Resisting my Step-Brother

“Can I help?” The middle aged woman asked from behind the counter. “Err... Mocca please, just one shot” I ordered and she tapped on the screen in front of her. She seemed fed up of being on shift and ready to go home. “3.70” she bluntly said. I smiled and handed over the correct change. “Cheers”. Her face didn’t move at all, not even to crack a fake smile. I rolled my eyes and waited at the next till for my coffee. The shop was packed with people who were either on a break from work, meeting with friends or just passing on their daily routine. It’s a new town, new start and I need to take the bull by the horns. I can use this to my advantage. No more pathetic boys desperate to get their d***s wet, no more people with shitty attitudes every time you pass them, no more bitching and no more Dylan.  Dylan is a guy that I had casual s*x with back home. Well... where I use to live. He would continuously tell me how much he loves me and that we should take our relationship to the next level but I couldn’t think of anything worse. He was fun to f**k but he was too... needy. He would always want to cuddle and was insanely jealous if I even looked at another guy. It’s hard to explain but he just wasn’t for me.  “Mocca, one shot?!” A younger lad behind the counter called.  “Thanks” I said and grabbed a hold of the coffee.  My phone started to ring in my pocket so I took a quick sip and then answered it.  “Hello... yes mum I was just grabbing a... no it’s the bigger box... the one with ‘Elsie’s stuff’ on it... yes I know Mark has been generous enough to... okay! I’m coming now!” I hung up. My mother is impossible. We moved here because she’s in love and has decided to take yet another leap of faith. He’s pretty cool to be honest and he’s very laid back. She gets so over dramatic about respecting him since we were moving into his property. In the past, the guys always moved in us, but this time was different. His name is Mark Thompson and he’s got a pretty decent sized house. It’s got two floors, if you don’t count the huge basement that he turned into an extra floor, and a fairly big garden with a pool. The rooms he built in the basement were just like a normal floor of any house. It had cream carpets that matched the walls and three white doors at the bottom of the stairs. The second floor has also got three rooms including the bathroom and one of the rooms is used for Marks office.  I shoved my phone into my pocket whilst taking a step to hurry off to my car.  “Oh, f**k!” I shouted as my coffee sprayed all over me from bumping into something hard. Oh s**t! That wasn’t something that was someone. I looked up to see who had rudely barged into me. The guy standing there was tall, handsome and muscular. His hair was dark along with his features and I must say that his cologne was hypnotising. “f**k sake! Watch where you’re going next time!” He yelled. I scrunched my face up to his repulsive attitude and grunted. “Excuse me?!” I yelled back. He shook his head with disgust and pushed past me. What an absolute tool. I huffed and scowled at him before exiting to my car. “Mum!” I yelled as I opened the front door.  “There you are! What on earth...”. She noticed my coffee stained white shirt and my tangled ends of my hair that were stuck together. “Don’t ask, some jerk in a the coffee shop bumped into me and well... you can tell what happened next” I grunted.  “Hello Elise, errrmm, you look” “Sticky?” I interrupted Mark and he gritted his teeth and forced a smile. “I don’t suppose I could be rude and jump in the shower quickly to get this out of my hair could I?” I asked him with a hint of humour, trying to hide the anger I felt towards the prick in the coffee shop. “Elle, you’re suppose to be greeting Mark and at least having a conversation with him before you run off” my mum stressed and I rolled my eyes. “Of course it’s okay” he said nudging my mum. “There’s one down the stairs next to your bedroom or you can feel free to use the one upstairs” he politely implied and I smiled at him “that’s okay, downstairs is fine thank you” less distance to walk. I turned around to make my way to basement when the front door opened. “Ugh, some stupid little brat threw her...”. He paused as he noticed me and my mum standing there. It was him. What the f**k is he doing here?  It’s the same prick who wasted my coffee, ruined my clothes and gave me attitude. He walked into this house like he lives here! “Liam, this is Mary and her daughter, Elise. This is my son, Liam” Mark introduced. He stood there with a blank expression and folded his arms. Son! “Will this nightmare end?” He snarled. “Liam! Be nice!” Mark barked. I rolled my eyes and walked down to the shower without uttering a word to him. I finally got all of the coffee out of my hair and off of my skin. I felt fresh and clean and stepped out of the shower. I rubbed my hair using the towel that was hanging up on the door and wrapped around my waist. At least my hair doesn’t stain. I thought about my top that was completely ruined and lying on the bathroom floor. I sighed and picked up my dirty clothes then headed for the door. There were two identical doors to chose from and I picked the left one hoping it was my room. I pushed it open and jumped as I saw Liam laying on his bed looking at his phone. “Oh my god!” I yelled and he lifted his head from his phone. “Sorry, I thought that...” “This is my room” he bluntly interrupted and I frowned at him. “Sorry, I didn’t know” I replied and he scanned my body that was standing in just a towel. I felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable. For some reason my legs were not moving and I was frozen still. “Was there something you wanted?” He rudely muttered. My frown tensed and I gritted my teeth. “No” I snapped and stormed out of his room. I opened the door next to it and saw my familiar belongings that Mark had placed on my bed. They were still in boxes with my name written on them. I searched through them for some clothes to wear and found a pair of tracky bottoms and a strappy top. I threw it on and started to put things away. Once I had found a place for half of my stuff I sat down on the bed and picked up my phone to text my best friend. Elise Kill me! Jodie What’s up girl? Is your new home a s**t hole? Elise No it’s beautiful, fairly big house and it has a pool outside. Mark is lovely and very welcoming. Jodie That’s so cool. So why do you want to be murdered? Elise Because of his son Liam! He’s so arrogant and rude. He bumped into me in the coffee shop and ruined my white shirt and blamed it on me. Then he was completely ignorant when being introduced to me by his dad and had attitude when I walked into the wrong room! I already f*****g hate him! Jodie Is he hot? Elise Does that matter? Jodie So he is then. At least he’s fun to look at. Imagine if he was a d**k AND ugly. Elise Who’s side are you on? Jodie Yours! But I mean you could at least have some fun with him. I’d love to have a dickhead step brother that was insanely fit. It would spice up my boring life. Elise Your such a slut! I don’t want anything to do with him. Jodie Elle, just roll with it, you never know, he could just be misunderstood. I didn’t reply to her and laid on the bed, reminiscing dramatically at the mess my life has become.