The Badboy is my Stepbrother
That bastard will age like fine wine instead of the rotten milk he is.
No, James Sullivan Junior can’t be my stepbrother. It’s a trap, a death sentence and my mother is the one brandishing the knife against my throat.
“Addie, um…this is James. I know you said you didn’t know him earlier but surely you recognize him from school.” My mum says carefully.
“Hi, kid. I don’t want to jump the gun here on the off chance that you don’t recognize me. But, like your mother said, I am James Sullivan and I have collaborated with Nexus High since its inception.”