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 I*******m.
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, has its own policy and that includes uniforms.
Standing before my mirror, I carefully picked out my outfit for today.
I am a teenage girl getting ready for school. I must look my best.
I surveyed my reflection, taking note of the imperfections I want to hide.
I reached for my make-up bag and began to apply my daily routine. I started with foundation, blending it into my skin until it looked natural.
I then moved on to my eyes, carefully lining them with black eyeliner and adding a pop of color with eyeshadow.
I finished with a coat of mascara, making my lashes look longer and fuller.
Next, I turned my attention to my school uniform.
It consists of a white button-down shirt, a navy blue blazer, and a matching skirt.
I slipped into the shirt, tucking it into my skirt.
I then put on my blazer and looked back at the mirror, admiring the way it accentuates my curves.
I realized, however, that the skirt was a bit shorter than usual. A tartan skirt.
I had purposely chosen to wear it that way, wanting to feel confident and attractive today.
I took one last look in the mirror, satisfied with what I see.
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, ready to take on the day and conquer the world.
* * * *I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as I walked through the main gates.
Walking through the busy campus, I couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from the guys as they gaped at my uniform.
I blushed a little, not used to so much attention.
As I made my way to my first class, I also couldn't help but notice the envious looks from some of the girls.
I tried to ignore them and focus on finding my way to class.
I had studied the map beforehand and knew exactly where I was going, but the campus was so big and I was so nervous that I might've gotten lost.
As I turned a corner, I suddenly stumbled upon Derek, kissing another girl.
I was shocked and didn't know what to do.
I dive out of sight so I wouldn't be seen.
From my hiding spot, I watched Derek as he caressed the girl's thigh and deepens his kiss.
My mouth ran dry just watching them getting intimate.
I've never been kissed that way.
As a matter of fact, I've never kissed by anyone. My lips were still virgin.
Derek's hands snaked into the girl's skirt and he slowly pulled down her white panties to her thighs.
His long hands slipped in-between her legs and he fingered her. The girl purred sexily in his mouth.
I instantly drew in a sharp breath.
Derek suddenly breaks his kiss and darted a glare at my direction.
I stiffened when his emerald green eyes settles at my hiding spot.
Oh no, he'll find me here if he comes around.
"What is it, baby?" Derek's girl asked.
"I don't think we're alone," Derek said, his eyes still glued at my spot.
I'm sure he couldn't see me but I could see him as clear as day.
"Let's get outta here," his girl took his arm and pulled him away. "I know a good place where we can fool around without anyone bumping into us."
Derek liked the idea and followed her lead. Before they disappeared, he casted one last glance at my hiding spot.
I breath out a sigh of relief as I quietly ran away from the scene. I had seen enough.
Derek is unbelievable. Today's our first day in school and he's already fooling around with the girls.
Scary. He wasn't called the iron bad boy for nothing.
* * * *
I was finally done with class for the day. It was hectic finding my class but I did and made it in time for lectures.
Here in campus, you see a lot of beautiful ladies and handsome guys.
Just when you thought you've seen the prettiest girl, boom, you turn to your left and here comes another girl more prettier.
I made no friends today but tomorrow I promised myself I will.
I made sure to stand out by answering questions and expressing myself confidently.
But even that was done with a lot of efforts. I was still lacking socially. I couldn't approach anyone after class cause I was anxious to.
I didn't head home immediately. I took the train to the countryside and enjoyed the scenery of the hills and valleys.
I love exploring new places. It gave me inspiration for my painting.
I found a perfect spot and painted the ocean. It took me four hours to finish.
I stared at my painting, not quite satisfied with it.
I've been painting since I was a kid. It's a talent I was born. I wasn't perfect but I keep practicing hard until I'll become great at it.
By the time I arrived home, it was dark. To my surprise, I met ten cars parked outside the bungalow.
Loud noisy music blared from the inside and my heart sank as I figured out what was happening.
Rushing inside, I met a crowd of boys and girls, partying in the living room.
My jaws dropped. What the hell? Who let these people in?
One of the guys noticed me and leaving his girl, he approached me, a drink in his hand.
"Hey, bitch. Who let you in?" He asked.
This fella was a hunk of beef. He could pass for a club bouncer if he gave it a go.
He wore our uniforms and that's when the pieces came together.
These kids are all from Griffin Elites and it wasn't difficult to figure out who had let them in the house.
Derek!
That little tramp.
"Where's Derek?" I asked him.
The hunk growled down at me. "Just who do you think you're talking to, bitch."
He reached out for my arm and grabbed it. His hand was like steel vice and he tightened it around my wrist.
A red alarm blew in my mind as I realized I was in trouble.
"Wazowski," a hard voice called out to him. "Bring her here!"
"Yes, boss," Wazowski dragged me to the chaise lounge.
A young guy was seated on the chaise lounge, legs crossed, two half naked girls fawning over him on his laps.
He was your typical bad boy.
His colourful tattoos and piercings, his charming hot face, his hard emerald green eyes and that evil smirk hovering at the corner of his lips.
"Hey, sis," he said, eyes rolling. "How nice of you to join the party. We were just getting started."
I shut my eyes, feeling a wave of anger rush through me.
Derek.
* * * *Derek stood up and walked up to me.
He was drunk, all right. His movement made it clear to me.
His hand shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling me to his body.
I caught my breath as I felt his hot air, breathing down my neck as he whispered to my ears.
"Let's dance, sis."
I couldn't believe what was happening to us. Was he really drunk or was he doing this for real?
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. I was numb. My heart was pounding against my chest and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
He began rocking our body together to the rhythm of the music, laughing and staring lustfully at me.
"I've thought this ever since we met," he said in a low sexy tone. "But you're really hot. I dig for that uniform. I can picture your naked body out of it. Mind me peeling your clothes off you? I want a taste of you."
He licked my ear and his hand snaked down my ass and he smacked it hard!
My face went scarlet and my heart raced fast.
That does it! I can't take it anymore.
I swung my hand in the air and slapped him so hard on the cheeks his weight lifted off the floor and he crashed back to the chaise lounge and blacked out.
Everyone stopped dancing suddenly, watching the commotion that's just happened.
I turned around and yelled at them, my face flushed and angry.
"Party's over. Everyone leave now or I'm calling the cops!"
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
I could feel my heart pounding as Derek cornered me, his entire body crowding me against the wall. I tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. Fear consumed me as I realized I was trapped.As I looked into his cold and dark eyes, I could feel the anger and irritation radiating off of him. His gaze was so intense that it felt like he was piercing right through me. I could see the fury building up within him, and I knew I was in trouble."Who the hell is that donkey?" Derek demanded, his voice booming in the small room."His name's Jacob," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm despite the fear that was threatening to overwhelm me."Where did you meet him?" Derek asked, his tone sharp and accusatory."At the karaoke bar," I answered, feeling a knot form in my stomach."Why are you afraid?" Derek demanded, his expression darkening with anger.I managed to free his grip on my hair and took a step back, my heart racing."Because you're scaring me," I admitted, my voic