My silly stepbrother

Chapter 2: James, my stepbrother?

James POV :

If I wasn't aware of the situation outside, I would have thought something was off with his constant calling.

Sigh. I put on my blue top, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. Tall. Handsome. Neat.

I wasn't being proud. I got my good looks from my parents— my mother's beauty and my father's feature and height.

Girls often blushed when they saw me, drawn to my charm.

But there was still a girl who seems indifference to my charm—Auraora.

Remembering our first encounter with her disdainful look towards the girls fanning over me, a smile formed on my lips. Funny.

It's been so long since I last saw such an interesting person. And I would surely enjoy the semester, trying to make her fall for my charm.

I buttoned my shirt, taking a last look before I made my out of the door.

“Why’s dad so happy,” I wondered, raising an eyebrow.

I closed the door. “Or maybe his girlfriend has arrived?”

I bounced down the stairs, my footstep light. The laughter from the living room carried over, but when I heard Aurora's scream, my enthusiasm faltered.

My eyes narrowed as I met Aurora's surprised gaze—the last person I had expected to see here.

My father had told me that he was bringing over his girlfriend, who also had a daughter. Almost my age.

I was so thrilled, urging my dad to bring them over ASAP. To make the quite home become fun again.

Plus, having a younger sister was something I he always wanted.

Before my mother died.

And since then, I didn't mention it in the house again. So as not to reopen daddy's wound. A major reason why I had accepted his girlfriend.

I glanced at my father, mouthing to him for an introduction.

Receiving the hint from me, my father snapped out of his daze, pulling me forward.

“Since we are all here, let me introduce my son, James..” he said.

Sensing the awkwardness in the room, and Aurora's piercing gaze, I whispered few words to my father.

“Dad, tell her that I have been wanting to meet her for a long time..”

My father's smile became brighter. “I see you two have known eachother. That's great!”

I was also happy. Very.

Aurora was the kind of girl I would love to have as a sister.

She was fun and easy to tease.

But seeing her here all of a sudden. I wa stunned.

My gaze flickered to the woman beside Aurora. Her mother, I assumed. And my father's

girlfriend. My eyes shifted between the mother and daughter, amazed.

It was as if Aurora was mirrored in her mother. Same face, skin and eyes color.

I noticed the subtle gesture between the two. Her mother was warning her—to keep herself in check.

My eyes sparkled with amusement. They would really be fun.

Aurora's mom asked for their room and my father quickly ushered them up, leaving me to bring up the luggages.

I watched them ascend until they vanished into the hallway. My gaze turned back on the loads, my mouth twitching slightly.

I trudged the stairs, the two boxes rattling behind me in a awkward, noisy way.

Down the hallway, the electric bulb flickered on the petite woman, resting her back against the wall, and closing her eyes like a lost puppy.

A sly glint sparked in my eyes as I sneaked up on her, careful not to make any noise.

Good. She didn't notice me coming. She wasn't aware.

She was short, so I had to lower my face to her height, just few inches away from her face. Then she opened her eyes.

She quickly recoiled away. Her eyes turning fierce.

“What are you doing?” she snapped. My lips curved into a sly arc, amused.

“What do you think?” I raised an eyebrow, putting down the heavy luggages.

“Dad asked you to show me to my room..” she said, snatching the boxes from me.

No thank you. Good. I knew how I'd get my payback.

I arched an eyebrow, c*****g my head, “My dad?” I smirked.

I noticed her confused gaze, feeling satisfied. I approched her in quick steps whispering into her ears “He's our dad.”

She took a step back, her face turning black. “What are you doing?” She jerked.

I straightened up my back, turning to the stairs that led to the second floor.

There were surely rooms on this floor. But I just wanted to see her pissed expression. I disappeared into the second floor, my ears perked up to hear any dissatisfaction from her. And she did. “You've got no elevator?”

I let out a low, soft smirk . “It's broken,” I lied.

Aurora's POV:

As soon as he pointed to my room, I disappeared into it without exchanging another word with him, slamming the door to his face.

He thought he was the only who could tease ? A frustrated rabbit also bite.

I shrugged my shoulders, collapsing on the bed directly.

The bed was soft and comfy. And much larger than my own.

As I layed on the bed, my eyes scanned the room, taking in every details. Pink painted walls—Feminine and my type.

Large wardrobe, TV set, study chair and other necessary materials that a luxury room should have. Every corner of the room spoke of the extravagance and luxury invested into it. To make it girly.

Presumably, the room belonged to their daughter. Won't she be furious, seeing someone else in her room?

My resolve to leave this house deepened.

My gaze turned to the floor-to-ceiling window, offering a good view of the bustling city.

This room was really nice.

There was no plush dolls or teddy, so I had to make do with the pillow. I wrapped my arm tightly around the pillow, falling into a deep sleep.

***

I woke up to the next day to the sound of knocking on the door and the calling of my name. My eyelashes fluttered slightly. The unfamiliar, white chandeliers hanging above came into view, illuminating my face.

I sat up on the bed, rubbing my messy hair with one hand, and stretching out the other.

It was difficult to adapt to this room. Too big for my liking.

The soft teasing vice came in again. “Aura, I didn't know you were such a heavy sleeper..”

My eyes turned to the metal door, scrowling. If I had not locked the door yesterday, he would have surely barged in. Instead of the repeated knocking.

Another demerit; disturbing my weekend sleep.

I flung my legs to the side of the bed, slipping into my slippers. I picked up my phone to check the time. “6:50!” I gasped in shock.

Are we going on a trip or what? Waking m up this early. On a weekend!

But he kept banging on the door. Like he meant it.

I opened the door, meeting his always cool face. “Good morning” he paused, waving his hand to me. “Dad called us..”

I raised an eyebrow. “For what?” I asked with a piqued interest. How important was that thing that had to rub off my sleep.

“Cooking breakfast.” He whispered.

“What!?” I exclamed. Waking up early this morning. Just to cook?

“Yeah..” he reconfirmed my doubts.

“I can't cook.” I whispered, taking a step back to close door.

“Wait,” he said, blocking the door with his legs. I paused, meeting his gaze. “What?” I asked, impatience laced in my voice.

“Please..” he begged.

That was my first time of seeing him pitiful. Surrender. Like a lost puppy, holding onto the last bit of hope.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as I had thought. “Sigh… I'd come down soon. I need to freshen up.” I whispered, shutting the door.

“Okay, be quick sister..”

Sister… I rolled my eyes, dashing into the bathroom.