~Genevieve~
You won't know when your life is about to flip upside down. It all happens suddenly. It could be a year
Six months
Days
Minutes
Or even seconds
But mine didn't take any of these. It only took a binding agreement. A "yes I do" and "Till death do us apart" agreement. A marriage.
Then I'm trapped. Maybe If I had known, it wouldn't have ended up this way.
Maybe I would have run away when I had the chance to. Maybe I shouldn't have met him. But the thing about maybe's is that they don't exist. They are useless.
It's only a year more. Just a year and I'll be off to Harvard. Where I'll be free from the wrath of Ryder Saint. Where I'll change my lifestyle and be more of myself. Like the life I envisioned when I just moved into this city. The beautiful and serene life without a Ryder in it. A year more and I'll say goodbye to all of this.
I took in a deep breath when mum pulled into the school driveway. It's a little bit empty but that's expected seeing it's the first day of school after the long summer holidays. Not everyone's boring like me who spent the whole summer inside her bedroom and making occasional trips to the kitchen to make ice cream. Aside from that, I like to be early. Something I inherited from my mum. She would say Early is on time and on time is late.
"You didn't have to drive me mum. I could have taken the bus" I managed to say "You might miss your appointment"
"Family first Genie, family first" she smiled and I did the same. Mum has high cheekbones and a tall, slender, model-like figure that makes my awkward, seventeen-year-old body look like a potato in comparison. I strive to be her when I grow up. Not only in the looks department but also the hard work and the personality.
"Perhaps it's time I get a driving lesson so I could use my car" I say
"Baby, are you sure you're okay with this? You don't have to do this, you know. James totally understands he won't be mad if…"
James the guy mom's currently seeing. Wait, aren't they too old for the girlfriend and boyfriend's title? He got me a car for my seventeenth birthday, while I consider it too much. I mean, who gets a sports car for their girlfriend's daughter's birthday. He's as busy as hell but from the few times we've met I could tell he's a good guy. And from the way my mom looks up at him I can tell he's the one.
"Mum" I interrupted her before she goes on any further
"I won't have you driving me around if I go off to college"
"I could if you choose a school closer" she smiled. " You don't have to do this soon you know"
I nodded. I've been afraid of being behind the wheels since I had that accident ten years back. The details of that day are a bit hazy but I remember that it was raining. I was dressed in my best dress and on our way to Nana's birthday.
"I just think it's time I let go of my fears, it's been ten years"
"Genevieve," She said, then pulled me into a warm hug. When she pulls back her eyes shine with unshed tears.
"You have no idea how happy I am right now"
"It's Genie in school mum. Just Genie" And before she could say anything "That's what everyone calls me" I quickly added.
"I won't want to hurt James dumping his present in the garage for long"
"He will be thrilled to hear this" She smiled again and that's when the tears started falling. She made no effort to wipe them now.
"Speaking of James" She continued "I'll be meeting up with him this night and might be late so don't wait up and lock all the windows"
I nodded. "Tell him I said hi" And for the first time since we've arrived I looked around me. More cars are arriving by now.
"I should probably go in now and get settled" I pull my backpack from the backseat.
"Call me when you get home and don't forget your medications" she called as I stepped out of the car clutching the straps of my backpack.
"Bye" I waved at her as she pulled out and drove off. I watched as her car faded into the distance.
Now, I'm on my own. I resisted the urge to call her back and take me away from here. My fears are coming back to me. Ryder Saint. I stare into the massive building of Evergreen High School before me. Rich influential people sent their children to this school so they could get a good start early in their lives. For all I know my mum is rich enough to afford it. The building which holds one of my greatest fears.
Avoid Ryder Saint
I told myself one last time. I always recite the word each morning like it's some psalm to save me from him. But it never did work. Nothing has ever prevented Ryder from his prey which I unfortunately happen to be one. Since the first day I set my eyes on him he decided to hate me and had my name down in his book. My mere sight infuriates him and he uses every minute to point this out.
"Genevieve, the worst name I'll ever be hearing," he once said. That day, I hated myself and hated my name.
I stride through the huge walls of Evergreen High mimicking other student's confidence. It's hard enough when I already fall out of place. They chat amongst each other like old friends reuniting after the
summer. Like how Zara Thompson and Fred James split after dating each other since elementary class. Once again I'm reminded love doesn't take it all. Or Charlotte Lynch who got pregnant during over the summer.
Yet, I stand out as a loner.
Again.
Usually I would walk these halls with my best friend Lexi beside me but she just came back from Brazil last night with her family. I'm not sure she'll be making it to school today. In the meantime, I'm all on my own surrounded by people who hate me and probably pretend I don't exist. No one wants to go near Ryder's prey. That's the thing there, Once Ryder adds you to his hate list, the whole school goes against you. If not the whole world. He's their god and they play to his tune. The tune he's playing now is a hate campaign against Genevieve McConnell.
I heard their little whispers as I walked past them.
"Thinks she's all pretty now"
"Bet Ryder's pleased to see her" I tried not to let those words get to me. Not today, those words won't get to me. It's a new session and I won't let their little talk ruin the first day for me.
"Can't wait for him to see her" My skin prickles the more their voice sink deep under my skin but I shut it
all out. The voice around me starts blurring into the air and I lift my head high as I put one foot in front of the other.
They are nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G
"Rocks" I froze instantly.
Rocks" I froze instantly.My foot came to a halt on its own accord as the voice registers in my brain. I knew that voice well. I can feel the air on my neck rise. That voice that has been in my life for the past three years. That voice had tormented me for three years. It has been everywhere I go, every step I take, every place I sit. It has been in my fucking head for three good years. That voice, my WorstnightmareMy tormentMy doomMy bullyRyder'sHe has been exactly the person I don't want to run into today. I planned on keeping my distance throughout this year and here he is now, positioned right in my face. No matter how I hide he'll always come finding me but I don't want it to be this soon. I turned and immediately wished I hadn't. His eyes met mine with surprise then followed by immediate displeasure. Yh, I know that look and I'm familiar with it. The getthefuckoutofmyface look. His jaw clenched, and I noticed how his chin lifted slightly. The familiar pounding in my chest
I’m late for my next class. Or more like, I’ll be late by about a minute. That’s the reward of being in the girls’ room after everyone’s settled in.I’m running down the hall when an arm wraps around my shoulder. For a second, I freeze, thinking Ryder has returned for revenge. He’s been ignoring me since the morning, but I know more than anyone that if Ryder Saint ignores you, it’s a disaster disguised as a blessing.I release a breath when I inhale and realise it’s not him. He doesn’t smell this strong or feel this hard – not that I know how he feels.And yes, I know how Ryder smells. It’s only because of my ability to connect to my surroundings, remember? "Nice to see you Genie" I smiled up at Chris Morrison. He's one of the few friends who doesn't pick on me. He's cool and has a boyish charm. His jet black hair is slightly curled at the end. He starred on the football and basketball teams and was one of the bestlooking guys in school. "Let me get the door for you" I stepped asid
You two know each other?" It was my mom who spoke next, breaking the awkward silence I seemed to bring with me since my arrival. I realised I was still standing so I took a seat at the extreme, making sure it's not anywhere near Ryder.A lot is going through my head right now. My mom is engaged to Saint James, father of my bully. Do I just open my mouth now and tell mom? Should I make her call off the engagement because of the rifle between me and Ryder. She waited sixteen years after dad and now that she's got a man do I just ruin it.Is life playing a game with me? Why do I have to always be entwined with Ryder? When I thought I have a year to endure more only to be thrown into a family relationship with him."We're in the same English class, Sophia" he said looking at me meaningfully"She just don't talk to me" The last part holds meaning only both of us understand. "Really, Genie?" I can feel her eyes questioning me."I don't talk to most people mom" I muttered not meeting her g
RyderI still can't believe Genie McConnell is going to be my Stepsister. Out of any other girls with tities and a nice ass, it's going to be her. Since when did dad start seeing another woman. Hell, he's never seen anyone since mom left. All however was just a nice pussy to satisfy his urges. But seeing Genie mom with him, I'm pretty sure it must be serious. It's been a week since my dad and Sophia announced their engagement and I'm still fuming. I don't understand why I'm angry. First, why does he have to throw that news at us without any warning. From the horrified look on Genie's face I'm sure it came as a surprise. Secondly, he hasn't been around ever since. I know he has a busy schedule but fuvk, he's settling down in a few months now with a soon to be Stepsister and a wife for Christ sake. I know he came in late last night anyways. Throughout this week, I did something. Haven't done since the first time I set my eyes on her, I let her be. I avoided and stayed clear of her way
I shut my eyes as soon as I opened them. Wtf! Why is it so bright in here? What happened? My room is usually dark. When my eyes finally get used to the light I realised it's not my room after all. Where am I? Like a flash, I recollect the events of yesterday. Our arrival and then at night, a drunk Ryder. The window, my face went in that direction spontaneously and I realised it's still open. Little wonder it's all bright in here. I stared at the ceiling for a while while I listened to the low…. Coming from Ryder's room. He must really love that band. After a while, I decided to get out of bed and put on some clothes as I was done doing this, I heard my door close behind me and I looked up to see the race of the person I so dread. Arrgggh Will I ever get used to seeing his face each day now that we live together? I don't think so. Stepping away from the mirror, "Have you ever heard the word 'privacy' before?" I studied his face, he looks okay, his hair is a little dishevel
He is leaning against the closed door obviously blocking my way out. How did he get in here? I didn't hear him climb the stairs let alone come in. "What are you doing here?" His voice is calm."No..noth…nothing" I stammered and quickly god the camera behind my back but it was too late as he already saw it."Oh!" His eyes widened In recognition as he took in the scene before him "Give it to me" he extended his palms out towards me. I start to bypass him but it's of no use as he had already shut the door. I stood incredibly close to him as I inhaled the smell of freshness from him. I've never been this close to him. Never. It has always been him intimidating me and me running away. But that had stopped. I made that clear weeks ago that he couldn't triumph over my weakness again. Plus, I've already decided that I'll stop being a victim to his unjust war. I tightened my trip around it "No" I said firmly. He can do what he likes all I care. He takes a step closer and I take one back. "
*****I opened my eyes. My hair sticks to the side of my face with sweat.Heat smothers my body and my breasts tighten against the towel.That’s not all.Oh. God.My hand rests between my legs and I’m… wet.I jerk my hand free as if I was caught stealing.I remember last night after an early dinner with mom, dad and Ryder I came in here to study but I ended up falling asleep. heard a muffled sound coming through the wall from Ryder’s bedroom. It must be what woke me up from while at the brink of getting a good orgasm. I listened carefully and It sounded like someone crying in pain, but as I cocked my ear towards it, I realized it was a woman moaning with pleasure.God, he was such a vulgar man-whore. He's watching the blues. Omg. I tried to picture him stroking himself while watching and insert my fingers where it aches me between my legs. The lady starts moaning faster and I follow the Rhythm with my fingers in an effort to finish what I have been dreaming about but my hands don't s
One fact I disagree with is that I'm obsessed with my stepbrother. Ex bully but now my stepbrother. The transition is overwhelming and unbelievable. The guy who I had vowed to hate and get away from. The one who makes me feel insecure of myself. The one whose voice makes my blood boil. Just like the dew disappears with the morning light, all of this magnimonity was replaced with a feeling I can't place my hands on. Ryder is more than I had earlier pictures of him. Of course he is a badass guy who still pisses me off anytime he wants but beneath him is something more. Ryder and I never spoke of the sexual tension between us even though it ran through my mind each time especially the movie we both shared in his room. I was pretty sure it didn’t mean anything to him, that he was just trying to lose me even though the sensations I experienced were the same as if we were in the movie. The past few weeks have been less dramatic. He's been busy with practice so I see less of him at home.