All Chapters of Caught Kissing My Stepbrother.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Okay so….Update. My mother is married. Apparently she and Richard Carter have been dating for over a year and got married a few hours ago and somehow managed to keep it a secret from me, her only child, the person who lives in her house and eats her cereal.And Jace Carter, swim god and professional jerk, is his son. Which means, and I need you to sit with this the way I had to sit with this, standing in my kitchen at midnight in my ugliest t-shirt and finding out Jace Carter is my stepbrother."Absolutely not," I said, the second it clicked."Believe me," Jace said, arms crossed, looking at me with barely contained irritation. "I'm thrilled too."We stood there just glaring at each other while upstairs our parents were probably digging each other's guts without knowing that their children were having a nervous breakdown in real time.Jace recovered first and he shook his head. "Fine," he said. "We need to have a rule. Rule number one, and honestly the only rule that matters. You hav

I want to tell you I turned around and walked away with some shred of dignity intact, but that would be lying and aura farming.I just stood there, with my coffee in hand watching Noah kiss the girl with the huge tits. By the time he pulled back and spotted me, I'd slapped a smile on so fast I would later think back on this moment and shudder."Izel! Hey!" He waved me over like nothing had happened, because to him, nothing had. I mean it’s not like we were together. "Perfect timing. This is Bree." He said it so easily, kinda like he was introducing me to his favorite food. "My girlfriend."Girlfriend. I was doing all I could not to scream right there and then."Oh! hi," I said, and my voice came out completely normal, which honestly should win me an Oscar. "Nice to meet you." I said to Bree and she smiled at me."Actually," Noah continued, "good you're here. I wanted your opinion and I was thinking of doing something for her birthday, you're the artist, you'd know what's cute, right?"

The door didn't creak open like in the movies. It slammed withfull force. I jumped back from Jace so fast I nearly took out a shelf of pool noodles, which, honestly, would've been a fitting way to die. Here lies Izel Brooks, killed by foam and shame."—and that's why you NEVER leave your goggles fogged before a start," Jace said, loud, way too loud, already pushing me away. I blinked. My brain, still fully marinating in the just had his hand in my hair two seconds ago, took an embarrassingly long beat to catch up.I nodded right back, acting the part. “Yeah, that’s right, because fogged goggles are, um. Bad," I said. What am I even saying? I wondered, trying to not instantly burst into flames.And then it was just bodies. So many bodies. Coach Alvarez shoving through first, phone already up and filming, then two guys from the swim team, then a woman with a lanyard and a cameraman jogging backward in front of her, then what I could only assume was the entire athletics department, all