All Chapters of Dear step brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21Jane's POV Then I heard a knock on the door.Without a second thought I shouted, "If you would please leave me alone to my solitude, I would really appreciate. I need a break from your insecurities Adrian. So leave." My heart racing so fast at the mention of his name. The room felt very tensed and that heightened my unease.To my surprise, the response that followed wasn't Adrian's voice. Instead, a calm and familiar tone came through the closed door. "Jane, it's not Adrian. It's me, Richard."My heart sank as the realization hit me, and I quickly got to my feet. Opening the door with a mix of embarrassment and surprise, I stammered out, "Richard... I mean, Dad . I thought you were someone else."He regarded me with a gentle smile, an understanding in his eyes. "No need to worry, Jane. I heard the commotion, and I wanted to check if everything is okay. Is everything alright?"I nodded, trying to compose myself. "Yeah, sorry about that. It's just been a long day, and thing

Chapter 23Jane's POVI heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and I looked up and saw Adrian's confused look."You know, you don't always have to control me. You act like I should tell you my every move, you're not my mother Jane." I took a deep breath, trying to find a way to break through the wall he was putting up. "Adrian, I'm not trying to control you. And I'm definitely not trying to act like your mother. Can't we just live together without causing unnecessary complications."He rolled his eyes, dismissively, "Complications? You're the one complicating things. I can't even have a simple day without you turning it into a family crisis."My frustration boiling over, I shot him a deadly look, "Adrian, it's not a crisis. It's a conversation. If we're going to be siblings, we need to communicate. I've told you this before.""Communicate? You make communicating really hard Jane. And I'm sick and tired of this." Adrian said, looking really hurt. But I'm a victim too"You don't get t

Jane's POVThe butterflies had vanished and rage replaced them. I cursed aloud and kicked my bedside. I was pacing back and forth in my room, fuming. Adrian just had a way of making me lose my mind and patience.After thinking about it for many minutes, I realized that Adrian was not wrong completely. I wanted him to learn in a different environment, with the hope that he would learn better. I also wanted to spend time with him, hoping to bond. Although I tried to deny it, I wasn't hoping for a sibling kind of bond. I wanted to bond with him in other ways. But even if that wouldn't happen, I didn't mind getting close to him, enough to hold a conversation without a fight.I sank into my bed, and let my gaze rest on the ceiling. He had been a handful lately. Quite a lot to manage. And I was really trying my possible best. But instead of showing gratitude, he thought of new ways to piss me off. "I think I miss it when he wasn't my brother," I was speaking out loud to myself. "Back then,

Jane's POV The next few days with my new friends were bliss. We had lots of fun, eating out, seeing movies, playing games, and doing everything I couldn't do with Olivia because we were both broke and nerdy ladies who only thought about school and good grades. Everything was perfect until they suggested I get hooked up with a guy.It was Naomi's suggestion. She happened to be the most vulgar one and had Adrian's smirk which spurred a distaste for her.I didn't buy the idea of dating someone, because they wanted me to. I still had hopes with Adrian, as he was getting less annoying. And even though I didn't know what exactly I was hoping for, I knew that I had a feeling we would somehow be more than family soon.Over lunch at a fancy restaurant, Naomi cleared her throat and cast her gaze on me. "Hey, you." I had come to understand what it meant when she referred to me like that. She had thought of something I could do, and whatever it was would be something exciting, thrilling, and new

Adrian's POV A battle was going on in my head as I struggled to join the others. I felt a mix of frustration and confusion having a party inside me as I tried to focus on the game before me. The encounter with Felicia had left me disturbed, her skeptic questions leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.As I took my position on the court, I tried to focus on the game ahead, but the memory of our conversation kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Every glitching and twitching, I could hear.How did she know about Jane and me? And why did she seem so interested in our family anyway?Despite my efforts to push the thoughts aside, they lingered like a dark cloud overhead, casting a shadow over my concentration. Every pass, every dribble, felt like a struggle as I battled to keep my mind focused on the game.The punishment from running around the school made my legs hurt even more, and it was hard to focus during the basketball game. A dull ache pulsed through my muscles, it