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Twenty minutes later and he pulled his car to a stop in front of his father and stepmother’s house. One more fucking year of school and he planned on getting a place of his own. Rosie would go to college, make something out of her life, and find a guy that was good for her, that deserved her.
I don’t deserve her.
But as much as he knew her finding a smart, decent guy was good for her, the very thought of her with any motherfucker had a blind rage filling him.
“Shit,” he breathed out that word and stared at her window on the second floor of the house.
When she left for college he’d have no choice but to stand there and watch her leave. He knew it was best for her to get out of this town, but the very thought of her leaving had this darkness filling him. Leaving this shitty town wasn’t really in his future, not as far as he could see anyway.
But that didn’t mean he wanted to be camped out in the basement for any more time than was absolutely necessary.
Cutting the engine, he sat there for a moment just staring at the house. The lights were off, and it was late as fuck, but coming and going was easy enough with the basement having a walkout, and his father being pretty lenient, or maybe really not giving a shit what Rebel did.
Rebel reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the back seat. He broke the seal on the lid, tipped it back, and took a long drink.
He wasn’t even buzzed, but that would change by the time he said hello to the bottom of the vodka bottle.
ChapterTwo
Aidan Liam Bronson.
The only boy I’ll ever love.
But he was called Rebel, and it had been what he’d been called for as long as she could remember. It fit him so perfectly.
Rosie lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, sleep not looking like it would come anytime soon. Her brain kept worrying, and all she could see was algorithms and equations.
She’d studied for five hours today, even though it was Friday and her test wasn’t until Monday. Shouldn’t she have been at a party or hanging out with her friends on a Friday? Shouldn’t she have let loose for a little bit?
You have to have friends to hang out and party with.
Turning onto her side and staring at the bedside clock on her nightstand, she exhaled as it changed from 1:59 AM to 2:00 AM. No, sleep definitely wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.
Rosie sat up and grabbed a hair tie off of her nightstand, put her long hair up in a messy bun, and stood. After grabbing her robe, the geeky one with the wiener dogs on it, she left the bedroom in search of something to eat.
The house was quiet with her mom and stepfather asleep down the hall, and Rebel having left before the sun even set.
Rebel, the boy I shouldn’t want but crave desperately.
The fact she’d known him for the last twelve years, and he was technically her stepbrother, should have kept her emotions in check. Shouldn’t she have seen him as a family member for as long as they’d lived under the same roof?
But no, she only saw Rebel as the boy she’d been in love with since she was fourteen years old, before she even knew what those deep emotions were. He was the only boy that would never see her as anything more than how she saw herself.
But even though she knew they could never be in a relationship, and he’d probably never reciprocate her feelings, they were as close as two people could be.
He didn’t care that people called her the nerd or geek in school. In fact he had no problem kicking their asses because of it, and had on several occasions.
He was the only one she could really talk to, unload on. But they had nothing in common, and maybe that was why they got along so well? Maybe that was why he’d never see her as anything more?
I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than nothing at all.
And that was why Rosie would never tell him how she felt, because the risk of him being disgusted or uncomfortable was too high, and she didn’t want to risk losing what they had.
She headed downstairs and went into the kitchen. After grabbing something to eat and drink she went over to the window by the sink.
Staring out the window, she leaned forward when she saw Rebel’s car off to the side, and barely made out his big form sitting in the driver’s seat.
Squinting because she didn’t have her glasses on, she tried to see what he was doing, but the glare from the streetlamp, and the blurriness of her not being able to see clearly, didn’t allow her to make out what was going on.
