Forever Love (4 page)

"Cocky bastard arent we?" I say in a voice that is way too high to be my own.

He walks towards me, the guys gotta be about six feet tall and he towers over my five foot six frame. He stops next to me, bending down and whispering in my ear.

"Wanna help me dry of?"

Aaaaand the spell is broken. I hate cock sure motherfuckers and this one just makes me want to gouge my traitorous eyes out. The guy obviously thinks he's god's gift, hell he is but there's no way I'll let him win this. I flick my long blonde hair over my shoulder, biting my bottom lip before running my tongue over it, his eyes following the movement. I bring my face in close to his, looking into his deep green pools.

"If I did that, you'd just get all dirty again." I say in a low seducing voice.

His eyes visibly darken and his breathing becomes fast. I know I'm having an effect on him and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel good. His eyes flick between my lips and eyes as a smirk spreads across my face.

"I eat guys like you for breakfast. If you want a girl to bow at your feet and suck your dick, you should call your redhead girlfriend. Have a nice night." I say as I move away towards the bathroom, ignoring the fact he's still standing there staring.

"She's not my girlfriend." He yells to my retreating back, doesn’t make a difference to me either way.

I just about stop myself roaring with laughter, I so love getting one up on egotistical dicks. I have a feeling, however, that I just drew the lines for war and fuck if I'm not gonna win.

Chapter 3

Noah

That girl is such a fucking cocktease, walking around the joint with her tight ass and full perky tits. I can't believe what she's just done. Damn, that shit's never happened before. I've been trying to work out since the minute I saw her how I'm going to get her into my bed. As soon as I saw her standing in my living room, her blonde hair tied on her head, bright blue eyes shimmering, something in me snapped. A few minutes before I'd been looking forward to getting a blowjob from Brandy but as soon as I saw Liv, Brandy didn’t even exist. I almost felt sick at the thought of what I was gonna do with her and that’s all kinds of fucked up.

I don’t know what I'm gonna do with Liv, well I do but that girl's got some attitude that needs straightening out. With all the raging bitches in this town she's definitely gonna make more than a few enemies, especially with the way she looks. She's the hottest girl I've ever seen and that includes magazines, porn and TV. Hell, hot doesn’t even do her justice.

I get more than my fair share of hot girls but they're always lacking somewhere. This girl is fucking perfect. Her lightly tanned skin looks smooth and I'm tempted to run my lips and tongue against it. Fuck, this girl is fucking my head up.

School's gonna be hell now, as soon as the guys see her they're gonna be all over her. I'm gonna be throwing punches out left, right and center. I grab my phone from my bed and scroll through my contacts looking for the one person who I can count on to put me straight on this shit.

Its ringing, ringing, fuck, where the fuck is he?

"Yo buddy, Whatsup?"

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Im fucked dude." I say while covering my eyes with my hand.

"Shit, did you knock someone up? Is she hot? Cause you don’t want no ugly baby Mama."

I roll my eyes, guy obviously judges by his own standards.

"No I did not knock anyone up, Phils daughter moved in."

"Oh yeah, the stepsister. Is she hot?"

I groan.

"We're talking past hot."

"Fuck dude, I'll be there in ten."

"Don’t be an ass."

I'm starting to wonder how I thought Brady could help me with this.

"Is it illegal to fuck your stepsister?" I lie down on my bed, staring at the ceiling while dreading his answer.

"Nah man. Is she really that hot? I've never heard you like this before." I let out a breath of relief that I'm not breaking any freaky incest laws.

"My head's fucked."

"Shit, listen get some sleep, put some frozen peas on your dick and I'll be round tomorrow. I gotta see this if she's got you all up in knots."

"Dude, if you hit on her, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"Yeah yeah bro, whatever. Listen I gotta go man, take a pic and send it me. Cindy totally blew me off. Apparently her Nana's sick or some shit so my dicks gotta suffer."

"Real nice Brady."

"Hey, I'm young. I got a life to lead and my dick needs attention. Maybe your girl can give me some ideas."

"Fuck you asshole."

Laughing at the other end of the phone causes me to hang up. Well that was a waste of fucking time. I don’t know what's wrong with me. The way she came up against me outside the bathroom though, and the soft pur of her voice, well that shit just makes me squeeze my eyes shut. I remember the way she looked in that towel earlier, clinging to her soft curves, her wet chest just daring me to lick the water droplets from her. Fuck I need some sleep, I probably need to get myself laid, maybe then I won't be attacked by the hot seductress that is my new step sister.

***

I wake up way too fucking early with a raging hard on after being assaulted by dreams of bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and a tight ass you can bounce a nickel on. Man I need to get laid but even the thought of it with anyone other than Liv has my stomach turning. My Mom's already in the kitchen as I trudge my way in there.

"Where is everyone?" I ask while taking a seat at the marble topped island.

"Oh Liv is on a run and Phils in the shower. Chase is still in bed of course." My Mom is way too cheery for this time of the morning.

I consider heading back up to bed but damn if I don’t wanna wait around to catch a glimpse of Liv in some tight ass workout gear. Just as I'm about to pour my cereal, she comes flouncing in and well, the cereal goes everywhere. This is just embarrassing. She's in some neon green sports bra that leaves her tight toned stomach bare and some black leggings that could have been painted on her.

My Mom's fussing about me trying to clean the mess I've just made up.

"Mom, seriously I've got it."

She walks off in a huff, probably about to have a panic attack over the mess, I swear that woman's got OCD. Oh well, it gets me out of cleaning my room since she does it.

Liv's sitting at the end and I note that she's on the furthest seat away from me. She's sipping some orange juice that’s just been placed in front of her. I'm pretty sure she knows she was the cause of my cereal spillage by the smile on her face. I can't help thinking about what she said last night, about her "eating guys like me for breakfast." I don’t know why but I have a feeling I have a serious player on my hands here. That just gets my adrenaline pumping thinking about a battle of wills between us.

"Hey peeps, the Bradymeister is in the house." I roll my eyes at Brady's hollering as he comes strutting into the kitchen, guy just walks in like he owns the place. Of course my Mom loves him like he's her own, thinks the sun shines out of his ass.

"Oh Brady you’re here early." My Mom says as that damn cat zigzags through his legs rubbing himself against him.

Brady and my Mom are the only people that cat doesn’t go all Freddy Krueger on. I'm pretty sure that’s the reason my Mom likes Brady so much.

"Sylvester my main man. Yeah Mama P, came to meet the new family member and introduce myself." Brady's cat ate the canary expression has my hackles rising.

"Oh that’s so nice of you." My Mom smiles before giving him a motherly pat on the head and leaving the room.

I can tell the exact moment he notices Liv as his eyes widen and a smile lights up his whole face. The ass saunters up to her and casually leans in next to her.

"Well hello there beautiful. I'm Brady and it’s a pleasure to meet your fine self."

What the fuck, has he got a fucking death wish? She looks up at him, cocking an eyebrow, that settles my anger. This girls got attitude and I'm suddenly eager to watch this show. Brady's ego is planet sized and I have a feeling that Liv doesn’t take shit from nobody.

Chapter 4

Liv

After spending all morning out running around the rinky dink neighborhood, all I want is a cold glass of OJ and a shower. I woke up this morning with my good mood from the previous night gone to hell. I had full intentions of getting the rest of my stuff from the car but that would mean spending more time in my fucking Barbie nightmare. Seriously, there's no way that room is staying that color. It's rare that I go running but it's not like there is fuck all else to do. Usually I don’t wake up that early unless I'm running out on a guy or leaving a party. Yeah I leave parties at seven in the morning, I party hard and most guys can't even drink me under the table.

Now I'm sitting in the ridiculously big kitchen with some asshole leaning all over my OJ. He's as bad as the other one, obviously thinking he's a Greek God. He's ok I suppose, with his dark blonde hair and chocolate colored eyes. Not as hot as Noah mind you, I doubt many are though. I'd rib him a bit then shoot him down but I'm already in a foul mood on account there isn't a motherfucking Starbucks in this town. I've already eyed that swill Pam calls coffee, I'd probably get more caffeine from fucking water.

I cock an eyebrow at what'shis face, hoping to relay the message that I'm really not in the mood for bullshit.

"Listen here-"

"COFFEE, I NEED COFFEE?"

What the fuck? My Dad comes rushing through the door heading for the pot and he gives it the same death glare I'm sure I did earlier.

"PAM, WHAT'S THIS? THIS ISN'T COFFEE DEAR!" He shouts. "It's not even the right color."

As my Dad is swaying the coffee pot in the air inspecting it, dickwad has thankfully moved away. He's lucky I didn’t get to finish my sentence because I was about to go thermo-nuclear on his ass.

"I can't drink this, who wants to go for coffee at Annabelles?"

"I need to shower and unpack the rest of stuff." I pray to the Gods above that he buys it and leaves me alone. I'm desperate for coffee but I'm not in the mood for company.

"Ok well I'll give you half an hour. Boys you in?" I don’t even get a chance to refuse and I'm soon hauling my ass up the stairs for a shower. Hell, if I see dumb and dumber on the way out of the shower I'm gonna start throwing punches.

***

Annabelle's is a cute coffee shop with a homely feel to it. All the couches are brown leather and the tables are a dark oak wood. The walls are a deep maroon red with dark wood paneling the same as the tables on the bottom half of the wall. Overall it’s a pretty nice place, now just to see if the coffee tastes like piss or not. I so hope it isn't, I'm desperate for a good cup of coffee and can see myself chucking the cup at the server if it tastes like shit. There's a tall brunette a couple years older than me standing behind the counter chewing gum. She's pretty in a plain sorta way and I can tell a mile off that I'm not gonna like her. With the way she puffs her ironing board chest out upon seeing Noah and looking at him like he's her next meal, I'm about ready to kill a bitch. I'm not even gonna think about the reasons for those feelings.

"Well hello there. Welcome to Anabelles, what can I get you today?" The bitch doesn’t even acknowledge me or my Dad, her entire attention is focused on Noah and his dickwad friend.

My Dad, oblivious as always to the happenings around him, doesn’t even notice the bitches snub and proceeds to put our order in.

We sit down at a table near the back so as to avoid the draft from the door, it's pretty chilly considering it's only the end of August.

"So kids, today's Friday and it’s the last weekend of Summer before school starts. What're the plans?" My Dad rubs his hands together in excitement as if he's gonna join in.

There's no way I'm staying in tonite. I eyed a club on the next town over so I'm gonna grab my fake ID and head over there.

"Well Mr P, we got a party to go to tonight. It's gonna be awesome."

"Oh I remember the High School parties when I was your age. Aaah those were the days. Hey, why don’t you take Liv with you? You can help her settle in."

"I'm sitting right here, you know. Maybe I don’t wanna go to some stinking party. Maybe I don’t like parties."

"Liv I do not live in a bubble, I know you used to party in Atlanta."

Im sure he doesn’t know the shit I used to get up to at parties, if he did, he'd be locking me up in the basement. His naivete astounds me. What kind of responsible father encourages his teenage daughter to party? Hey, I'm not complaining, I'm just wondering what his angle is. Maybe he does live in a bubble.

"This is super weird, I hope you know that you're encouraging me to go out and get drunk."

"Don’t be silly, Liv. Noah and Brady don’t go to those sort of parties. There are no drink and drugs and it's really more of a get together. Isn't that right boys?"

Looking at Noah and Dickwad, I realize they’ve completely pulled the wool over his eyes. I'd be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed at being nestled with dumb and dumber on a Friday night.

"Yes Mr P, it's just a get together for all our friends."

I'm embarrassed. I'm embarrassed by my own father.

"Don’t worry Liv, we'll take good care of you. No need to be nervous." Noah says with that cocky smirk on his face that I'm tempted to wipe right off.

I glare at him as his smirk grows. This asshole is so gonna pay for this. I don’t doubt that he can tell I've already got plans, I'll just make sure his get ruined as well.

I start forming a plan in my head. I could get totally wasted, come home steaming and then their whole cover story will be blown to shit. That could mess up any future plans I might have so that’s a no go.

At that moment, the bitch from the counter comes swaying her hips towards us. I'm pretty sure they have servers for that shit.

"Here's your drinks. Can I get you anything else?" She bats her eyelashes at Noah, causing me to roll my eyes. Those shit moves are so nineties, nobody does that shit anymore.

"Have you got something in your eye?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your eye. Have you got something in your eye?" I say as if talking to a child, while pointing to my own eye for effect.

Bitch doesn’t even know what to say, next time she should keep her fluttering eyelashes to her fucking self. I watch as she storms off, hopefully embarrassed. Some girls really need to learn some self respect. I don’t get where in the world they got that making yourself available and flirting like you’re a damn ho would bag you a man. I know I sound hypocritical but guys come to me, not the other way round.

Noah gives a smile, not a smirk or a cocky grin but a real smile. I think it’s the first real nice smile I've seen on him. Shit, I think I'm about have a heart attack. I swear my heart just dropped in my chest. Maybe I should go to the hospital or some shit and I swear it feels like my stomachs doing backflips.

"Liv, you ok?" My Dad asks, concern all over his face.

In that moment, I swear I nearly faint from shock. No it can't be, can it? No way, Olivia Preston does not get fucking butterlies. Nuh-uh. No way. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"I'm good." I'm well aware that my voice comes out like an out of tune clarinet as my Dad gives me a puzzled look.

***

It's an hour until we're leaving for the party and I'm shaved, buffed, bronzed and whatever the fuck else I've spent the last hour doing. Upon leaving the coffee shop, I realized I only really had two choices concerning this party. Either I dress demurely and try not the bring much attention to myself which is a feat in itself, or I bring out the big guns and get that fucker Noah out my damn mind. I've only had a few interactions with the guy so I don’t get how he's so thoroughly got under my skin. Of course I decided to go with the latter choice. I'm no shrinking violet and I'm damn proud of it.

So here I am standing in front of my closet, I've now got most of clothes and shoes unpacked and in their places. I've never been one to go to a huge effort, never needed to but fuck if I don’t wanna breeze into this party and make myself known. Saves walking into my new school Monday morning and having to deal with all the whispers and stares then, might as well get the bullshit out of the way.

I search through my clothes, maybe I need to have another sort through because there's no way I'm gonna fit any more clothes in here, it's pretty much bursting as it is. I notice my baby blue strapless A line dress and immediately pull it out. Its perfect, not too slutty, not too safe and of course the color really brings out my eyes. I pair it with my Michael Kors beige patent wedges. If I was going to a club, I'd wear a pair of my huge fuck me heels but theyre a bit much for a high school party.

I pull out my make up and bag and settle on a silver shimmer eye shadow with a little mascara and some subtle pink colored Estee Lauder lip gloss. My long blond usually wavy hair is in big bouncy curls that lie over my shoulders and down my back. I gotta be honest, I look hot. Hell, I'd do me.

I shoot a text off to Trina. After telling her this morning about last night with Noah, the girl was damn near tears. Of course she thought fireworks were gonna go off. I wouldn’t be surprised if I found her camping outside with a video camera ready to catch the drama and put it on YouTube.

Going 2 party. Hope u don’t miss me 2 much ;)

I straight away get a text back.

Lucky bitch. Way 2 boring round here without u :( I want details 2morrow

I knew it. Damn girl watches way too much reality television, thinks drama's round every corner.

As I sit on my bed and pull my shoes on, there's a knock at the door. I glance at my phone, we're due to leave in ten minutes. I open the door, on the way checking myself out in the mirror. Noah's standing there in a dark blue Henley shirt, it shows off his muscular arms to perfection. His hair is styled in that just fucked look that looks as if some lucky bitch has been running her hands through it. His jeans are snug in all the right places and his green eyes sparkle as usual. The guy is piece of art.

He looks at me with what I can only describe as pure hunger. I know that look, I've been faced with that look from far too many guys, for far too long to not know it. His eyes linger on my long tanned legs, my wedges make them look a mile long.

"Your not wearing that." What. The. Fuck.

"Excuse me." I don’t care how hot a guy is and I don’t give a fuck if he gives me butterflies and some shit that I've never had before, he is not telling me what to do, much less what to wear. Not even my Dad could get away with that shit.

"You can't go out like that." If I wasn’t so confident that I look fucking hot, I'd be damn insulted.

"Listen asshole, don’t tell me what I can or can't wear. Hell, if I wanna go out in a fucking garbage bag, that’s up to me."

"Fucks sake. Come on."

Well that settles that then. I think I've definitely won this round.

I grab my purse, shoving my phone and lip gloss in it and the proceed to follow Noah down the stairs. I notice who I now know is called Brady, though I think Dickwad suits him much better, standing by the front door. Man, he's like a yappy dog waiting for his walk. There's no sign of my Dad or Pam which I'm thankful for. I cant work out that asshole Noahs problem. Why would he have a problem with what I'm wearing?

"Looking hot blondie." I give dickwad AKA Brady a thankful smile. Atleast some fuckers round here know to appreciate when something looks damn good.

I'm not sure why Noah's reaction bothers me all that much, must be to do with the butterflies and shit. This stuff is so new to me, I wish I knew how to make it stop. I've had myself blocked off to members of the opposite sex for so long, apart from in bed of course, that I don’t know what to make of these feelings and shit. Maybe it's just a case of want what you can't have. Guys have always been so available to me. They're always chasing me and trying to woo me, I've never had to go out on the prowl. Now there's a hot guy living right under my nose in the same fucking house as me, I'm itching to play with him and he's the one person in this world I can't. Firstly, he's apparently my step brother, which doesn’t really bother me. It's not like we're related or we grew up together or anything but there's also the whole drama of living together, things could get way weird way fast. Plus I'm an avid believer in you don’t shit on your own doorstep and concerning Noah, that would be literal. Well not quite but you get my drift.

Must be all the stress of moving. Yeah that’s it or maybe I just need to get laid. I know its only been a few days since but stress tends to bring out the friskiness in me.

As we walk out the door I notice the most kickass car I've ever seen, sitting in the driveway right behind my Mini, which incidentally is still full of stuff that needs to be unpacked. Now I'm no car nut but I know a fucking great car when I see one.

"Holy shit." I say while walking around it. It’s a three door metallic blue car with two silver stripes over the bonnet. "What type of car is this?" I'm guessing from the smug look on Noah's face that it's his car, which is weird seeing as though I didn’t see it yesterday when I got here. Then again, he was busy with the redhead.

"A 1973 Ford Mustang Mach 1."

I give him a genuine smile, maybe it's repaying the one he offered me earlier. I don’t often give out real smiles, the car must be turning me soft. Yeah, it's definitely the car. Noah's whole face lights up, his pearly white teeth making a show, they're just as perfect as the rest of him,