The Stepfather

The week at school always go by in a blur. I drown out the rest of the world by listening to my music. I do my work only because I don't want to fail again. When I get home, I pull my ear buds out and groan when I hear an unfamiliar voice. "Aria!" my mom, Heather, yells. "Come here please." "No," I yell back, frowning. "Aria,” she says warningly. "Mom, I look like s**t. I have homework and -" I stop as I reach the doorway to the living room. There is a guy sitting next to my mom with his arm around her. He looks like he's in his mid twenties while my mom is thirty nine. "Aria, this is Ryan. We've been seeing each other for a while and we got married today,” she says. I cross my arms over my chest, leaning in the doorway. "Am I supposed to say congratulations?" I ask. "Welcome to the family, dick." "Aria, please,” my mom sighs. "Please," I mimic. "How old is he anyways?" "I'm twenty five," Ryan says. "He could be my brother," I smirk. "You're okay screwing her wrinkly -" "You should go to your room,” he says. I raise my eyebrows. "Who the f**k do you think you are?" I snap. "You just marry my mom one day and think you can tell me what to do? Well you can't. You're not my dad. You're not my stepfather. So don't expect me to treat you like it." He stands up, fixing his white button up. "Look, all you have to call me is Ryan. And I only expect you to treat me and your mother like human beings." "f**k off," I growl before stomping off. I go upstairs and slam my door shut. Does she think this is really okay? Sometimes I can't stand her. She divorced my dad when I was ten and I haven't seen him since. This is the first guy she's ever brought home and she just ups and marries him. Unbelievable. The next morning, I go downstairs and open the refrigerator. I bend over and reach to the back of the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. When I stand up, I see something in the corner of my eye. "Good morning," Ryan says, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leans back against the counter. I take a moment to check out his abs. Nice. "Could you be any creepier?" I ask, rolling my eyes. I turn my back to him as I sip on the water. "You should probably wear more clothing from now on,” he says. I choke slightly on my water, realizing what I sleep in: a sports bra and extremely short shorts. I turn around as I put the cap on the bottle. "No one's usually up when I am. Maybe you should go back to your mommy's house until I can move out," I smirk. "Oh, you'd just love that,” he says. "I would. This is my house, I'm not going to change the way I live because you're here." I put the water back into the refrigerator, taking my sweet time. I wink as I walk away. Asshole. ******************************** "Thanks for picking me up," I say, climbing into Owen's truck. "No problem. Want to hang out at my place or yours?" he asks, beginning to drive. "My house. Just warning you though, my mom ran off and got hitched yesterday," I say. "No way!" he says in disbelief. "To who?" "I don't know. His name's Ryan. He's twenty five." "Damn. If I knew your mom was into younger guys, I would've hooked up with her,” he smirks. I punch his arm. "You're an ass." Owen and I have known each other since middle school. When we got into high school, we had a make out session and it became a regular thing. We've never gone further than making out and touching though. Sad to say, I'm a virgin but only because I want to be. He wants to go further but I won't let him. We go inside and I drag him upstairs to my room where he pushes me down onto my bed. He lays on his side next to me, leaning down to kiss me. His hand settles on my thigh as he continues kissing me. As his tongue slips between my lips, his hand trails up between my legs. My lips part and a small sigh escapes my lips at his touch. His hand continues moving up until it's at the top of my jeans. "Owen..." I warn. "Just wait,” he says with a small smirk. He unbuttons my jeans before slipping his hand beneath my black lace panties. His lips crash against mine as I feel him down there. A quiet moan escapes my lips as his finger sinks in me. There's a knock on the door but I don't worry about it. My mom goes away if I don't answer it. Owen continues as he kisses my neck. The door opens and I look up to see Ryan. "What the f**k are you doing?" he yells angrily. i could just kill this guy. Owen quickly removes his hand as he stands up. "I'll go." "Damn right you will,” Ryan nods, looking furious. "I'll walk you out," I sigh, standing up. I button my jeans before walking with him downstairs where we stop at the door. Ryan is at the bottom of the stairs, watching us. Owen has his back him and I slip my arms around his neck. "You can finish tomorrow," I whisper into his ear, watching Ryan. Owen turns his head and kisses me. I keep my eyes on Ryan as I kiss him. When he pulls away, he walks out the door and I close it. Leaning against it, I cross my arms over my chest with a smirk playing on my lips. "You could've let him finish." "Fix yourself up before your mother gets home,” he says, glancing down at my pants. I reach down and quickly zip my jeans. "It can be our little secret " I say quietly. "Unless it happens again,” he says with a frown. "Oh, trust me. It's going to happen again. And again. And again," I chuckle. "I never want to see him here again or else I'll kill him," Ryan says lowly. "You're not my father. Quit trying to tell me what to do. Plus, you're screwing my mom in my house. I'm pretty sure I have more right than you. I promise... It's going to happen again." "With me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows, confused. "What?" he asks, his face becoming emotionless. What the hell was that? I stare at him in confusion for a moment before going upstairs. That made no sense. What was he getting at? I go into the bathroom and play my music as I shower. When I finish, I wrap a towel around my body then walk to my room. But before I can get there, I bump into Ryan. My towel falls but before it hits the floor, he grabs it. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, handing it back. I glare at him. "So you're an ass, creep and now a pervert. Who would've thought?" I say sarcastically, wrapping the towel around me. "You're going to learn how to talk to me,” he says, his jaw tightening. "You're an asshole," I say slowly. "If you're going to make me suffer, I'll make you suffer too,” he says. He grabs the end of my towel and turns his back to me before pulling my towel away. "Hey!" I scream, quickly covering myself. He doesn't look at me as he walks down the stairs. I rush into my bedroom and slam the door shut, locking it behind me. I put on my pajamas, shorts and a sports bra as usual. Just as I cuddle up on my bed, there's a knock on my door. "What?" I groan, tired. "Can I come in?" my mom asks. "No," I sigh, knowing she'll come in anyways. "I'm coming in,” she says, trying to come in. "It's locked. Hang on," I say, getting up. I unlock the door and pull it open before laying back down on my bed. She sits down on the edge of my bed and takes a deep breath. "I know this is hard for you. I really do. But I need you to try getting along with Ryan. I really like him and after you move out, I'll be alone. But now I have him. I want this to work." "Fine. I'll try,” I say. "Really?" She smiles. "Sure,” I nod. "Great. Come eat dinner with us,” she says, standing up. "I'm not hungry," I say. "You're gonna eat,” she frowns. "Look at how skinny you are." "Fine. I'll only eat if I don't have to change." She parts her lips to argue but stops herself. "Fine." "And!" I rush. "I don't want to talk." She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Just come on." She leaves the room and I follow her downstairs. Once I'm at the table, I slouch down in my chair and pick at my food, never once looking at Ryan. "How was your day at school?" Mom asks. I look at her for a minute then frown. "Fine." "What'd you do after school?" she asks. "I was with Owen," I say, picking at my food. "I thought you said I didn't have to talk." She glares at me. "What'd you guys do?" I glare back at her, pushing away from the table. "We had s*x in the back of his truck,” I lie. Her jaw drops. I stand up and walk away from the table. I wait at around the corner to listen to their conversation. "She's lying," Ryan says, comforting her. "They came back here and watched a movie." "Are you sure?" my mom asks, worried. "I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed and I'll clean this stuff up” he says. "Okay,” she says softly. I listen to her footsteps as she leaves the room. I am shocked at what I hear next. Ryan is laughing quietly. I slowly walk back into the dining room and help him clean off the table. "Why are you laughing?" I ask, putting a plate into the sink. "I've never heard someone say something like that to their mother,” he shrugs. "It was funny but you shouldn't do that to your mom." I sigh. "You haven't had to live with her your whole life." "I can clean this up,” he says. "It's fine," I say, picking up my cup and placing it in the sink. I pull myself up onto the counter and lean back against the wall. "What did you mean earlier?" I ask curiously. "What are you talking about?" he asks, stopping in front of me. I look down shyly. "When we both said 'what'. What did you mean before that?" He stands between my legs and pulls my chin up. "You'll find out soon enough,” he says quietly. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me off the counter. My body rubs against his and we keep our eyes on each other. I place my feet gently on the floor but he keeps his hands on my hips. "Your mother wants us to get closer so we should. She'll be at work tomorrow so you can skip school and we can go somewhere,” he says. "Where will we go?" I ask. "Have you ever gone fishing?" he asks. "No," I say slowly. He chuckles. "Don't worry. I'll touch the nasty stuff." "Good," I smile. "What lake are we going to?" "Lake Argentine. My family owns a cabin over there. We'll have to take the pontoon to get to it though." "Pontoon?" I raise my eyebrows. "Yeah. It's fun,” he smiles, as his hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer. "I'll take you out to the middle of the lake and we'll fish there." We stare into each others eyes as silence fills the room. Before I can drown in the beautiful blue seas that are his eyes, I look away from him and push his hands away. "I'm not sure that's a good idea, actually," I say reluctantly. "I'm sorry,” he says, taking a step back. I bite my lip before walking away.