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?”

at that. Without saying another

hell

my head to look around, people are quick

something is

can rumors spread this fast? Even if I am the stepdaughter of the multi-billionaire Shawn Ramirez, do they

it’s my turn. “Your name, please?” the red-haired lady

I

in her eyes. And that’s when I can’t hold it back anymore.

your profile, very impressive transcript. No doubt you will fit right into our school. So, here’s your schedule and

reaction seems normal enough, but I can sense something is

so hard to find following the map. As I start walking down the corridor and approach the classroom, my heart

and walk up to the teacher to explain my situation. Fortunately, my literature teacher doesn’t give me

down the aisle, I accidently meet with some curious eyes-let’s just say that their looks are not

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 wherever I go, but as

Here I am, haven’t done anything wrong, and I’m already the school

seeing that people have already sat in groups. That Eddie boy I met at the Front Office is sitting with his new

“this seat is taken.” I felt a flush of embarrassment, but quickly gather my courage to stand up to her. “I’ll scootch over when your friends

roll my eyes at her and take my seat anyway. “No thanks. I’m fine

me with rage-filled eyes, but it’s gonna take more than staring to scare me

right at this moment, I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and

Her honey-brown hair is slightly curved to the back, seeming both stylish and casual. She has a very beautiful and angular face, which is accentuated even more by a light apply of