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  No Ordinary Stepbrother

  Contemporary Romance

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  Chapter One

  I remember the first time mom had told me she was dating, It was

  with a man named Gary Hilman, He was nice and I could tell when I

  had first meet him, that he cared for my mother a lot – more than my

  biological father had ever cared for her. At first, just like any other

  teenage daughter, I was concerned for my mother and a little jealous

  that she was with someone new, and I felt a little pushed out of the

  picture, but as I got to know Gary, he really did want me in his life,

  and in my moms life, he cared for me just like his own.

  Gary wasn't a bad guy, In fact I went to high school with his son

  Michael who every one had a crush on, he was the football teams

  rising star, the quarter back that everyone gushed on, yes, including

  me.

  I had a crush on Michael Hilman, and when I found out my mom

  was dating his dad, I was even more excited than I had ever been

  before. Who would have thought that Michael would be living in my

  house, the very same house that I grew up in my entire life.

  I remember when mom had told me that Gary and Michael were

  going to move in with us, Of course, I was a bit apprehensive about it -

  a new guy moving in that wasn't my dad, living in my child hood

  home, It was a change for me, and I didn't like change.

  “How long have you guys been dating?” I asked mom. Giving her the

  whole, I'm your daughter, and you should of asked me first type

  speech.

  “Six months,” Mom replied, and I looked at her with wide eyes.

  “Six months!” I say out loud. A bit stunned that she has been hiding

  her dating life from me, I thought we could tell each other everything.

  “Yes baby,” Six months.

  I scowled at her in annoyance.

  “Don't give me that look Grace,”

  “You lied to me mom, you always told me that you would tell me

  everything, no matter what,” I say to her. I wasn't trying to make her

  feel bad – but it was the truth, and mother had always taught me to

  speak the truth, and say whats on my mind.

  So in reality, I was just doing what I was told.

  “I know Gracie,” She said. “Look, Gary is really great and he makes

  me happy, when your father and I got divorced I was heartbroken and

  never thought I would be able to find love again, but then Gary came

  along and showed me that I could love again,” Mom said.

  “For six months,” I couldn't get over the fact that they were dating for

  six months without me knowing.

  That would be like me not telling her I was pregnant for six months -

  which for one would never happen.

  “I know, but why do they have to live here? Michael is a jerk,”

  “Gracie, your nineteen now, I think you can handle being an adult

  around him no matter how much of a jerk you say he is, - the kid has

  been through a rough time with his mother dying and everything else,”

  That's nice, I had been having a hard time ever since my parents got

  divorced, does that mean Gary has to have sympathy on me?

  Probably not.

  “Fine,” I fold my arms in front of my chest with a deep sigh.

  Mother kissed my forehead. “Thank you baby, now go get ready for

  dinner, Your meeting them tonight,”

  Reluctantly, I did as I was told

  __

  Dinner was possibly the worst.

  Gary set next to my mom, kissing and holding her hand, mom giggled

  like a cute little school girl as he kissed her teasingly, I rolled my eyes

  and I was trying not to gag on my food while eating.

  “Can you two do this when your alone please,” I say. Both Gary and my

  mother looked at me, my mother mostly looking at me with a scowl.

  Gary cleared his throat.

  “So,” He said. As he had gone back to eating his food.

  “Do you have any plans for school Grace?”

  It wasn't any of his business, but why not enlighten him?

  “Yes,” I say. As I took a sip of my drink. “I want to be a history

  teacher,”

  “A teacher?” He questioned my dream, and I was starting to become

  infuriated.

  “Why a teacher?”

  I sit back in my chair and look at him directly in the eyes. “Because

  of my grandma,” I say. “She is the one who inspired me to be a

  teacher, she taught me, and now I want to teach others,”

  Mom decided to chime in, and I wish she hadn't. “Gracie was home

  schooled for a couple years, she finally decided she wanted to go to

  a public school when she had started middle school,”

  I sigh.

  I wasn't going to win this.

  “Oh,” Gary said. Almost sounding surprised.

  “Do you mind me asking why?”

  Before I could even speak, mom chimed in again. “She had really

  bad anxiety attacks since the age of four, it was just too hard with her

  anxiety to even step into a school, so I had decided to home school her

  my mom was a teache
r, so it wasn't hard to get one for her,”

  “I see,” He smiled. “I wish I could have meet your mother,”

  Yeah, right.

  “I do to,” Mom said. “She would have loved you more than Justin,”

  Mom chuckles, and I just roll my eyes.

  This was the start of all my problems, when I didn't need them, I

  gained them, and when I already had problems, more problems were

  created.

  So this was the start of my story, on how I had fallen in love with my

  step brother.

  __

  It had been a good year or so since Mom and Gary had been

  married. Mom and Gary were still sleeping, as I walked into

  the kitchen with my jogging suit on and There he was - Staring at me

  with his beautiful icy blue eyes I couldn’t help but think of him as a

  different person, he was so perfect in every way shape or form, I didn’t

  understand why i was feeling this way, I knew it wasn’t right because

  after all, he was my step brother. He winked at me as he walked by,

  slowly brushing his hand against my shoulder, I shivered as he did,

  and closed my eyes.

  No Grace.

  I had to say to myself, as much as i wanted to go after him, I couldn’t.

  For one our parents were home, and for another, as I said, he was my

  step brother. I sighed frustrated and headed to my room as quickly as

  possible, shutting the door and ran my hands through

  my hair. His touch.

  There was something about his touch that I had adored more than

  anything, more than his eyes, it had made my heart melt. Was it

  normal to feel this way about your own step brother? There was

  no one I could talk to about this.

  I lay on my bed, looking up towards the ceiling. “No more thoughts” I

  say out loud to myself. I pulled the covers over me and looked out the

  window, I saw that it had been a full moon outside. Great.

  A Full moon.

  The legend says people do crazy things on a full moon, and its here for

  the next day or so, lets just hope that nothing happens, like I know

  Michael wants it to.

  My mind was already corrupted with the thoughts of him touching me

  and kissing me. I stopped and closed my eyes, falling asleep.

  Chapter Two

  The next morning had come.

  A headache pounding in my head I woke up and heard Michael blare

  his music listening to the band Paramore, it was one of the main

  things we had in common, was our taste in music. I listened to

  everything and anything, even classical, however, he doesn't, its

  alternative music for him, or its metal.

  Not that music choices really mattered to me in a guy – For two years

  now, I had been single, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best

  friend, and I hadn't talked to either one of the senses, and I really

  didn't care to, since then, I haven't had any “feelings” for anyone

  because I was afraid of getting hurt again.

  I looked out the window of my room and saw mom and Gary had

  gotten in the car and left. Where they were going, I was unsure, but I

  honestly didn't care at this point what they did anymore, I had to

  worry about my life and what I was going to do about my future, I had

  a lot riding on my future, and I couldn't screw it up.

  “Great,” I say out-loud to myself. With a small sigh as I sat back on

  my bed.

  I’m home alone with him. Being home alone with him was not my idea

  of having a nice quiet night.

  I sent a mass text out to all my friends to see if they wanted to do

  anything tonight.

  After an hour, no one replied and I was ferrous. Anytime a friend

  needed me I was there, but now that I need someone no one is able

  to come to my rescue, I always wore my heart on my sleeve, but I feel

  like I should be done now, I had decided that I was going to take a

  shower and hope that my rage would calm down.

  ___

  After my shower and getting my daily routine done, Hair, teeth, got

  dressed, put on music, randomly danced around my room, took a few

  selfies, and post them on Facebook and Instagram.

  I had loved taking selfies of myself, I had so many pictures on

  Facebook of me and my friends and just everything else I do in life,

  sometimes mom thought I went a little extreme with the selfies and

  what not, but I didn't care.

  When I was done, I had decided that I was going to go jogging, it was

  a good way of releasing the built up energy and frustration that I had.

  I grabbed my Ipod and my arm band that held my Ipod while running

  As I headed down stairs I smelt something cooking after I put my

  phone in my pocket - it smelt like bacon. Confused, I head downstairs

  to the kitchen. Michael

  was making himself breakfast, I felt the sun coming in through the

  window behind him, It looked beautiful , I watched him for a short

  minute then had gone to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

  “Hungry?” He asked. He turned and looked at me. I looked at him with

  a weak smile, I had to pretend that I wasn’t intrigued by him, but it

  was so hard not to be. I wasn't one to eat breakfast really, I was lucky

  if I ate at all – my body just sometimes didn't want food, if did eat, I

  would eat something healthy, like grapes or an apple. Which was

  something I knew Michael didn't understand.

  “Thanks, but not really, I don’t ever eat breakfast in the morning,” I

  say. Which was the truth, I opened up the water bottle and took a sip

  of it. I had my jogging outfit on, and my headphones around my neck.

  He turned down the griddle and turned to look at me.

  “I See,” He said. “You should always eat before you go jogging,” I

  looked at him with a slight look of annoyance, my father used to tell

  me that as well. It was a little weird to hear that coming from him, I

  didn't think he cared about me that much.

  I just shook my head and headed out the back door, our back door was

  part of the kitchen. “I’m fine, I’ll be back in two hours,” I replied.

  Possibly in a few hours, it all depend on how I felt when I was

  jogging then put on my headphones and headed out.

  ___

  Jogging was my way of relieving stress, it was one thing my father and

  I had done together when he had lived here, but now that he lives

  seven hours away with his new

  wife and my half siblings, its hard to see him.

  I spend every summer with him, however, I had to take two summer

  classes for college this year and I wasn’t able to go, of course he was a

  little upset that he couldn’t see me, as was I, But I knew he was proud