Stepbrother JEEZ! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #4) by Claire Adams Page B

classes started up again, I still wasn’t ready
to face anyone—in spite of the texts and calls I got from the guys at the frat.
I knew Jaxon wouldn’t have told any of them anything about what had happened
between us; he was probably just as fucked up about it as I was .   Plus, the guys in
the frat weren’t the kind of people to talk to about it. I could possibly be
safe hanging out with them, but then I would almost certainly run into Jaxon.
And if Jaxon and I were avoiding each other, then someone would definitely
notice it. And then the questions would start. It would be impossible for none
of it to come out—something would get around the group. Either
that I’d had sex with Jaxon or that Jaxon was now my brother, someone
would figure something out and I’d have to deal with everyone talking about it.
    So the night before classes started I decided that I
wasn’t even going to think about anyone from the frat, any of my old friends. I
was going to just be a hermit for a little while longer; go to class, come
straight back to the dorms, get my meals to go from the dining hall. None of my
roommates really liked hanging out with me, and I didn’t really enjoy the kinds
of things they wanted to do—so that at least wouldn’t be a problem. I would
just figure my shit out and then get back to whoever was still around. If
anyone asked about it to my face I’d just tell them that I had a lot of
homework and studying to do, that I was just taking a break for a while. My
grades could only benefit from it, after all. The last thing I wanted was to
start having arguments with my mom about my classes after everything else we’d
been through .
    I was so desperate to get over the incredibly shitty
mess that I almost considered going to the school shrink. I knew he sucked; one
of my roommates had gone to him for her generalized anxiety disorder and he was
terrible at helping her. But I thought, if there was anyone on campus I could
possibly talk to about it, it might be that guy. I decided against it when I
realized that he’d probably think lusting after my new stepbrother was a sign
of some kind of mental instability. It definitely occurred to me to think that
if he did think that he’d probably be right—what kind of mentally ill person
went after their sibling? But I kept telling myself, over and over again, that
it couldn’t be that weird. That I ’d been into Jaxon well
before I’d even known he was my stepbrother. The fact that I’d kept
going for him—even though I knew it was weird, even though I knew that it made
everyone else uncomfortable—was just because I couldn’t get over him.
    But if I could just stay away from him, if I could
make myself stay away from the frat and Jaxon, I could get over him. I’d gotten
over other guys plenty of times. I just needed time and space and I’d get out
there again and find some other guy and Jaxon could just be my stepbrother.
Everyone could be happy. But the idea of Jaxon being my brother still made my
stomach turn flip-flops inside of me. I couldn’t stand the thought of someone
being my brother who’d seen me naked, who I’d had sex with .
It was horrifying. I couldn’t stand how much it hurt my mom to find out, but
even though I knew I should be disgusted—and even when I was—I couldn’t stop
myself from remembering how hot Jaxon was, how good he’d felt inside of me. I
knew it would take time, and I couldn’t see any way out of it, but I hated
every moment of it, and it didn’t seem to get any easier.

 
    Chapter
Two
    The first day of classes, I hurried out of the dorms
and kept my eyes straight in front of me. I left for my early class with just
enough time to grab something from the dining hall—coffee and a banana, a granola
bar for when my stomach started growling halfway through. I was in and out in
less than a minute, and on my way to the building. I was glad that only a few
of the people I knew from the frat bothered taking early-morning