I rested my right arm on the rail, looking interested. "You're pretty." I forced a smile onto my face, feeling a bit uncomfortable at his presence.
"I know I'm pretty, thanks for the compliment," I replied, still maintaining the fake smile as I glanced over at my stepfather.
He was smiling and laughing with some people, with my mom cozied up in his arms. I felt my tummy tightening and pang of jealousy, wishing I was the one cozied up in his arms receiving all the adoration and attention but instead I'm stuck up with a stranger, forced to converse with him and made it look like I have interesting in his bullshit.
My mom had introduced us just a little while ago, bragging about my academic excellence and trying to impress him.
I don't know what kind of game my mom is trying to play but c
