In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 14

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.

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

flies by so fast. Before I even realize, the car has already pulled over in front of the town house. He hits on the brake and smiles at me widely, “guess I’ll see you here

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 room, pretending to read a novel while simultaneously peering over her shoulder. When I turn around, she

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

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

is absurd. “What made you

to take you shopping, I

know anyone at school, so I was afraid that you’d end up going alone. And naturally

Please. Please tell me you

in panic, as she begins to twist her slim fingers together nervously. “Well, technically, I didn’t

messing with my business,” I suppress my anger the best I can and tell her stoutly. “I appreciate your effort. But I’d rather go to this ball alone, than having Eason take me

obviously shocked by my sudden increase of volume. I turn my

laying on my bed. It’s a delivery from that designer brand store

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

Fi teen

the same person, who occupies my

sorrow, like someone has cut open my chest, grasped my heart, and squeezed it. Now I’m forced

me. I’ve decided to give these back to him after the ball and clarify things with him one thing for all. And that’ll be the end

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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 orders back into

keep my head down and avoid any confrontation at all ends, school life isn’t so bad at all. I quietly

get ready. And despite my vehement protest, mom has invited a stylist to our home to do my makeup and hair. For the following two hours after school, I’m forced to sit on the chair quiet and still and let the stylist dresses me up like

as a salvation to me. “All finished. You

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

I sign and remind her

should quickly get dressed. We are running short on time. You don’t

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

back this dress and the necklace to

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