Stepbrother's Darling
Every time he scores I almost cheer, almost.
At halftime, Arielle takes me to the concession stands.
“See,” Arielle nudges me. “I told you this would be fun.”
I nod, “I’m glad I came, even with the eyesore.” I jest, referring to the eye candy himself.
“Vaughn Thorne is basically a god here,” Arielle says, “He’s got the whole dark prince thing down. Total jerk, I’m sure, but damn, he’s hot so...”
“Still a total jerk.” I roll my eyes.