Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(13)

“I’ll catch you both after.” I lean forward and plant a little kiss on Sasha’s cheek and walk away. I can’t help myself from looking back and I watch as her hand goes to the place I just kissed her.

I head to the locker room and most of the guys are already showered, so I grab my towel and start to undress. I’m about to hit the showers when I hear one of my teammates, Richard, call out to me.

“What’s going on with you and that nerdy girl?” My fists clench up.

“We’re friends.”

“But why? She isn’t even that hot.” I feel my knuckles go white.

“I don’t need to explain why I like someone, but she is smart, funny and better than most of the girls in this school.”

He scoffs. “Oh, come on man, you’re trying to bone her right?” I feel my patience wearing thin.

“Actually, I’m not. I like her.” I turn around and start to walk away.

“She must have a magic vagina.” He laughs and so does a few of the other guys. I turn, grabbing Richard by his shirt, pinning him against the lockers.

“Remember your place, Rich, you don’t want to cross me. Do not talk about her like that again. You get me?” He nods and I release him. Looking around the room, I notice everyone is gawking at me. “That goes for the rest of you. She isn’t just some whore, so I don’t want you treating her like one.” They nod. I walk to the showers and once the water starts to hit my aching muscles, my shoulders slump.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Sasha is making me crazy. I think I need to stay away from her. I don’t want to, but I’m already causing fights and arguing with my friends. I need to take a step back. I’ll go to her now and tell her I have a busy schedule coming up so I won’t be around a lot.

It’s a pathetic move, but I can’t be acting like this over a girl I hardly know and didn’t even start talking to until yesterday.

I head back to the field and music fills my ears. Walking to where Sasha was sitting, I freeze when I get closer. Karen has Heart ‘Alone’ playing and Sasha is singing along with the words. Fuck me, what I was thinking about before just flies right out the window.

Her voice gets stronger, pulling me in. I walk closer and just watch her sing and the emotions that cross her features. When the chorus hits, her voice is so powerful it hits me to the very core.

When her eyes open, they connect with mine. It’s like she is singing to me. The instrumental part of the song plays and she gives me a smile and then starts singing again. I walk closer to her and sit beside her as she finishes the song, staring at her in awe.

“That was amazing,” I finally manage to say and she looks to her hands, looking so innocent.

“She doesn’t take compliments well when it comes to her singing,” Karen says.

“You are so good. So much better in person.”

“What do you mean in person?” Sasha looks up at me, confused. Shit. I wish I didn’t say anything.

“I kind of looked you and your band up and watched you play.” Now it’s me looking embarrassed.

“You searched for me?”

I nod. “Yeah.” She must be happy that I did as my favorite smile is back.

“You want to walk me home?” I look over to Karen.

“I have plans,” she says, answering my silent question.

“I’d love to walk you home.” I stand and give her my hand to take, which she does.

We walk Karen to her car and when we are alone I give her hand a squeeze and we walk to her house, hand in hand.





Sasha


His hand in mine feels so right. It’s the strangest thing, but I feel safe, cared for. All by my hand in his. He asks me questions about my band and the music we play. He listens to every word I say. I ask him questions about football and try and digest everything he tells me; it sounds more complicated than I thought. I knew he was a quarterback but learning about the other players and what they do, it gets confusing.

“You need to sing for me again.”

“What would you want me to sing?”

“I don’t care, I just want to hear you sing.” I chuckle. “You really are good. I can imagine you on stage, holding your own concert. Your voice touching so many.” I look at him, shocked by his words, and he is being so serious that I’m touched that he thinks I’m that good.

“I’m okay. I play better on guitar, though.”

“Well, you have to sing for me while you play the guitar then.” We laugh.

“Fine, I’ll play for you. Your very own private concert.”

“What about now?” I stop and he stands in front of me.

“Now? As in now, now?”

“Yeah, why not? We’re almost at your house and I really want to hear you play again.” I bite my lip. This would mean he would be in my house, in my room. We’ll be alone. I don’t know if I trust myself to be alone with him. The way my body reacts to him, I can’t promise myself that I would say no.

“I just want to hear you sing. I’m not expecting anything else. I promise.” He lifts my hand that’s in his and kisses my knuckles. “I will be the perfect gentleman.”

“Okay,” I whisper. When we get to my house, I open the door and let him inside before closing it behind me, watching as he looks around. I know we’ll be alone tonight since mom called me after school, that’s why I was running late to Colin’s practice. She wanted to say she was going on another date.