.
"Pinky promise," I said.
My eyes opened as I realized it was nothing more but just a dream. No... Not a dream. More like a memory.
A memory from my childhood. A forgotten memory, resurfacing itself out of nowhere.
Someone was stirring me up from my sleep. It was Jenkins.
"Rise and shine, Sir," he said, leaving me to swing open the vast window curtains.
A flood of sunlight blinded my eyes and I groaned, shielding my face with my hand.
"Just what's your problem, Jenkins. You're always in my hair."
"It's a quarter passed eight, master Derek," Jenkins announced. "Have you forgotten what today is?"
I returned back to bed, covering my head with my pillow. "Remind me, Jenkins. What day is today?"
"It's Monday, the 13th," Jenkins snatched my pillow away and pulled off the duvets. "Today's your first day at Griffin Elites University. Your flight is waiting."
Mondays and School are my two sworn enemies. They always get in the way of my fun.
"Fuck school. I wanna go on a boat cruise with a Blondie bitch by my side," I whined.
"You're not skipping school, Sir," Jenkins said. "Miss Veronica is all set and ready. You should too."
My eyes snapped opened and I sat up sharply. "What? She's gonna school at Griffin Elites?"
"That's correct," Jenkins replied, surprised at my shocked expression. "Didn't you know? I'm sure your father made mentioned of it to you last night."
He did? I didn't remember. Although I did remember I was a bit drunk last night so maybe he did and I didn't get the message.
There was only one prestigious school in the world that Ronnie, a new member of the Diamond family must attend and that's my school.
Griffin Elites University.
Unbelievable. She just got here.
I shook my head and got out of bed, determined to start the day on a good note.
My morning routine consisted of push-ups, a shower, and blasting loud Rock 'n Roll.
I felt that the music helped to clear my mind and get me energized for the day ahead.
I increased my music and stripped myself, locking myself in the shower.
* * * *
Ronnie's point of view:
As the sun rose over the large, sprawling mansion, I stumbled out of my bathroom.
I was about to get dressed but the loud noise of Rock 'n Roll that was banging around the house wasn't helping me concentrate.
For God's sake I've been trying to ignore it, but the noise, wherever it was coming from, was getting on my nerves.
I tied my robe tightly around my waist and made my way to the kitchen.
I found my maid, Maria, there, and asked her where stepdad and mom were.
Maria informed me that they had spent the night outside the house, leaving Derek and I alone.
I couldn't believe it.
My morning was going great until the loud noise came on, driving me insane.
I asked Maria about the noise, and she told me that it was a normal daily routine of my new stepbrother.
"He always plays his music loudly, and no one had ever been able to make him stop," Mariah said.
"No one?" I questioned. "Not even stepdad?"
"Yes, Miss Veronica. Derek always does whatever he wants."
I couldn't stand it any longer. "Take me to his room."
Mariah led the way and I marched to his room, banging on the door for him to open up.
The noise was still blaring, but I could hear him moving around inside.
Finally, the door opened, and I found myself face-to-face with my stepbrother.
He was cladded in a towel, showing off his tattoos and his well-built body and abs, dripping wet with water.
Gosh, when Daily Teens magazine rated Derek most sexiest teen last year, they weren't joking about it.
I swallowed when I saw the big bulge of his member making a bold impression against the towel.
I sharply faced him, keeping a straight expression to that hot face of his.
Derek looked at me with a smirk, and I could tell that he knew exactly why I was there.
"Can you please turn that music down? My ears are hurting," I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
"Sorry sis, I didn't know you were still sleeping," he said, shrugging and turning the volume to the max.
I couldn't believe it. Instead of turning down the volume, he increased the volume despite my complaints.
"I just told you to turn it down," I said loudly above the noise.
"This is my crib before you barged into my family," he said as well, spreading his arms and flexing his muscles. "I don't take orders from anybody. Say please and I might just reconsider."
Just who does he think he is?
"I love what you’ve done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?" I roasted him.
I heard Mariah drew in a sharp breath.
Back in high school, I was the queen of roasts and insults and I still hold my crown.
Derek's green eyes brightened then came that evil smirk that sent a chill up my spine.
He took out his remote control and reduced the music volume a little bit.
"Wow, your maker really didn’t waste time giving you a personality, huh," he retorted.
The insult hit home. My vein stuck out of my forehead in annoyance.
"Oops, my bad. I could’ve sworn I was dealing with an adult," I said, yawning.
"I’m an acquired taste, sis," he said, running his hand through his wet hair and keeping that evil smirk on his face. "If you don’t like me, acquire some taste."
This guy's good. Too good but I wasn't the one to give up.
"You have an entire life to be an idiot. Why not take today off?"
"Of course I’m talking like an idiot… how else could you understand me," he laughed.
"Since you know it all, you should know when to shut up," I snapped, my back stiff with anger.
"When you start talking, I stop listening," he fired back.
"You look like something that came out of a slow cooker!"
He stepped forward, those green eyes staring down at me. Gosh he was super tall.
"Feed your own ego," he said quietly. "I’m busy."
And he shut the door in my face. The music volume went up.
I turned around and walked back to my room, my anger and frustration still bubbling just below the surface.
I knew that this was going to be a long day, and a long life living with my stepbrother
* * * *
Griffin Elites University is a private University built for Rich kids.
That's because the school fees costs the earth.
I was supposed to be at Cambridge University by now but mom's sudden remarriage changed everything.
Being married into the Diamond family meant I must enrol at the same school Derek attends.
I didn't even need to write their exams. Step dad pulled a few strings and I was given immediate admission within twenty-four hours.
Derek and I boarded stepdad's private jet which flew us to our new school which was based in a neighboring country.
Griffin Elites got a boarding house but step dad was against the idea of his kids living in a boarding house.
So he bought a big seaside second-storey bungalow and lavishly furnished it.
The bungalow garages two cars: a Lamborghini, a Range Rover and a super power bike.
The bungalow even has its own driver and caretakers who comes around to take care of the house when we're away at school.
This whole setup looks great. I couldn't have asked for more. But there was only one problem.
I would be sharing this house with my stepbrother.
Derek and I, stood in front of our new home, staring at it as if it was some haunted house.
The harsh reality hits both of us in the face like a sucker punch.
We were going to be living together, alone, for the next five years, away from our parents, in this place.
Heat rose to my cheeks and my heart raced as I imagined what it'd look like, having Reiner, my childhood crush living alone with me in this house.
Ronnie's point of view:Today's my first day of classes at Griffin Elites.My high school life was uneventful. I wasn't popular, I had no real friends and I had no cool fashion sense. Moreover, I never dated. I dedicated my entire high school years, studying to get to university. I was more of a nerd. I wore nerdy clothes, nerdy glasses and nerdy attitude. I also gained a lot of weight. This was why I never had a boyfriend, it's because I have no confidence in myself, my looks and my body. But I made myself a promise that things are gonna be different now. Before graduation, I took a one year gym program, lost weight and got into a nice shape. I also took make-up lessons and followed tons of fashion influencers on Tik tok and Instagram. I'm a whole new person and I love it. Griffin Elites University is going to be the start of a new life for me. I'm gonna be fashionable, wear makeups, smile often, make tons of friends and be popular. Elites University being a private school
Derek's point of view:I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, feeling as if I had been hit by a truck. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to remember what happened last night. I had a hazy memory of drinking and partying, but the details were blurry.I opened my eyes to find my stepsister, Ronnie, standing over me with an expression of disgust. "What happened?" I asked groggily, wondering why she was in my room."You don't remember?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "You threw a party last night, Derek. You left a mess everywhere, and I had to clean it up."I sat up, rubbing my face. "I did?""Yes, you did," she said, crossing her arms over her big breasts. "I hate it when you throw parties. It gets on my nerves. I had to send everyone home."My eyes instantly cleared. "The hell did you do that for? Why did you ruin my fun? No one does that to me!""I don't care. We live together, and you need to respect me."I scoffed. "Respect you? This is my house too, and I can d
Ronnie's point of view:I was shocked, and it must have shown on my face. I stammered a bit, trying to explain that I was Derek's step-sister and that we had just moved into the bungalow together.The girl was not happy and she continued to glare at me with an expression of suspicion and anger. "He never told me he's got a step sister," she said, leaning towards me, her eyes squinting at me. "You're lying."It was a very uncomfortable situation and I didn't know how to handle it. All I could do was hope that Derek would come out of his room soon and diffuse the situation."Why don't I call him for you?" I asked. "He's in his room.""Don't worry, I'll call him myself," she said, then pushed me aside, walking into the house like she owned it. I was incredibly mad at her. Who does she think she is, walking in like that?I hate her. There's no mistaking it. I hate her already. I watched as Derek's girlfriend walked around the house, shouting his name loudly. It was obvious she was t
Derek's point of view:Zoey was gone the next morning as agreed. I was glad to be rid of her. She was a pain to deal with. The moment I was certain she was on the plane to London, I blocked her on all my socials and deleted her number. I had an uneventful day yesterday because I had Zoey in my hair. I couldn't even go to lectures. If there was one thing I hate the most are clingy women. With time they get boring.My lecture class ended early today and I thought to take a shower at home before going out to splurge on some new diamonds and shoes.Locking my power bike in the garage, I walked inside the bungalow. As I headed to the bedroom, I heard the shower stop. I stopped in my tracks and raised an eyebrow. Was Ronnie home?Odd that she would be taking a shower this late in the day. I hadn't bothered to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door was wide open. The bungalow only had one bathroom so Ronnie and I had no other choice but to share. Perhaps she thought she
Derek's point of view: "Derek, can I sleep with you?" Ronnie asked, her voice trembling. I stiffened, gaping at her terrified face, taken aback by her request. Outside, a thunderstorm raged on. The sound of rain pounding against the windows and the rumbling of thunder in the distance filled my room. I could feel Ronnie's body trembling as she stood in front of me, her arms wrapped tightly around me. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear. "I'm terrified of thunderstorms," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been scared of them since I was a child." I could see the fear in her eyes and I wanted to help. I asked her to tell me more about her phobia, and she explained how she couldn't be alone during a thunderstorm. She would go to her mother for comfort, but now that her mother was not here, she had no one to turn to. Another clap of thunder echoed and Ronnie buried her face in my chest, shaking in fear
Ronnie's point of view:I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The morning after the thunderstorm the other night was peaceful and serene. The sun was shining and it was the perfect day to start fresh. But as I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying on the same bed with Derek. I was taken aback for a moment as I tried to recall how I ended up in this situation. I then remembered how I banged on his door, begging him to let me sleep in his room because of the thunderstorm last night. As I lay there, I noticed the awkward position Derek's arms were wrapped around me in a spooning position. I stiffened and blushed in embarrassment as I recalled how this position was a favorite amongst couples. Suddenly, I felt something hard poking me from behind. My hand slid down Derek's crotch and I felt his morning erection. I was shocked and embarrassed. The heat rose to my face and I shouted, nudging Derek very hard in the stomach which woke him up. Derek rolled of
Ronnie's point of view:As Derek walked past us and towards his room, I couldn't help but feel a wave of shock and disbelief wash over me.How could he act like he didn't know Meg, when they had a history together?Meg's expression mirrored my own shock, as she turned to me and asked, "Who is Derek to you?" I answered her truthfully, "He's my stepbrother."The color drained from Meg's face, and I could see how uneasy she was as she heard the truth from my lips. She shifted nervously, looking anywhere but at me.I leaned forward, glaring at her. "Is Derek the guy you had a fling with at campus?" I asked, my voice low and menacing. Meg slowly nodded, confirming my suspicions."I knew it," I said, feeling a mixture of anger and disappointment. "This is so awkward."Meg looked at me with pleading eyes, "Is this going to affect our friendship?" she asked, her voice trembling.I sighed, "No, it's not," I replied, but deep inside, I wasn't happy. Derek had been the one guy I'm trying to
I was supposed to be out with my friends at the local karaoke bar, having a good time. I was supposed not to find any love interest or whatever that means. Not until Jacob showed up. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and a chiseled jawline. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim lights of the bar. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he stood across the room, watching us.My friend Meg and her two friends were up on stage, belting out a song. They were having the time of their lives, but I couldn't concentrate on their performance. All I could think about was Jacob and the way his gaze kept flickering over to me.Meg noticed what was happening and came to sit beside me. "Looks like you two like each other," she said with a sly smile.I blushed and replied, "It's not what you think it is." But deep down, I knew she was right. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Jacob and the way he was looking at me.Meg raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then why have you bee