The Badboy is my Stepbrother
My mother is engaged to THE James Sullivan, my school’s top sponsor and the father of the boy whose existence is a curse to me.
Wait, does this mean that that devil's incarnate will be my stepbrother? Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I don’t know when Sullivan snr moved through the room, but he’s now sitting beside my mother, steady eyes looking me over, confidence that you’d expect from a millionaire of his caliber, oozing off him.
It’s like looking in a mirror, one that shows you what your high school tormentor will look like twenty seven years down the line. That bastard will age like fine wine instead of the rotten milk he is.