บททั้งหมดของ My Hot Step Brother Wants Me: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

TatianaThe aggressive sound coming from my alarm had me grumbling loudly, kicking the heavy duvet off my body, and cursing at the universe for forcing me to wake up at such an hour. I pick up my phone, staring at the message from Emily gushing about the first day of school and the game later today.I drag my body into the bathroom, and even after a hot shower, I still look like a newly transformed zombie. D*mn it! Why did summer break have to be over so soon? In hindsight, it was my last year of high school. Nine more months and I would be out of here and in my dream college.I hate everything about high school. One would think that despite having everything — I was on the cheerleading team, I had straight As, a bright future at Yale, and of course, a rich mother —my life should be perfect.It was everything but perfect.I walk into my closet and rummage through the endless rows of clothes, searching for something worthy of my first day back in school as a senior. I settle for a baby

TatianaWhen I make it out of the boys’ locker room, Hasan is nowhere in sight, almost as if he had vanished with the snap of his fingers. I dart outside the school, hoping to either catch him in the hallway or the at least the parking lot. He is in neither of them.Upon walking back inside to grab my things, I bypass a group of girls clearly ecstatic about Hasan’s party. My mind urges me to tell them that there will be no party, because of course, there was no party. When did Hasan have time to prepare? Surely, he just wanted to get on my last nerves. But, did he have to go this far?I grab my stuff and head back outside. The parking lot is now deserted. Panic settled within me and I sprint for my car. The bloody car doesn’t start. Again. I groan and repeatedly punch the steering wheel as though it was the cause of my misfortune. Seconds of raging and screaming at the universe, I finally feel calm. Just then, a car pulls up to me. It honks and I look up to find Emily rolling down her

TatianaDid I think Hasan is hot? Seriously? What kind of sick joke is this?Of course, Hasan is hot. Insane, drop-dead gorgeous man with f*ck*ng Arabic genes that just makes him surreal. Everyone either envied him, wanted to be like him, or wanted to be with him, and I was no different. I mean, have you seen his full, plump lips? The way he bites his lower lip, the way his brows crest cutely when he frowns, or the way his deep eyes switch from innocent to bedroom eyes that hold you under a spell? He was sculpted from another race.So, yeah. Hasan is hot.“Of course not. He’s ugly as f*ck, and his shitty personality adds to his ugliness.” I storm out of the patio, walking briskly past horny teenagers making out. There’s a voice calling out to me in the distance, but I am too furious, too annoyed to even care who it was.In seconds, I am standing in the center of the foyer, heart pounding against my ribcage. A couple walks past me, holding cups in their hands. They nod at me, mothering

TatianaI try to be in my best mood possible in school. I make a mental note to myself to nod, smile, or make side remarks anytime Emily says something. I tell myself, like I did yesterday, that if I act normally, then my need for Hasan would vanish.I wouldn’t have to get tingles anytime our gaze meets in class, or I won’t have that burning need to pull his seatmate’s hair whenever she flirtatiously caresses his arm whenever she talks to him. For f*ck’s sake, we’re in class, and she deserves detention or some kind of punishment for talking in class.I fight the urge not to walk up to Miss Treton and report them myself. She needs to do something.“Are you listening?” Emily is way too close to my ear.“What? Yes!” I grab my book to show I was listening to her. She leans back in her seat, slumping her body downward. Just then, the school bell goes off. It’s fourth period, and my last class of the day. Emily and I chose to hang outside the campus before coming back at 6 for cheer practic

TatianaThe curtains to my room are pushed to the side, and violent rays of sunlight come crashing inside, almost blinding me. I squint my eyes; the face of my mother slowly settles in my vision, her smile bright and welcoming. As I try to sit upright, my mom joins me in bed.“Aren’t you supposed to be out of town for another three days or so?” I asked Mom, brushing the sleep away from my eyes. Next to her, my alarm goes off. We both look at it before Mom focuses her attention on it, ultimately forcing me to do the same.“Aren’t you happy that I am home? Seems like your brother is the only one who loves me.” Mom says with a pout.I roll my eyes at her playfulness. “Childish much?” she chuckles, then adjusts herself.“And your brother? Was he on his best behavior?” Mom asks, looking at me sternly as though trying to find a hint of hesitation that could mean I was to lie.The answer to that should have been simple. Hasan wasn’t on his best behavior. He threw a party on the first f*ck*ng