My stepfathers son

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Chapter 2

“No, I mean it. Did my dad get you plastic surgery or something? I mean look at you. Your tits are huge.” Lucas said. My mouth fell open.

“Are you kidding me right now you sicko. Stop looking at my breast you pervert.” I hollered at him. He just smiled at me.

“Come on Scar, I’m only playing, but your tits are nice.” He said as he went upstairs. I just shook my head. I hate him, why is he here anyway? Great, leaving for college is going to feel like forever now. I still had four weeks before I was on my way to school. Four weeks of having to deal with Lucas was not what I had planned on doing. If he was staying here I was going to be at Jessica’s the entire time. My mom and Jack got home and announced that we were all going out to dinner tonight as a family. How could I even argue with that? I really didn’t want to spend any time with Lucas. He was just going to annoy me the whole time.

I got out of the shower and put on a slightly sexy tight-fitting black cocktail dress. When we do family dinners, Jack always takes us to very nice and fancy places. We always dress up for dinner. I pulled my hair up and left out a few strands. I did my make up and headed down to everyone. The only person in the living room was Lucas. Great, I said to myself as I walked in. Lucas took one look at me and went back to his phone. Then he stopped and looked over at me again.

“What now?” I said. He just kind of smiled.

“Nothing.” He said and went back to his phone. We both sat there waiting for everyone else to get going. My mom and Jack came down the steps with my little sister. She was really starting to look more and more like our real father. I took after my mother, but my sister got lucky with the blond curls that she hates and they were so pretty.

“Is everyone ready?” Jack asked. We all nodded our heads and headed out the door. Of course, Lucas took a seat right next to me. I just looked away from him. He really did turn out very good looking. Jack was a good looking man and Lucas was definitely turning out to be his father’s son. Except Jack was a nice guy and Lucas was an asshole. There were times growing up that Jack would try to tell me that Lucas had a hard time with his mother leaving and it made him cold. He had always asked me to try and give Lucas a break, but Lucas never gave me one. I hated him and I still do. I never asked him what really happened with his mother, but then again Lucas and I never really shared a real conversion in our whole lives. It still didn’t give him the right to treat me like shit. As I was watching the trees fly by. I felt Lucas’s hand fall on my leg. I shot my face at him. He apologized and move it away. I just continued to look out the window.

Dinner turned out to be actually nice. We all sat there and talked about what our plans were going to be and we talked about how school went for Lucas and how he was going to start working for his dad. Lucas was actually acting like a civilized human being. He wasn’t being a smart ass or making smart comments. My sister was talking about jr high school and they made a toast to me for getting into the university of San Diego. I didn’t want to leave home. Plus I’d be going with my best friend Jessica. All in all, it was a great dinner. The only thing I was uncomfortable with was the fact that every time I looked over at Lucas. He was looking right at me. I did my best not to make eye contact.

“Scarlet, why don’t you and Lucas go out and get the car while Jack and I settle the bill here.” My mother said. I nodded at her and Jack tossed the keys to Lucas. We both stood up and I just followed Lucas out.

“Why are you following me Scar,” Lucas said. I sort of cocked my head at him.

“What?” I said. I just heard him snicker. “Why are you so dumb Lucas?” I asked. Trying to be an asshole just like him.

“You're the dumb one. I’m not the one who chose to stay home for school.” He said.

“How is that dumb? I won’t be home. I’m staying in the dorms.” I said.

“I meant staying here, as in San Diego.” He said.

“What’s wrong with staying close to home?” I asked him.

“This place is a shit hole Scar.” He said.

“If you feel that way then why are you working with your dad?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry about it.” He snapped at me, and Que in the asshole.

“Okay.” I simply said.

“Whatever just get in the car.” He said. I just rolled my eyes at him and climbed into the back seat.

“Why haven’t you grown up yet?” I asked him. He just looked at me.

“What does that even mean?” He asked.

“It means your still the arrogant little prick you use to be and I’m not going to be taking any of your shit this time. I’m not the same girl you use to bully Lucas. I’ve changed and I’ll kick your uppity ass all over this city if you keep on fucking with me.” I said with my arms crossed. The look on Lucas’s face was priceless. I had never spoken to him this way. He even laughed a little.

“I will agree with you Scar, you have grown up.” He said while smiling.

“And while we’re on the subject. Stop calling me Scar.” I said, still with my arms crossed.

“Sorry babe, but that name stays.” He said. I just rolled my eyes at him. We picked our parents up and Lucas drove us all home. Besides the talk in the car, it turned out to be a nice evening. We started to head for the front door and Lucas turned to me. “You know, I’m sorry I was such a pain to you Scar. I know I was a jerk.” He said. I stopped walking and looked over at him. By this time our parents had gone inside. I was surprised by Lucas’s words. I didn’t know whether to take them seriously or not. I eyed him for a moment. “Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked me.

“Yeah, my bed and a good book,” I said, sarcastically.

“So no parties tonight?” He said.

“I don’t party every night Lucas. I do have a normal life. Besides, I don’t really care for parties. Why do you ask?” I said.

“I just want to make sure I can go off and have fun without having to watch over you.” He said with a smirk on his face. I just shook my head at him.

“I don’t need a babysitter. Goodnight Lucas, have a wonderful time. Don’t get anyone pregnant.” I said, as I waved him off and went inside. I heard him laugh as I closed the door. The next morning I got up early. I had some running around I needed to get done for school. I was only four weeks away from college starting. I’m very excited about school, but I’m also glad for the summer break. I didn’t really have too many things planned for this summer. I was mostly hoping to relax before school. I knew there were a couple of beach days planned, but not really much more than that. I had noticed that Lucas hadn’t been home all night. I looked out the kitchen window and didn’t see his truck anywhere. I just rolled my eyes and made myself some breakfast. I took a seat at the bar and heard the front door open up. Lucas came walking in and he looked a little beat up. “Good morning,” I said as he came in and started to make some coffee. I only heard him growl a little to himself. “Bad night?” I asked. He kind of turned towards me and leaned against the counter.

“You could say that.” He said. I just shook my head at him. “What Scar? What’s on your mind?” He snapped. I looked up at him.

“I wasn’t really thinking anything.” I snapped back at him.

“Sure you weren’t,” He said.

“Okay, well maybe if you weren’t out partying all night long. You wouldn’t feel like shit the next day. Grow up.” I snapped. He just sort of snickered at me.

“You know what Scar, you don’t know shit about my life or what I do. Why don’t you just mind your own fucking business.” He said and left the kitchen. I just shook my head. He asked damn it. I said to myself. I left the house and went and did all my running around. Getting all the normal stuff a new college student would need for her room. New bed set, bathroom items, and decor. I got home around two and found Lucas in the kitchen making some food that smelled amazing. I walked in and he was freshly showered and seemed to be in a good mood. It was hard not to realize just how much Lucas had changed in looks. It was hard not to see how hot Lucas had become. I didn’t realize I was standing there in the kitchen just watching him. “Why don’t you take a picture. It will last longer.” He said. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Real original Lucas,” I said. He just turned and smiled at me.

“I think you should stop drooling over me. It’s weird.” He said. Oh my god, I said to myself.

“You wish.” Was all I could get out. I heard him say something under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out.

“Are you hungry?” He asked me.

“Are you offering?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I made a bomb ass stir fry. I like to cook.” He said sounding all proud of himself. I had to smile.

“Well if your offering then sure I’ll have some,” I said as I took a seat at the bar. He smiled at me and made me a plate. I had to admit it tasted amazing. “Lucas, this is so good. Why are you going to work with your father when you can cook like this?” I said. He didn’t really look at me.

“It’s complicated.” He said.

“You know Lucas. If you want to be a cook. You can be.” I said. He looked over at me and smiled.

“You think I’d be a good cook?” He asked me. I nodded my head at him as I shoved more food into my mouth. He laughed a little and so did I. Lucas can be quite fun when he isn’t being a dick head. I was actually enjoying my conversation with him. He told me about school and a little about what he has been doing over the last four years. I told him a little about how things were going around here.

“How come you never came home Lucas?” I asked him.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like for holidays and breaks?” I said. He just kind of looked back down to his plate.

“I didn’t want to cause anyone any problems.” He said. I cocked my head at him.

“When you're not being a total prick Lucas. It’s actually fun to be around you.” I said. He just gave me a half-smile.

“I’m really sorry about that.” He said again. I nodded at him. Still not so sure on how to take it.

“Maybe one day you can tell me why you hated me so much,” I said, not looking at him.

“I never hated you, Scarlet.” He said. I had to give him a double look. He never calls me Scarlet. “I hated the idea of you.” He said.

“What does that even mean?” I asked him.

“Most of my life was just my dad and I. I had a hard time with your mom and sister and you coming into our lives. I had an even harder time when you all turned out to be nice. I was a dumb stubborn kid. Not that it makes any of this okay, but that’s what it is.” He said with a half-smile.

“Thank you, Lucas. I think that’s the most genuine thing you have ever said to me.” I said with a smile.


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