WHAT IS THIS(ALIKA'S POV)

He...he was my Stepbrother. No way, I can't believe this. He was the one that my mom's whatever fiancée was talking about.

OMG. How come, this wasn't happening, right?

"It was nice meeting you,'' he smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake on which I bluntly refused and eyed him instead.

"Who the hell are you,' I asked and frowned as I folded my arms across each other and he just shrugged his shoulders. I don't know why I asked that question when he's already told me who he was.

"I just introduced myself so why do I have to explain myself,' he asked.

"Explain yourself.'' I scoffed. "You just said that, I was your stepsister and that's why I'm asking.'' I don't know his name, will I just call him Stepbrother and not his real name.

"You mean, you want to know my name, what my name is right? He chuckled.

"Yeah, I wanted to know your name and who allowed you in here,' I smacked my forehead as I suddenly remembered, of course, it will be my mother and that old hag of a husband. Why am I even bothering myself and wasting my time with this idiot that claimed to be a Stepbrother of mine? He better watch his back because I wouldn't take it so easily with him, so better watch it. "Never mind,' I shook my head. "As long as you are in this house, stay away from me and don't ever talk to me, because I don't want to talk to you and neither do I want a brother instead. So get lost.' I strictly warned and grimaced as I walked past him. I've had enough of anyone's stupid drama right now and these people should just leave and stay the hell away from me. I never wished to have a brother and neither did I ever say that I wanted to have a father. I don't desire any of these at all and it makes me sick to the stomach.

"You are so beautiful,' he said and that stopped me in my tracks as I turned to him and he winked at me. Didn't he just hear when I said that, I didn't want to have anything to do with him? Didn't he just hear that and what is he up to right now?

"Are you deaf,' I asked and frowned at him as I turned towards him. Just because he thinks he is so handsome doesn't mean I will be moved by him or anything.

"No, I'm not deaf and I'm hearing every damn thing you are saying and don't think I will want to lose that,' he said and put his hands in his pocket. Why are both of his arms just filled up with tattoos, how old is he anyway?

"Lose what,' I eyed him suspiciously and he walked closer to me and I stepped backwards as he took each step.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

"You are my type and I like that,'' he disregarded my question and smirked as he eyed me and kept taking each step towards me, while I kept going back and then, I felt my back hit the wall. OMG. How am I going to cope with someone like this with no brains, yes, that's what I will call him because he is so fucking annoying and getting on my nerves? And, the fact we are going to live in the same house, not only scares me but also makes me furious.

I need to avoid him, that's what I want right now.

"Seems like, we are at a dead-end and I like that,' he came close to my face as he slammed both his hands on the wall on each side of my face. "You are blushing,'' he uttered and then, I could feel his stare on my lips and his eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I'm not blushing and don't be so full of yourself. You are not my type, believe it or not, you are not my type, fuck off,' I tried hard to talk so boldly in front of him. It wasn't easy to do that and besides, he was so handsome and his looks were giving me this strange feeling and my body felt so fucking hot and it was like, I couldn't breathe properly and he was just so good. He smelled so good, looking at him made me want to kiss him and his lips looked so soft and yummy.

What the hell am I thinking for someone I just met, who claimed to be my Stepbrother. And, of course, he was my Stepbrother and not a regular dude. Right, that should bring me to my senses, which will be more like it.

This is insane.

"What are you thinking inside that brain of yours,'' he smiled and out of annoyance, I pushed him away. That's right, he shouldn't have said those words, it made me feel like a fool and what's with all this attitude. I walked past him and began running towards my room and not even looking back at him. I was so embarrassed and wished I never talked to him today, why wouldn't I just shut up and stay on my own. Instead, I butted into something I'm not supposed to do at all. I hate living like this, living in the same house with these people and not like, I could care less about him. I went to my room and shut the door, went to my bed and lay down on it and spread out my legs on it. This bed was so fluffy and relaxing, it also helps in relieving my stress.

Could this day get any worse, why is everyone just invading my life and can't they just stay far away from me and let me be.

A few weeks passed, we were hardly seeing each other and even my mother tried to make us talk to each other but I kept avoiding him and making sure I stayed away from them. The more my mother tried to make us get along, the bitterness and rage I feel for her increased and with her stupid mentality, she wants us to get along as siblings and make the family complete. I guess she didn't want her husband to think we weren't getting along because of all the lies she's been telling him.

This dude and I can never and will never get along and the most surprising thing was that he acted calm and normal, he didn't seem bothered by the fact my mother was trying to make us get along. He just went about doing his business and I also realized that he goes to school, high school to be precise, though I don't know the school he goes to he is still a jerk and I bet he has a lot of girls drooling like pigs over him, which is so sick and I couldn't ask for anything more than for him to stop living with me and go back to where he came from. I'm in my final year in high school and I can't wait to graduate and get out of this house, which will be so amazing and it will give me the freedom to do whatever I want to do and get a new life. Whenever I see him, coming back from school he seems so tired and even goes straight to the kitchen to prepare some food for himself. He seemed so quiet and observed doing things for himself. So, he even knows how to cook, only the heavens knows what it will taste like, guess it will be so awful. Isn't he bothered by the fact that he has been living in this house since the moment his father married my mother? How does he even cope with all this?

Why was he so bothered about it?

One day, I wanted to get a glass of milk and this was the time, they will be in their various rooms, I don't want to see anyone and so I hoped, I don't get to hear my mother's annoying sounds, which she usually makes when she's having sex. Why was it today of all days that they had to stay at home and this was so annoying?

As soon as I got to the kitchen, what I saw startled me.