Page 6 of Her Pucking Stepbrother

“Just checking out my classes, how about you? How are your classes?”

“So good!” he yells, pounding his fist against the table. “Sorry, I’m just excited. The last two years have been grueling. I’m just glad we can finally work on our majors now, ya’know?”

“What’re you majoring in?”

“Women’s studies,” he boasts. Normally, I would assume a guy saying that would be joking, but he appears dead serious.

“Oh…that’s nice.”

“Hell yeah. Fuck the patriarchy.”

I burst out laughing. Okay, maybe I like this guy.

Two girls come running up behind him. One’s small and mousy with stringy blonde hair; the other is very curvaceous and tall, kind of like me. They sit on either side of Levi, both sporting not-so-subtle broad grins.

“Hi, Levi,” they say in unison.

“Ladies,” he replies, tipping a fake top hat, but then he checks his phone. “Duty calls.” He springs out of his spot and whips his backpack around himself in one smooth motion.

“Hey,” I say to the girls, who are now staring directly at me. I feel my cheeks getting hot from the attention.

“You’re adorable, okay,” the curvy one says, catching me off guard with the compliment.

“Oh, well… thank you.”

The mousy one smiles big, the expression taking up most of her small face. “I love your glasses; can I try them on?”

I’m not used to people being so friendly,orthis forward, but they don’t seem to mean me any harm.

“Sure,” I say, handing over my frames. The mousy one puts them on, clearly too big for her face, and they droop down her button nose. “Do I look like a sexy librarian? Be honest?”

“You look like a hot girl trying to look like a nerdy girl.” The other one laughs, snatching the glasses off her face to hand them back to me.

“I’m Taylor,” I say. “Taylor Cromwell.”

“I’m Stephanie,” the tall one says, “and this is Olive.”

“Nice to meet you both.”

“So, how do you know Levi?” Olive asks, biting her nails. Her wispy blonde hair whips in the wind. She’s blunt, cuts right to the chase. I’m not mad at it.

“He’s a friend of my…of my…stepbrother,” I stumble over the last word.

“So, he’s like, been over to your house?”

“He’s been in my room,” I say, knowing it’ll get quite the reaction from these two. And I’m not wrong.

“Shut up. Shut up!” Stephanie laughs. “Details.”

“It’s not what you think,” I say.

“Well, good,” Olive pouts. “Because I call dibs.”

“Bitch, I called dibs last year. You didn’t even know who he was before me,” Stephanie shoves her, and Olive almost topples over the bench. Stephanie grabs her before she does, though, steadying her with a kiss on her forehead.

“You guys know of any good Korean food around here?” I ask, packing up my notes.

“Oh my god, yes,” Stephanie says. “What is the place called Olive? What’s it called again?”

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