Page 38 of Reaper's Claim

A final presentation and an English final were all my mind could focus on. It seemed like all year I had been working towards this goal and now that it was here, I was stressing out.

“Babe.” Trent reached across the table, placing his hand on top of mine. “You really need to stop the pen tapping.” Those kissable lips of his twisted into a smile.

“Sorry. I’m just, well...” I looked down at my blank piece of paper. “Unsure what to write.”

“Well, good thing you have a full month before it is due.” He let go of my hands and stretched his arms.

We had been studying for a solid two hours, and I loved that Trent was willing to give up his Friday night to help me study.

“You’re right; we should really just have a break.” I closed my textbook. “Seriously, I’ve knocked that paper out of the way and only have one more to go, so why don’t we start our Friday night?”

“You sure?” He gave me a challenging look, as if he knew that I would still be thinking about this paper anyway, so why bother pulling me away from it.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to spend Friday night with my boyfriend.” It was settled; no more studying. “So what do you want to do?”

The front doorbell rang, and I knew that Aunty Amanda was at work and Abby wouldn’t come down to answer it.

“Ok, hold that thought. I’ll just get the door.” I shot him a smile, and he nodded his head.

The one thing I loved about living with Aunty Amanda was there weren't strangers coming and going. I felt lame admitting it, but it made me feel a hell of a lot safer, not to mention I no longer needed that deadbolt lock on my bedroom door.

I opened the front door, and my smile dropped immediately. My good mood went with it as well.

“Kim.” Drake smiled at me. “Abby in?”

“You know she is.” I crossed my arms. I never tried to hide the fact that I hated him.

Drake was a cancerous worm that had wiggled his way into my sister’s life. I didn’t jump straight to hating him. It went from liking him, to not trusting him, to not liking him, to hating him. Drake looked at Abby as if she was his property.

“Going to let me in?” He put a foot in the doorway, and I didn’t budge.

“No.”

“KIM, LET HIM IN!” Abby shouted from the stairs.

Huffing, I stepped out of his way to let him in, and boy did he always manage to make himself at home.

“How are you doing, Trent?” I heard him ask Trent as I followed him into the dining room.

“Good, Drake, yourself?”

“Always good, mate.” Drake shot him a wink and pulled out a chair.

I moved across the room quickly and went to sit on Trent’s lap. I didn’t know how Abby could stand to be around Drake; he gave me the fucking creeps.

“So how has your night been?” Drake started a conversation.

“Please don’t ask them; they will bore you to death.” Abby walked into the dining room and like always, she was wearing that pissed-off look. “Kim, Four Eyes,” she shot at us. “Ready to leave?” She placed a hand on Drake’s shoulder, and he got up.

“So you’re going out?” I asked Abby.

“No, I’m walking out with a bag to sit on the porch.” She rolled her eyes at me and handed Drake her bag. “God, you’re dumb.”

“Well, have a good night.” I smiled faintly at her. I never thought I would miss my awkward, nerdy sister, but I did.

“I would say the same, but I really don’t give a fuck if you have a good one or not.” She pulled her leather jacket on.

Abby was thinner, meaner, and had this sharp edge to her. I would love to blame it all on Drake, but he really could not take all the blame. Abby had transformed into this mean bitch all on her own.