Sunday, 24 June 2018

Oh Brother Episode 13-15

I was mentally prepared. After an evening of taking deep breaths and reminding myself that Christian was just some stupid boy, I felt ready. Ready to go home with him every single day. A small part of me hoped we would bond through this, but the other part of me wanted this to mean nothing. To just be efficient for the both of us.
Walking to where Christian’s locker was, I rolled my eyes as I realized Christian was surrounded by girls. It seemed like he always was at school, and I didn’t understand why. There was literally nothing special about him.
As I neared him, he spotted me and smiled his childlike smile, ridding me of any nerves I had left. I wasn’t even sure why I was so nervous in the first place. Just because we hadn’t spoken in a while didn’t mean anything changed. I was still a b---h and he was still annoyingly ‘perfect’. It was the way things had always been between us.
“Can we go now?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at Christian who was packing up his bag.
“Yeah, one sec,” Christian replied, raising his own eyebrows at my demand.
I couldn’t help but smile as I realized nothing had change. As you know, I hated change so this was great news to me.
“Who is she?” A blonde girl asked.
She was scowling at me from her too close for comfort position next to Christian, raking her eyes over me. From the smug look on her face it looked like she didn’t see me as a threat, which pissed me off. I glowered at her.
If it wasn’t Christian, I would’ve grabbed his hand and exclaimed that he was my boyfriend. The look on her face from that would be hilarious from that, but sadly this was Christian. There was no way I’d touch him.
“Relax,” I replied, smiling sweetly. “He’s my stepbrother and incest isn’t my thing.”
She scoffed at that and I couldn’t help but smile as Christian actually chuckled. All of the girls suddenly looked at him like he was some sort of God, causing me to roll my eyes. I found girls like this pathetic.
“Let’s go Autumn,” Christian said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Bye guys.”
“Bye,” they all said, smiling ‘flirtatiously’ at him.
I moved away so that Christian wasn’t touching me anymore and walked ahead of him in silence. Thankfully he didn’t speak either, which confirmed one thing for me. He was only doing this to be polite. That was the good guy he was, which made me feel suddenly sick. I shook the feeling away and exited the school.
“My cars that way,” Christian said from behind me. “Near the maple tree.”
“Okay,” I responded.
I quickly rushed to his car, suddenly regretting my decision because around Christian I felt like the bad guy. Even though I did want to bond with him, I was acting like a b---h. I was acting like a spoiled brat when he had offered me a ride home, knowing what a horrible person I was. My nauseous feeling returned to me.
At his black car, I waited for him to unlock the door. Once he did, I got into the passenger seat silently and stared out of window, not bothering to even look at him as he started the engine. Before I knew it we were driving home.
The ride was silent and thankfully we neared home quickly. Right now, I really wanted to go into my bedroom and blast music in there to forget about this whole event. I felt that bad.
However, as we neared our street Christian suddenly took a right instead of a left, confusing me. Frowning, I assumed he made a mistake, but he kept driving as if nothing had happened. He looked indifferent, making my frown grow.
After five minutes of driving away from home, I finally gained some guts and asked, “Christian, you know you’re driving away from home?”
He glanced at me and said, “I know.”
I frowned. I was confused.
“Why?” I asked, trying to process what was going on.
“We’re going to get some pizza together,” he replied casually.
I blinked. “What?”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yeah, but there’s food at home.”
By now I was completely confused. My mom would never force me to do something like this, she wasn’t that insane. And Stephen seemed to understand that I was unhappy, so he wouldn’t do this either. Honestly, I couldn’t even process what was going on because I thought we were pretending the other doesn’t exist.
Christian suddenly sighed as he took a right turn. “Autumn, I want to spend time with you. Okay?”
“You do?” I asked, feeling surprised.
I didn’t understand why he would want to. Today I had realized I was a horrible person. Someone you wouldn’t want as your sister. It didn’t make sense for him to keep trying. Even I had to admit that despite my pride.
Wanting an answer, I asked, “Why do you keep trying? I’m kind of a b---h.”
The corner of Christian’s mouth turned up. “Yeah, you kind of are.”
My eyes narrowed at him, but he continued, “But not always. And I understand why you’re so cranky all the time.”
“Are you trying to make me cranky now?” I asked, scowling at him.
He chuckled. “No, but I’ll be honest. You’re someone I want to get to know, so that’s why I keep trying.” He shrugged. “And despite everything, I like you.”
To my utter surprise, I felt my stomach tingle at those words. I felt what you would call butterflies, and I mentally slapped myself as I didn’t understand why that feeling appeared.
Ignoring that though, I smiled at him as I suddenly felt touched that he felt the same way as me. Just like me, he wanted to get to know me. He wanted us to bond. My smile grew as I suddenly felt really happy.
“Really?” I asked.
He glanced at me and smiled. “Yeah. Sorry for kidnapping you. I didn’t think you’d come otherwise.”
I looked down, smiling sheepishly at the truth. Despite wanting to know him, I would’ve probably disagreed. It was just what I was used to around him. Being a b---h, that was.
“Well, lucky for you I’m not mad,” I said. “Shockingly, I’d like to get to know you too.”
He broke out into a grin and my heart fluttered with happiness. For a while I had been completely alone. My own mom barely spoke or even cared about me, and my dad was with the angels. I never had siblings either, so it was kind of lonely.
But now Christian was apart of my life. I still had no idea how I felt about him, but he was something that I could hope would end up well. Someone, I hoped would be apart of the family I lacked. First I had to get to know him though. Maybe I didn’t hate him, but liking him was a path I felt like I was on.


We had bonded. The pizza day went great and ever since that day we talked more. We weren’t best friends, but slowly I was getting to know Christian. I was getting more comfortable around him too.
I found myself suddenly smiling at the thought of my life working out in my favour for once. That also the boy I had once hated was the closest thing I had to a new, better family. Life was f----d up, but at least this was a good f----d up surprise.
“Well aren’t you happy,” Dee commented, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Blush filled my cheeks as I realized I probably looked like a freak who was smiling at nothing. It was a bad habit many people had, but I never had it. Until now, that was.
“I am,” I admitted, still smiling. “You know, everything is alright for once.”
Dee broke out into a grin as I found my smile growing at the truth. The everything part was a lie, but things were definitely better. Well, maybe I was just used to things at this point.
“You’re gushing,” Dee commented, still grinning. “I’m happy for you.”
I actually giggled at that and shook my head, wondering what was wrong with me. For the past few months I had been a hardcore b---h, but now I was like a freshman around the senior she found hot. It was disgusting, but I decided to remain as the freshman because for once I was satisfied with everything. Nothing, could bring me down.
“Christian,” Cheryl suddenly said, reminding me she was here. “He’s the reason why you’re so happy, isn’t he?”
“I guess so,” I admitted a bit reluctantly. “He’s actually not much of a nuisance.”
“And hot,” Dee chirped in. “Now that you don’t hate him can you be my wingman?”
I scowled as I still felt slightly disgusted at the thought of any girl wanting Christian. More disgusted that my best friend wanted him. Maybe I didn’t hate him, but I prefered my friends not getting with him.
“No,” I replied, still scowling. “His attractiveness is still very debatable.”
“Fine, don’t be my wingman.” Dee frowned. “Just let me get at him.”
“Dee!”
Dee laughed, and I found myself smiling and shaking my head. It was nice being able to smile like this with the mention of Christian. It takes a lot of muscles to frown, so it had been tiring doing that for the past few months at his name.
“Anyways,” Cheryl cut in. “You two are good?”
I nodded, unsure of why Cheryl was so obsessed with how Christisn and I were. Before I assumed it was because she really cared about me and he was my biggest issue, but now I wasn’t so sure. We were good now, yet she kept asking questions about him.
“Do you hang out a lot?” she then asked.
I shook my head. “No, we just talk on the ride home.”
That was literally the only time we did, which was strange because we lived in the same house. I didn’t mind because I liked being alone at home, but a part of me wanted another day to hang out – like at the pizza place. Just another day to feel like we were actually close.
I found my cheeks reddening at the thought, knowing I was going insane. Literally two weeks ago I hated him, but now I was hoping we would hang out. Shaking my head, I realized how f----d up my life was. It was actually making me become a psychopath.
“Why are you blushing?” Cheryl suddenly asked. “Are you keeping something from us?”
“What?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Cheryl!” Dee suddenly exclaimed. “Autumn is happy. Let her be.”
Cheryl sighed and I smiled appreciatively at Dee. She was my best friend and I had loved her ever since we met. She was strange, but strange in a funny, not entirely creepy way. In a way I could accept.
“I’m happy for her,” Cheryl simply said. “It’s just…”
“What?” Dee asked.
Cheryl shook her head. “Nothing.”
Dee and I frowned at each other as Cheryl dug into her food. She didn’t look up once as she ate, so we shrugged at each other. Knowing Cheryl, we knew she was trying to figure something out. Trying to put the puzzle together in her own jigsaw puzzle. I wasn’t sure what her puzzle was of, but I was fine with it. Cheryl was that type of person to calculate everything, and I loved that about her. It made her interesting.
*****
I was sitting in the car with Christian, ready to go home. We hadn’t said much yet, which left us with this soothing silence that I was conflicted about. Conflicted because a part of me wanted to break it because I had a question. A question I had been wanting to ask for a while.
As Christian pulled out of the parking lot, I exhaled and gained some guts. Now that we talked more, I felt like I could ask him the question.
“Christian,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied, glancing at me as he drove away from the school.
“Did you use to fight?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous.
“What?”
I stared at him for a second, wondering if I should change the subject. The question wasn’t personal, but it would definitely be the most personal question I’d ask him yet. That was probably why I found my heartbeat accelerating, knowing I might be crossing a line.
“Like, get into fights with people at your old school?” I asked. “You were quick to throw a punch when that creep touched me and…”
At this point, I regretted asking him the question. From the way he suddenly stiffened up, my regret grew. I didn’t even know why I asked him such a question.
“Did you tell your mom about that?” Christian suddenly asked.
“No,” I scoffed. “We don’t even talk to each other.”
That was why not everything was alright. Stephen and Christian were alright, but my mom wasn’t. After the whole pasta incident we barely spoke. Other than a few words a day, we avoided each other. Well, surprisingly she avoided me at all costs. My own mother really hated me, it seemed.
“Good,” he replied, seeming to relax. “It was an accident. I shouldn’t have hit him.”
He looked at me for a second and the regret was clear on his face. It made sense though. Christian was innocent in a sense where him punching a guy right off of the bat was really surprising. Even after getting to know him more, it was the truth that he wouldn’t do something like that.
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “He touched you and I just… I don’t know. I was mad.”
Christian sighed and only then did I realize my heart was pounding. With no reason, it was. I smiled sadly, suddenly realizing something as Christian kept his eyes on the road.
Even though we had gotten closer, I still really didn’t know who he was. I knew nothing about his past, nothing about him really, and it was hard to figure him out. At this point, I realized it would take a while to actually get to know him. Maybe years. Surprisingly though, I was fine with that. With my mom hating me, I had all of the time in the world to add someone to my nonexistent family.


“Can those girls get away from him?” Dee suddenly said, causing me to turn around from my locker to face her. “He’s off limits.”
“Dee,” I said, raising an eyebrow as I knew exactly who she was talking about. “Off limits for you too.”
“Psh.” She grinned. “I know that. I’m just trying to be a good friend to you and watch out for your stepbrother.”
I smiled as well and shook my head. Looking to my right, I spotted Christian standing beside a set of lockers. As usual, he was surrounded by gorgeous girls who wouldn’t give him any personal space. Watching him talk to them, I wondered if he knew they were into him. That they didn’t want to be just friends. Knowing how dense he could be, I had a feeling he didn’t.
“I really can’t get at him?” Dee asked in a whining tone.
My attention returned to her and I scowled. Just like before, I didn’t understand why all these girls were acting like he was some sort of Greek god. There really wasn’t anything spectacular about him.
“No,” I said flatly. “Best friends don’t go for each other’s brothers.”
“But he’s your stepbrother .”
I scowled again, but before I could say anything I heard someone say my name. I froze from the familiar voice, shocked that this was happening.
“You go here?” The low voice continued to ask.
Turning around slowly, I decided to see if this situation was too good to be true. In my brain, I knew it was. But in my heart, I knew this was true. After everything bad that happened, God seemed to be owing me with Christian and now him .
Now facing the boy, my eyes widened as my heart was right. Here in front of me was Nate. The cute guy with blond hair and hazel eyes from the restaurant. Seeing him suddenly in front of me, I found myself speechless.
“Autumn,” he said. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, snapping out of my trance. “What are you doing here?”
“I go here,” he replied, smiling. “I’m guessing you do too?”
I nodded as my heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. How come I haven’t seen you before?”
“It’s a big school.” He shrugged.
I couldn’t help but smile. “And a small world.”
Nate broke out into a grin and I found myself amazed by how gorgeous he was. With his hair neatly pushed to the right, his perfect tan, and gorgeous eyes, he could possibly be the best looking guy at our school. My smile grew at the thought, knowing he once hit on me. Now my heart fluttered with hope of that again.
Suddenly, I felt someone elbow me. Wincing, I turned to see Dee standing beside me, smiling widely. My eyes narrowed at her as she looked at Nate with her large eyes sparkling.
“Nate,” I said, forcing a smile. “This is Dee, my best friend.”
“Hey,” she says, smiling wider.
“Hey,” Nate replied, smiling back.
He then looked at the clock that hung at a ceiling near us and frowned. Watching him, I wondered what had happened.
Looking back at me, he said, “Sorry, I got to go. You know, we never did get to hang out cause of your stepbrother. We should soon.”
I broke out into a grin as that was exactly what I had wanted. For him to still want me, even with my annoying stepbrother. Slight blush filled my cheeks.
But as I opened my mouth, I was interrupted once again.
“Didn’t I scare you off last time?”
All three of our heads whipped to our lefts to see who had spoken. To my annoyance, it was Christian. He had his hands shoved into his leather jacket pockets and was walking towards us, looking unpleased with the situation. My eyes narrowed at him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, completely forgetting about how much we bonded over the past few weeks.
Ignoring me, Christian asked Nate, “You go here?”
“Yeah,” Nate said, looking just as unpleased with the situation as Christian.
“Well, I hope you stop hitting on my little sister.” Christian raised his eyebrows. “She’s too young to date.”
“Excuse me?” My eyes widened. “You’re not my dad. You’re not even my brother.”
To my surprise, Christian’s eyes narrowed at me. He looked annoyed of me, which was insane because once again he was ruining my chances of being with an incredibly cute guy. My eyes narrowed back at him.
“Autumn,” he said, almost patronizingly. “I’m trying to watch out for you.”
“Why?” I hissed, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
“Because I’m your stepbrother,” he replied simply, looking like he was already tired of this conversation.
As he looked away from me, I suddenly felt furious. I felt like yanking his shirt to bring him to face me, and then telling him to leave me alone. That I did not need someone watching over me. That I was not the delicate little thing he treated me as. But instead of doing that, I took a deep breath in. My mind was still muddled up with angry thoughts, so I decided to say the first thing on my mind.
“Christian,” I said. “We may talk now, but you still meaning nothing to me. You need to realize we’re not a family, and that you have no right to interfere with my life. So do us all a favour and leave me alone.”
Christian had been looking away from me, so I couldn’t catch the expression on his face. However, I did catch the way his body suddenly stiffened. Being as mad as I was, a part of me felt satisfied knowing I caused him to do that. It showed me my words stung.
Suddenly, Christian looked at Nate and said, “I expect you to stay away from her. Got that?”
Despite wanting to punch Christian, I looked at Nate. He looked both awkward and nervous, making my anger for Christian rise. Once again, Christian had ruined my chances with him.
Without saying another word, Christian just left. He turned around and walked away, leaving me watching him with anger burning within me. Shaking my head, I decided to forget about him for now. It was Nate who I needed to talk to.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking back at Nate. “This always happens around you and I know it probably freaks you out, but… I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know.”
That was the truth. I didn’t know why Christian felt the need to protect me from Nate. He was just a guy and I was a teenager. Dating was what people did at my age, yet Christian was acting like it was a sin. I didn’t understand.
“It’s okay,” Nate said, smiling nervously. “You know, I still want to get to know you. Even with your stepbrother, I want to.”
With those words my anger vanished. It slipped away and now I felt the blossoming of butterflies within my stomach. Despite my freak of a stepbrother, he was willing to still get to know me.
I smiled. “Really?”
“Really.”
My smile turned to a grin.
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