Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Then don't talk. Let me do the talking. You just look pretty and look at me like you want to devour me." He commanded, a smug smile on his face. Everyone still stared at us, not sensing the tension as we maintained the same dreamy smiles to keep face. "Head up, bunny," Asher murmured, his voice dropping into that low, silky tone that made me drop my panties for him once before. "The lions are hungry." I gulped.

I'd wanted attention from James... but now, I have that of the whole school; I hadn't known it would feel like being hunted.

Before I could utter a word, I heard the voice of the one person I hadn't wanted to speak with. She clapped slowly, her minions of five girls who looked almost exactly like her gathering around with sharp eyes glaring at me while the guys made taunting noises.

"Well....if it isn't Asher Collins," Lydia said, her voice buttery as she walked over to the center where Asher and I stood. "So this is her," Lydia said calmly. "The mystery girl you left me for." They broke up?....when....I thought Asher said she knows about the fake dating plan...when the hell did they break up? I pinched his arm slightly at the news, only for the idiot to pull me much closer to him as if he didn't have a damn explanation to give me later.

Asher's arm stayed firm around me. "Lydia. Didn't think you were coming." He flashed her a smug smile, but she didn't appear amused. She glared at him with a different kind of look I'd never seen from her. Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, and the DJ no longer played the music, so she might as well have had a speaker to her mouth from the way her voice echoed off the walls.

"I wasn't," she replied sweetly. "But then I heard you'd replaced me in record time." And all of a sudden, her gaze snapped back to mine, and with a hateful expression as if she'd wished the floors would swallow me up, she hissed out a question, flashing me a condescending glare as if I were beneath her feet. "What's your name?"

I swallowed, trying to keep the tremble and fear out of my voice. "Nora." She didn't say anything, so there was a long pause, yet just when I thought she wouldn't say anything else, she added.

"Nora, what?" There was a sick, joyful glint in her eyes as she smirked at me, almost as if she knew something I didn't.

Every instinct screamed at me to freeze. To fold. To disappear. To run far away from the crazy rich kids of Washington, D.C.

Asher answered for me before I could utter a word. "Feathers."

Lydia raised a perfectly shaped brow on her very smooth, shiny skin. "Feathers," she repeated. "Funny. My family deals with PR, and we're acquainted with every wealthy family in Washington, but for some reason, I've never heard of your family."

"They travel," Asher said smoothly, answering for me again, and I didn't know whether to feel grateful or angry. "A lot." With that answer, she studied him for a long second, then smiled even wider. "Of course they do."

Her attention returned to me, sharp as a blade. "You're very brave, you know, for wearing red while having a body like that." The jab came just as I expected....this was why I didn't like vein visible. The rich kids of Riverbrooke High were spoiled, and they never failed to place someone beneath them.

"I..."

"She's with me," Asher interrupted me, his tone dropping as though it was a warning. "That's all that matters, Lydia, so watch your tone."

The air between them crackled to the point where everyone could feel the tension in the air pressing down on us. Lydia laughed lightly, and it made all of them breathe easier....except me....she unsettled me still. "Relax. I'm not upset, Asher....it was just an observation, darling."

I didn't believe her for a second.

"In fact," she continued, lifting her glass, "I think it's... refreshing. Seeing you try something new. We should toast to that." She downed the entire glass of champagne in one go, and with a harsh swallow, her eyes flicked to me again. "Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, Nora Feathers...."

Then she turned and disappeared into the crowd leaving me shivering with an unsettling cold and nausea bubbling in my throat.

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW.

I thought the rave was the most chaotic thing I would ever experience...little did I know, the rich kids were built different. By the time Monday morning came, Riverbrooke High had already devoured me alive with everything they'd got.

Before I went to bed that Sunday night, I'd decided to check the school blog, curiosity gnawing at me over what I saw Serena tying away at. And just as I'd suspected, my name was everywhere across her blog, as was the video of Asher practically eating my lips at the party, while screens lit up with people filming all around us. Nora Feathers was trending on Serena's blog, plastered across with crazy headlines that brought about ridiculous polls, and insane comments from the student body. The one that caught my attention most was;

ASHER COLLINS DUMPS QUEEN BEE, LYDIA FOR NEW GIRL, NORA FEATHERS. A SUPPOSED BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS FROM AUSTRALIA, DAUGHTER OF WEALTHY MERCHANT FRANK FEATHERS......WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE GIRL WHO DETHRONED LYDIA? STAY TUNED...

I didn't dethrone anyone! I hissed internally, but there was no point. beside me, my mother slept soundly, her hands sore from having scrubbed the floors all day.

My eyes moved over to the polls below, my heart pounding both with excitement and fear as I read through the lines;

Real or fake?

Billionaire royalty or pauper? I'd certainly like to find out.

How long untill queen Bee, Lydia, destroys her....we all know who truly owns Asher in this school, and it's not the new girl.

A part of me wondered how the hell they even knew about me at the party, or on the blog, before we could have given them anything, so I pulled up Asher's contact. 'CRAZY ASSHOLE.' The name I'd given him the moment he acted like that night hadn't happened flashed across my screen, plaguing me with memories I'd rather keep buried.....memories I keep fighting to stay buried every day.

"How on earth did they know who I was, or all about Nora feathers... even Elmo couldn't have given them that information in the short time we had to work with." I never expected him to respond, thinking he'd be with his friends, or father, or whatever weird nocturnal activity Asher buries himself with. However, he surprised me because, almost as if he'd been stalking me, his reply was immediate as the text bubbled over the screen;

"Because I'm a ninja." Cue the eye roll, because I rolled my eyes so hard, I could see my damn brain....Asher was insufferable!

"Not funny, you shrimp-faced human." I texted back.

"Oh, please, you love my very handsome face." I could taste the damn cockiness from each letter in the stupid text.

'Just answer the damn question."

"I had a tech guy publish an article about you five minutes before we entered the rave, so voila, ninja man strikes!" Could he be any cockier?

"Isn't that a crime?" I asked, apprehensive at the thought of getting sent to jail because I know his father would rather dye his hair pink than let his son and sole heir go to jail. Me on the other hand, had no father who would care about me enough to fight back, or be rich enough to make a difference.

"Who's stupid enough to arrest a Collin?" Of course, as I said.....his father would rather dye his hair pink; not that he would have to. The man was powerful enough to make night turn to day if he wanted.

"Goodnight, shrimp face."

"dream of me, bunny."

"Sure, I'll make sure to keep it real juicy... your beat up body would be perfect. So of course, I'll dream of you, darling, sure."

"At least you'd be dreaming about me, baby." I groaned into my pillow, frustrated....I could never win with the idiot!