An 18-year-old high schooler is forced to move in with her mom's new boyfriend and his 20-year-old college student son. She and the son don't get along. He's constantly being a jerk and teasing her... until one night when she sneaks out to get drunk with her friends to celebrate the end of senior year in high school, she comes home and can't resist giving him a taste of his own medicine and teasing him back. One thing leads to another and they find themselves overstepping the boundaries. She finds herself falling for him, but he's never been one to settle down so when it's time for her to go away to college when summers over, he lets her leave until he realises his mistake.
You and your mother arrive at a stake house for lunch to meet her boyfriend Kirk and his son Oliver.
Upon walking into the steak house, the hostess leads you to a table where you spot Kirk, and for the first time, Oliver. You stifle a gasp when you lay eyes on Oliver - how chiselers jaw, dark hair cropped short to his head, and dark mesmerising eyes.
"That's his son?" I say in disbelief to mom as we are walking up to the table.
"Yeah. He's home for the summer from college"
Your mother sighs, and places a hand ok your arm, squeezing reassuringly.
"I really hope the two of you get along. Especially since we are officially moving in this weekend. You're going to be seeing a lot of each other"
"Don't worry about me, mom. Everything will be fine" I say trying to reassure mom even tho I don't quite believe what I'm saying.
Us fighting isn't exactly what I had in mind. No. Something equally as sweaty, but more pleasurable than painful
As we arrive at the table, Kirk stands and offers your mother a kiss, while Oliver remains seated. His onyx black eyes pass over me disinterested, and he leans back to grab his drink and buries himself taking a drink.
"Oliver, your being rude. Stand up and greet them properly." Orders Kirk as he nudged Oliver's chair which makes Oliver grunt.
So much for first impressions
You make a first attempt to introduce yourself. You offer Oliver your hand and watch with embarrassment as he doesn't reach to shake it.
A few seconds later, you drop your hand back down to your side and sit quietly in your seat. Your mom and Kirk join you in sitting. You contemplate calling out Oliver ok his bullshit.
As much as I want to match his fucking arrogance, I don't want to piss of my mother so it's probably best I keep my mouth shut.
"You'll have to excuse my son. College made him forget his manners" Kirk says in an apologetic voice.
Oliver snickers, leaning back arrogantly in his chair while crossing his arms.
"Oh I'm sorry. Am I being rude? Probably because I don't want to be here to begin with" Oliver says in a patronising tone.
"If this is how your starting off, I can only imagine what it's going to be like seeing each other twenty-four seven. Get the stick out your ass" I say without thinking.
Your mom gasps and furrows her brows to give you a stern look. She quickly apologises to Kirk for your outburst, who blows it off. You hate how Oliver's lips spread into a wide grin, and he narrows is eyes as if it's fun to provoke you.
Fucking asshole. The image i first had of his is gone and replaced by someone with a head so fucking big it was no wonder he could even get into the restaurant. He obviously doesn't even care for my mother or myself.
"Let me get a few drinks in, and I'll even let you remove it" Oliver fires back my way.
"Oliver knock your shit off, now. Sorry ladies" Kirk snaps at Oliver.
"Oh, don't worry about it. You know how kids are" mom replies with a small smile on her face.
Your phone vibrates in your jeans. You pull it out and lay your eyes on the screen to see that your best friend, Briana text you.
Briana: I miss you hoe!
Scarlett: I miss you too! I'm at dinner at the moment. Meeting my moms boyfriends son. He's an ass.
Briana: Is he a cute ass or an ugly ass?
Scarlett: Does it matter?
Briana: Bitch of course it does. At least he looks good when he's acting like a fucking jerk.
Scarlett: I can't with you. I gotta go though. I'll text you later.
Briana: mmm, maybe take a pic.
Scarlett: Not right now, it'd b too fucking obvious. Ttyl.
You lay your phone on the table just as the waitress returns asking your mother and you what you'd like to drink.
God, he's not the only one who needs a drink. Sucks i have three years unilateralism I'm 21. Why can't this be Europe where i can drink now at the age of 18? Just my fucking luck.
Your mom and Kirk engage in small talk which leaves you and Oliver to sit and stare cat each other awkwardly. He taps his fingers against his glass,before tilting it towards you, silently offering you a drink.
You stare temptingly at the glass, knowing you could sneak some in before your parents had a chance to really notice.
He begins pulling the drink away when you quickly swipe for it. You bring the glass to your mouth and take a swig, gagging slightly on the burning, murky brown liquid as it claws its way down your throat.
That was fucking gross.
You gently push the glass back towards him, stealing a glance at your mom to make sure she isn't watching.
Oh, thank god she didn't see. I hate embarrassing her. She's always held me up on a pedestal.
Oliver smirks, firming his lips contemplatively.
"I have to say I'm impressed with you" Oliver says with a smug grin on his face.
You cross your arms over your chest and meet his gaze with an annoyed expression of your own.
"I think it's pathetic how easily impressed you are. Not a sign of high intelligence" i snap back
"And you just feed into the bait" Oliver says as he chuckles.
Your hands tighten into fists
God, he is so frustrating! A fucking instigator! I could punch him right now...
"What's the matter? Are you upset Daddy's got his attention on someone else?" I says in a mocking voice.
You gesture with a head nod towards Kirk, and grin when Oliver's humorous expression dies down to one of seething anger.
" I could care less. It's not like your mothers there first. She's just another name on a long list" says Oliver.
Your legs shake beneath the table at his words. Knowing he's agitated you; Oliver claims his victory with a smile, and sucks his teeth with his tongue. The waitress returns with you and your mothers drinks and asks if your ready to order . After quickly stating what you want, your eyes find their way back to him.
"I have a use the bathroom." You say excusing yourself from the table.
You rise from your seat and make your way towards the back where a restroom signs with an arrow hangs on the wall.
Nope. I'm not going to be able to do it, that was literally 10 minutes of interacting and I already cant faking stand him! I'm an only child for a reason.
I don't even want to introduce any of my friends to him. Not acknowledging him at all would be perfect.
After using the bathroom, you exit to find Oliver coming your way.
Maybe he needs a reality check on how to communicate with people? Smart enough for college but too dumb for interaction.
You step aside, pressing no yourself against the wall so he can pass. Instead, he turns so he's mere centimetres from your face.
"God, You amp it so easy" he says as he reaches for a lose strand of your hair, and your breath gets caught in your throat.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask.
His breath tickles your face as he chuckles light-heartedly. The sound makes something stir within your gut. You bite your lip, which causes him to groan.
I'm not seriously turned on right now? What is wrong with me?
"I think you enjoy when i tease you"
"You don't know anything about me" i snap back.
His eyes scan your face, lingering on your lips,
Oh my god, he's going to kiss me!
He slightly moves forward. His lips are so close you can taste him on your tongue as your lips part open.
So close. So sexy. And damn... so tempting
"I know you know what you want, Scarlett. Say the words, baby. Tell me what you need from me."
You've known him for five damn seconds! He's an ass... don't fall for it!
"Kiss me." I whisper loud enough so only he can hear me.
Oliver lets out a slow exaggerated breath.
"Its so fucking tempting. Believe me."
You let out a breathy moan as he grazes his fingers down the side of your face and your neck. He wraps his hand gently around your throat and squeezes lightly.
"I don't think you'd be able to handle it. Your a good girl." He says just before he steps away from you and shaking his head gently while chuckling to himself.
You take a moment to collect yourself, shooting daggers with your eyes towards the men's bathroom door, before you smooth your shirt.
Holy shit. He almost kissed me. And i wanted him too...
You place your hand against your forehead.
No more drinks for me. I need a clear head around him.
As you make your way back to the table, you contemplate whether or not you should excuse yourself from dinner or stick it out.
Just get through one dinner. That's all.
As if on cue, your stomach growls and you sit down in your seat and browse over the menu. The waitress returned, Kirk sends she away as we wait for Oliver to return. After fifteen minutes, Kirk sighs and pulls out his phone to call him.
" Oliver we're waiting for you. You almost done?"
You pass a glance at you mom. Your pulse quickens and you glance towards the bathroom.
"What the hell do you mean, you left? You're being ridiculous, Oliver. Get your ass back here. No i-I'm not gonna deal with th-this is not over."
Kirk hangs up the phone, angrily stuffing it in his pocket, before he claps his hands together and addresses his attention back to you and your mom.
"I apologise. Oliver left. Probably a good thing anyways. He was being a jackass"
"I'm sorry honey" says mom trying to reassure Kirk
"Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy lunch" Kirk says before changing the subject.
I cannot believe he pulled a disappearing act. Guess he beat me too it.