Her heart dropped into her stomach and she quickly looked away from his face. "Alright," she quavered. She backed up and sneaked a glance at his computer. It was just a word document, but he saw her look and stepped to his left, blocking her view. She turned around and walked out of his room, closing the door behind her. Her legs felt like they would collapse underneath her any second. Casey carefully walked back to her room, keeping close to the wall in case her legs really did give out. When she reached her door and went to push it open, she realized that her hand was trembling more than it had been before. She shut her door and collapsed onto her bed.

She felt drained, physically and mentally, although she hadn't done anything all day. Why was this affecting her? I don't care. I'm glad really. He's my step-brother. He's rude, arrogant, thought-less, greedy, and revengeful. I could never really like him. Plus, he doesn't like me. No matter what she told herself in her head though, the feeling that her chest was constricting wouldn't stop.


Well, that's the end of this story. But it doesn't really end here. Hidden is the next story. I'd link you to it here, but I don't think it will let me, so you'll just have to go onto my profile and look for it, 'kay? And tell me if you liked this story. That'd be uber helpful too.