My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin

I didn't look like the type to read those kinds of books, but somehow, this was my little secret.

I paused, taking a break from the book I was reading. A sharp deep breath escaped my lips as my hand came up to adjust my big transparent nerdy glasses.

My imagination was spiraling fast again, and I could already feel warm heat passing through my body. Yet, I wouldn't stop reading these novels. It was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter- my high school obsession- the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the popular girls at his beck and call.

My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just about ... while pretending it was Jeremy, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

"Teyan! Tell me you are getting ready for the final year students partyyyy"

"Shit. Carol is here. " I panicked, quickly closing the book I was reading and hiding it behind other books in my bookshelf. No one, not even Carol knew that I read dramatic novels. To them, I was just the quiet bookworm who kept to herself.

Quiet and reserved? Sure. A total saint? Not quite.

Those stories were my private world.  And I would have said yes to Liam in English class if I wasn't so obsessed with a particular person in my head and reality.

I took a steadying breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Why did she have to interrupt now?

I threw on my hoodie, wiped my flushed cheeks with the sleeve, and tried to slow my breathing before Carol Rivers barged in.

The door opened suddenly. Yes, my best friend never knocked.

"Teyana!" she sang, tossing her short blonde curls as she stepped inside like a storm wrapped in glitter. "Why are you still in bed? The party is tonight, not next year!"

I blinked up at her, feigning clueless innocence, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. She looked pretty in that silver dress. "You look stunning, Car."

She rolled her eyes. "I know I do. Teyana, you are going to that party."

I sighed, "I don't know if I feel like-"

"Jeremy Carter will be there. That, I heard from a reliable source." she cut in, arching a brow with the precision of someone who knew exactly which button to press.

My glasses almost slipped.

"Wait. Jeremy?"

Carol smirked. "The very one. Your 'fine as hell' obsession, but who's sadly obsessed with bikes and not you." She stuck a playful tongue out.

A dangerous flutter danced in my chest. Heat zipped down my spine again, this time laced with panic. "I-I'll get dressed. But...not because Jeremy will be there."

She grinned like the evil temptress she was. Who was I kidding?

"I knew that'd work." She said,

I groaned and buried my face in my pillow for a second again, before dragging myself out of bed like a sinner heading to the