In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Twelve The clouds are dense and opaque on the first day of my senior year, which kind of mirrors the state of my feelings. In my entire lifetime, I’ve never detested going to school so badly.

Mr. Ramirez kindly offered to drive me to school in his Rolls, which I can’t say no to, since he had made it clear that he wants to send me off on my first day. Looks like the secret of me being the Ramirez’s freeloader won’t be kept for long.

During the drive, Mr. Ramirez tried his best to easy off my nerve, but I kept tailing off from our conversation. As we approach the front gate of school, my symptom of nausea is getting worse.

The parking area is already packed with fancy cars when we get there. In my old school, everyone had limited budget for cars, and as a result it was common to see dingy second handed Honda and Pirus everywhere on campus. But things clearly work different here. Mercedes and Porsche would still be considered as normal. I just saw a flashy sport car with doors opened like wings pull into the student lot.

But our Rolls stands out, nevertheless. I feel people’s eyes flickered to me the moment I open my passenger door.

The attention is just unnerving.

Mr. Ramirez wishes me “good luck”, which I mumble a vague “yes” in return and jump off the car. As I start heading towards the front office, I let my hair fall off my shoulder, blocking all curious looks from the outside.

There’s already a long line in the front office when I walk in. It’s shocking to see how many students are transferring into this school each semester. Mom told me that this is the most prestigious schools in the city, so whenever there’s an open seat, everyone wants in.

I scan the room and try to talk to the student in front of me, “Umm, excuse me?”

He turns around with a smile, “yeah?”

“Hey. Is this the line for new transfers?”

“Yes. We are supposed to pick up our schedule and map here,” he seems to be glad for having someone to talk to. “My name is Eddie. Are you a new student as well?” He looks friendly, so I take the initiative to offer my hand. “Yes, nice to meet you. And I’m Natalia Moore by the way.” But his expression changes all of a sudden. He stares at me in shock, as if he just witnessed a ghost popping up from the thin air. “Natalia?” he repeats, “THE Natalia Moore?”

I felt a surge of bewilderment. “Yeah… I guess so?”

grows cold at that. Without saying another word and leaves my hand hanging in the

hell was

mood. Either this Eddie boy is insane, or there’s something going on without me knowing. As I raise my head to

is definitely

might become a target when everyone finds out about who I am. But can rumors spread this fast? Even if I am the stepdaughter of the multi-billionaire Shawn Ramirez,

as the line moves on quickly. Finally it’s my turn. “Your

I inform

in her eyes. And that’s when I can’t

but then quickly corrects herself. “Well, yes actually. I’ve seen your profile, very impressive transcript. No doubt you will fit right into our school. So, here’s your schedule and

short orientation and wishes me good luck. Her reaction seems normal enough, but I can sense something is hidden from me beneath the

is not so hard to find following the map. As I start walking down the corridor and approach the classroom, my heart starts thumbing crazy.

explain my situation. Fortunately, my literature teacher doesn’t give me that weird look upon hearing my name. She hands me

meet with some curious eyes-let’s just say that their looks are not exactly

girl deliberately ignored me when I asked her direction of the classroom; one guy even bumped into my shoulder while passing by, even though it’s an empty hallway. Quiet whispers of my names follow me

wrong, and I’m already the school freak. Worst part is I

That Eddie boy I met at the

a table with empty seats. But a ginger-haired girl at the same table instantly stops me, “this seat is taken.” I felt a flush of embarrassment, but

roll my eyes at her and take my seat

with rage-filled

this moment, I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and find that it’s Katherine, the pretty girl I met

and casual. She has a very beautiful and angular face, which is accentuated even more by a light apply of makeup.