In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Fourteen Alex’s eyes widen immediately at that. His mind must be spinning with confusion right now. I felt queasy, partially because of Alex’s hesitated reaction, but also Eason’s deathly glare at us. I can see from the corner of my eyes that Eason’s hands are clenched into a tight fist, as if the next second he’s going to throw a punch at Alex. Why he hates Alex so much is beyond me, and I try not to be so self-conscious to think that this is all about me, but it’s always nice to see him get pissed off.

But if Alex turns me off right on the spot, it’s going to be a huge price for me to pay.

I hold my breath, while waiting for Alex’s response. “This is ridiculous,” Eason’s tone is cold and jeering, “Why do you think he’d be willing to go with you?”

I sniff. “I’m not asking you, aren’t I?”

“Just saying the obvious. You can’t just grab someone randomly from the street and ask him to

But his sarcastic comment is interrupted by a simple word from Alex.

“Yes.”

My heart race dramatically increases, as I look at him unbelievably.

Did he just say “yes”? As if to reconfirm what he just said, Alex reveals a gentle smile to me and repeats himself,“ yes, I would love to come to the ball with you. I’m so glad that you asked me.”

A surge of gratitude and warmth passes through me, as I can’t help but smiling back to him. He must have sensed the awkward situation that I’m in. I feel bad for using him like this. I’ll thank him later.

Eason’s jaw tenses, seems like he’s trying hard to suppress the anger. “Charming,” he says through gritted teeth. “Guess I’ll see you guys at the ball.” He turns his hells and leaves us, with Valerie following him closely. She intentionally knocks on my shoulder and mutters a “loser” with a voice so loud that everyone can hear. What a baby. Seeing the drama has come to an end, the crowd finally scatters. I finally get the chance to turn to Alex, as it happens, he’s also looking at me. We lock eyes with each other, then burst into laughter at the same time. “Well. May I get a chance to drive my dance partner home? If she’s fine with it?”

I giggle, “I think she just said yes.”

As we start heading towards the student lot, I take the chance to apologize to him. “Sorry about earlier…that I cornered you that way.”

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“Not at all,” he assures me. “I’m happy to do it. I was planning to do some training on the ball night, but it might be nice to take a day off. You know, to shake off some stress.” Alex drives a fairly new Volvo, which got completely buried away by the flock of fancy cars in the parking lot. But I’m somehow relieved that he’s not a member of the rich-brat club.

drive home, we start talking about his training, which is when I find out that we have so much in common. We both spent some time down south, fell in love with the sea and dedicated ourselves to windsurf. He even offered to introduce me to his

town house. He hits on the brake and smiles at me widely, “guess I’ll see you here

meet up at school? You don’t need to pick me up.” “Hey I’m happy to do it. It’s not like you forced me into anything.” I begin another round of stammering thanks, and clumsily climb out of his car. He waits till I get inside the house and wave him goodbye through window, then finally drives away. Mom is in the living

guy from school,” I try to push down the corner of my lips, but eventually fails at it.” He’s taking me to the homecoming

mom would be elated at the news, but her chuckles stop short, as clear

made you think that?” I

him to take you shopping, I also expressed my

know anyone at school, so I was afraid that

“Mom. Please. Please tell me you didn’t beg him to take

her slim fingers together nervously. “Well, technically, I didn’t beg him. Because he offered himself before I

her stoutly. “I appreciate your effort. But I’d rather go to this ball alone, than having Eason take me out of pity. Me and him are never going to be friends, no matter how much you

by my sudden increase of volume. I turn my back

room, I notice a very nicely wrapped box laying on my bed. It’s a delivery from that designer brand store that Eason

the bed and stare dejectedly at it. The moment I open that box, so many painful

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memories will be unleashed. These memories all involve the same person, who occupies

chest, grasped my heart, and squeezed it. Now I’m forced to realize that I have let him into my head and myself to be

give these back to him after the ball and

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mood for a whole week. I can hear people talking about it everywhere. Even in the middle of a class, chattering and whispers about the ball business still won’t fade into the background, no matter how hard teachers have tried to bring

Valerie and her minions have lost their interest in me. As long as I keep my head down and avoid any confrontation at all ends, school life

my makeup and hair. For the following two hours after school, I’m forced to sit on

the stylist’s words come as a salvation to me. “All finished. You can check it out now

to my face, but he made a special effort to highlight my almond-round eyes and thick eyelashes. My lips are wearing a peach-pink lip gross, which made them even more plumpy. Mom is dabbing the corner of her eyes with a tissue. “My god honey, you look so beautiful. Whoever is

blinded her. I sign and remind her

should quickly get dressed. We are running short on time. You

and the stylist exist the room, leaving me some privacy to get changed. When I’m alone, I finally open the box and takes out

under the cloth. I have decided to give back this dress and