Claimed By My Stepbrother novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Camila POV

The cool morning air hit my face as I stepped outside, a welcome distraction from the weird vibe in the house. But as I walked down the driveway toward the bus stop, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

I glanced over my shoulder, half–expecting to see Ethan standing there like some silent predator. But the driveway was empty, and his car was nowhere in sight.

“Get a grip, Camila,” I muttered to myself, quickening my pace. “You’re being

paranoid. It’s just a guy. A weird, creepy guy, sure, but still just a guy.”

The bus arrived a few minutes later, and I climbed on, grateful for the relative normalcy of public transportation. As I took a seat by the window, I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. Whatever Ethan’s deal was, at least I had a little time to breathe before having to deal with him again.

But even as the bus rumbled down the street, I couldn’t help but wonder: why did it

feel like this was far from over?

The bus pulled up to the school, and I was more than ready to escape the cramped space and the overly loud chatter of early morning gossip. I grabbed my bag and stepped off, inhaling the crisp air that smelled vaguely of freshly cut grass and exhaust fumes from the line of cars pulling into the lot.

And then I saw her- Tess. She was just parking her car, the bright red paint gleaming in the sunlight like some sort of showpiece. She spotted me almost immediately and waved, a wide grin splitting her face as she jogged over. Her blonde curls bounced with each step, and her oversized sunglasses looked ridiculously glamorous for someone in high school.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up bright and early,” Tess teased, adjusting her bag strap as she reached me.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t act too surprised,” I shot back, smirking. “Not all of us have a car

and can roll in whenever we want.”

“Oh, trust me, I noticed. You’re looking very… public transportation chic today.”

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I rolled my eyes.

“Bite me,

Tess.”

She laughed, nudging me playfully. “Kidding, kidding. But seriously, next time, text me. I could’ve swung by and picked you up.”

Before I could respond, a familiar voice chimed in.

“Are you two always this loud, or is this a special occasion?”

I turned to see Liam strolling up beside us, effortlessly cool as always. His dark jeans were perfectly fitted, his white shirt looked annoyingly crisp, and his leather jacket gave him that “too cool to care” vibe that somehow didn’t come off as pretentious. His perfectly styled hair made him look like he belonged on the cover of some teen magazine, not walking through a school parking lot.

“Liam,” Tess said with mock sweetness, “don’t you have some fans to charm or

something?”

He smirked, adjusting his jacket. “Not yet. I figured I would grace you two with my

presence first.”

I snorted. “How generous of you.”

Liam leaned closer to me, lowering his voice just enough to be playful. “You’re

welcome, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Brightening your morning,” he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. Tess groaned dramatically, throwing her hands up. “I swear, this school would be so much more peaceful if you just stayed home.”

“Not my style,” Liam quipped, falling into step with us as we headed toward the school building.

The three of us were mid–banter when the atmosphere shifted. It was subtle at first, a hum of excitement rippling through the crowd of students. But then it grew louder- whispers, gasps, the telltale signs that someone important had arrived.

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I glanced around, trying to figure out what the fuss was about, and that’s when I saw

him. Ethan.

He had just pulled into the lot in his sleek black car, the kind of car that looked way too expensive for a high school student to be driving. As soon as he stepped out, the entire parking lot seemed to collectively hold its breath. His presence demanded attention, even if he wasn’t actively seeking it.

But it wasn’t just his arrival that had me frozen- it was the way his eyes immediately found mine. He didn’t look around, didn’t acknowledge the other students gawking at him. His gaze locked onto me like he had some kind of radar.

I tried to look away, but it was like he was pinning me in place with just his stare. My

pulse quickened, and my grip tightened on the strap of my bag. What was his deal? Why

did he keep doing this?

Beside me, Tess whispered, “Uh… is it just me, or is he staring right at you?”

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