My Step Brother

Rene'e is from Mooresville, Indiana. She lives there with her dad in a peaceful little neighborhood called Rooker Trace. Rene'e has the best friends a girl could ask for, the perfect house, the perfect life. Until her dad meets someone from Holmes Chapel in the UK and is forced to move there with her and her two kids.
Rene'e finds herself faced with a very awkward situation.

132Likes
143Comments
52384Views
AA

3. Settling In

My Step Brotherღ

Settling In

 

 

My first night in my room was okay, but I still missed mine.

 

I got up and started going through boxes of my stuff. I picked up a picture of me and my friends, I missed them so much. Like it almost hurt. I wish I could see them again and have just one more minute with them again to tell them how much I truly enjoyed our times together. I sat the picture down on my night stand next to my bed and turned on "Obsession" by Frankie J and Baby Bash.

 

I started hanging my Taylor Lautner posters on the wall when Harry walked in.

"What the hell are you listening to?" He asked with a sleepy voice. "Don't you ever knock?" I snapped back letting him know that he really was on my bad side.

"Do you know it's 9 in the morning?" "Get over it. It's 4 in the morning in Indiana, would you much rather me wake you up at that time? I gladly will tomorrow."

 

He rolled his eyes and looked at my wall. "Taylor Lautner? Really? Do you go on and on about his fake abs, too?" I looked behind me at him. "Fake abs?" I folded my arms over my chest and laughed a bit. "You jealous?" he narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, what is there to be jealous of?" He stared at my poster of Taylor Lautner in a black shirt that was wet and unbuttoned revealing his abs.

 

"Looks, his hair, body--" Harry cut me off. "I have all those things." I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Yeah, right, okay." I turned around and took out my pants.

 

Harry stood there as I turned around again. "What?" I asked. "You're kind of a bitch." He said. "PMS?" He asked smiling. "That's sick! I wouldn't even tell you if it was! And just so you know, I take being called a bitch as a compliment." He gave me a look as he watched me make my way to my dresser to put my jeans away. "Why?" He asked. I tuned around "Because I know I am one." and I went for more clothes. "Well, as long as you know it." He said with a smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him and gave him the meanest look. "If you don't get out of my room you'll find out for real!" Harry's eyes widened and then another smirk appeared. "Ohhh, sorry Sister Dearest." he laughed.

 

I pulled out my Two Directions poster and taped it to the wall. Harry walked into my room more and stared at my poster more. "God, that's even worse!" I turned around and sighed. "Don't even start with me about Two Directions, because I swear, you'll feel stupid afterwards." Harry looked at me and smiled. "I'm not even going to argue." "Thank you." I said and turned back to tape the rest to my wall. "Because everyone knows they're gay." I turned around fast and looked at him out. It was a death look, because I was on the verge of killing him.

 

"Which is your favorite?" he asked and I folded my arms. "I do not have a favorite, they're all my favorites." "Okay, who'd you marry out of all 5 of them?" he asked. "Edward." that didn't take long for me to answer.

 

Edward was the first one I ever saw and I automatically took a liking to him and when he was put into a band with 4 others on The X-Factor, I liked the other 4, too.

 

"Edward Stiles. Okay," Harry smirked and rolled his eyes. "he's defiantly gay." I snapped my finger and pointed to my door. "Out! Now!" I pushed him out my door and shut it in his face.

 

He made it worse.

 

 

Later at breakfast

 

 

I had put on my tank top, plaid shirt over that. Took out my skinny jeans and my cowboy boots and put those on, too and went downstairs. I sat at the dining room table next to my dad.

 

"We don't live in Indiana." Harry teased when he looked at me and my outfit. I didn't even look at him, otherwise I'd punch him in his face for that and this morning.

 

"Harry! Stop!" Anne said from the kitchen. "I'm just saying, you're not going to fit in dressed like that." He said biting into a piece of bacon. "I have other clothes, you know." I snapped back.

 

Gemma looked at Harry and then at me. "I have some old clothes that don't fit me anymore, if you want some more. I'd be happy to give them to you. I mean, I'm not insulting yours at all. I'm just trying to get rid of them and my cousin doesn't want them." She smiled.

 

I liked Gemma and Anne. I know I said I was going to give them a few months, but I could just tell they were good people. Harry on the other hand, he was just a douche.

 

"Hand me downs?" Harry started laughing. "No one will notice the difference, Harry!" Gemma said. "Not unless I tell them." He replied. "Why? Because you're just that big of an arse? Seriously, I need to get rid of them and Ella doesn't want them!" Anne stopped the two of them. "Stop arguing you two. Harry, leave it alone. Matty was giving you Hand Me Downs a couple years ago, so knock it off." She said. "I was a kid."

 

He was just flat out mean. I haven't done anything to deserve this kind of behavior from him.

 

"Doesn't matter, knock it off!" she repeated herself and Harry rolled his eyes and snorted. "Whatever." Gemma leaned over and smacked Harry in the arm and he leaned up hitting her back.

 

My dad looked over at me and smiled. "You getting your room set up, darlin'?" I nodded and smiled at him. "Yeah, makes me miss home though." He smiled and grabbed my hand. "I know honey."

 

I just wanted to be back home more than anything.

 

After breakfast Gemma handed me the big bag of clothes. "Thanks again, I mean, I have other clothes." She smiled. "I know, Harry is just an arse, but trust me, he's that way to me, too, you'll get used to it."

 

I brought the bag back to my room and looked through it. The clothes were cute, you really couldn't tell that they have been worn. Lots of Hollister and American Eagle.

 

I eventually put them up.

 

 

Later that night after dinner Gemma packed back up for school. "Well, I'll be back for the wedding."

 

That was just two weeks from now.

 

"Okay, bye baby!" Anne said holding her. When she released, Gemma made her way to my dad and hugged him. "Bye, Randy." "Bye, Sweetheart. Be careful." He said. Gemma then hugged me. "It was nice to meet you again, Rene'e." I smiled. "Yeah, you too. And thanks again for the clothes."

 

I couldn't thank her enough honestly.

 

"No biggie. We will go shopping sometime soon." She grinned at me and I nodded with a smile. She turned to Harry wiping the smile off of her face. "Bye." is all she said. "See ya." Harry said looking at his phone.

 

Wow, she probably hated him more than I did.

 

Once Gemma left, which was a shame. Now I had to put up with Harry all by myself, I went up to my room and grabbed some pj's and took a shower.

Once I was clean, I got out and wrapped a towel around me. It was really too hot in the bathroom that I almost couldn't breathe, so I went to my room.

 

Just as I was about to unwrap the towel, Harry walks in. WITHOUT KNOCKING AGAIN!

 

I held the towel against me. "KNOCK! FOR GOD SAKE, HARRY! You're lucky I still had my towel wrapped around me." He stared at me for a second and then looked away really fast. "Yeah, no kiddin'." He said. "Be ready by 7 tomorrow morning. We have school."  "Whatever." I said and he shut the door. I seriously didn't want to drive to school with that idiot.

 

I  waited for my hair to dry and laid down. I couldn't sleep with my hair wet, it just bothered me for some reason.

 

I was completely dreading tomorrow. I sighed and rolled over and soon fell asleep.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...