My stepbrother Giles is the biggest prick I've ever known. He lives to make fun of me, to tease me, to play his stupid pranks on me. Giles, the boy with the surfer good looks, went from being my long-distance heartthrob, to the subject of my every wet dream the moment he moved into my house and started sleeping down the hall. If our parents hadn't done the unthinkable, and married during our freshman year, we'd have never spoken a word to each other. And I could have gotten over my crush.
But instead, he became my new stepbrother, and I saw him everyday. Everyday, a torture, a knife in my heart. Watching Giles strut his stuff, gain his fame, become Class President and the star of the Lacrosse team, that didn't bother me. But watching the sexy and popular girls lining up to be his next score - that was hard to take. I died a little every time I saw him making out with his latest girl-of-the-week, giving her tongue in the quad, or making out in his car, or going farther downstairs on our living room couch. I wanted to be the one he kissed. I wanted to be the one he pressed against the cushions.
But he only saw me one way. I was his geeky little stepsister, and the favorite target of his next elaborate prank.
I knew my secret desire for him was not only dangerous and wrong - it was crap! I knew he hated me. Why else would he do the things he did? Why else did he constantly tease me and hunt for new ways to embarrass me? Why else was he always so mean to me?
And now, high school is over and our last summer is coming to an end. Tomorrow he's off to college, out of my life forever. And I've only got tonight to tell him how I feel. One final chance to show him what he means to me. I'm determined to tell him. No matter the cost. I have no choice!