บททั้งหมดของ Unhealthy Obsession With My Stepbrother : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Jessica's POV. Our bodies brushed as soon as we crouched together and I was nothing but a trembling mess. I had never expected that a day would emerge where I would be standing so close to the man who looked like he was having a hard time breathing with me even close to him.I didn't mind whatever was going on, but at the same time, I was very particular about what I wanted out of life because it was very funny. "What are we going to do now?" My eyes strayed to his, ignoring the pit of butterflies in my stomach. I was one of the few people who managed to keep their real attitude in check, but even that was not enough to save me, especially when it came to looking straight into his eyes. I knew that I was supposed to banish the thoughts of us ever being an item, but there was still a glimmer of hope. There was something that told me that they could probably be an us if I just pushed further enoug

Jessica's POV. I walked carefully into my room avoiding coming in contact with my mother because then I would have to start explaining about what wasn't even in the works, and honestly speaking I didn't want to be in such a dilemma. I was more than elated to have my life together but not at the detriment of what I could have been. I didn't want to have stress written all over me the next morning because I had a test. My mother came knocking at midnight or so I thought and I opened the door, shocked to see Seth standing outside my door staring into my face. "I want to discuss something with you." He addressed and walked in without waiting for my invitation. I couldn't blame him because this was my house but I deserved some form of courtesy even if he didn't possess any. It wasn't too bad if he proved to me that he wasn't just some tyrant like everyone had rumored that he was. I had no ill feelings towards him, but he didn't make it easy for him to be liked. Instead I started thi

Jessica's POV. Ding!!! "Girllll... I don't know what you are doing over there but I know that you need to attend the party of the summer!" Hazel screamed through the receiver making me roll my eyes in annoyance. Of course she was going to come up with shenanigans that only she was blessed with! It was something that she enjoyed doing that sometimes pissed me the hell off but I tried to keep calm and pretend like it was nothing to me when actually it made me feel weird. "Hazel, can you tone down your excitement? It's kind of too early, don't you think?" I asked. "You must be kidding me right now. So the frat party is going to be held tonight and as you know everyone is invited. Did you know that Roosevelt would be there? It's going to be a plus for us because now we can finally have a chance to be at the same standards with other girls!" She was speaking as though she was talking about the best thing to ever happen to mankind. "And I'm guessing the only time you could call me f

Jessica's POV. School didn't seem as exciting as I envisaged because I knew that my mom was in a dilemma but just didn't know how to tell me the truth and no matter how much I would ask, I knew she was going to come up with a litany of excuses. It irritated me that she was covering up when she could just come out straight and tell me what the hell she was battling with. I was also very content with whatever I had but right now I felt angry coming to school because my mother didn't deserve to be treated poorly by any man no matter who they were.I didn't think I cared about whatever anybody wanted to do to me but as long as my mother was involved I was going to fight tooth and nail to make sure that she emerged a winner. There was nothing that I could do to stop the attachment I had with my mom..."Hey..." Someone placed their arms around my neck causing me to move forward and backward as I turned to see who the person might have been. Roosevelt shot me a small smile. "I'm so sorr

Jessica's POV. This reminded me of high School but most annoyingly the part that I never wanted to remember because it always made me feel sick to my stomach wondering how people decided to make other lives a living help because they believe that they could. Initially, I didn't think that it was necessary for anybody to go ahead and to do whatever they liked to others because they believed that they were somehow on a status different from the rest. The only thing that I kept looking at was the fact that they would never be anyone like me to defend myself. "I don't want to talk to you. There are polite ways of approaching a person in case you are suddenly forgotten." I reminded her. "I didn't ever come to you so that I could be insulted." She hissed.I adjusted my arms to face her directly. From the way I have seen my mother cower in the presence of the truth, especially when she could have fought hard for it, I decided not to take such steps and become even a more drastic coward