I get up and groan as my step daddy yell for me to get down. Once again I’m late for school. I’m 17, and still have a few months before I graduate, ironically on my 18th birthday. I put on some clothes, put my hair in a messy bun and run downstairs. Oliver, my step daddy has made me an egg and bacon sandwich in a to-go container, so I grab it and head for the door. I put on my shoes and a coat before running out the door, into the garage and into Oliver’s car. I put on my seatbelt and gawk at him through my eyelashes. His name may be Oliver, but he doesn’t look like one. He is tall, muscular and a real redneck. Red hair, short, red beard, green eyes and a great body. I’ve had a crush on him for a while, but I know he’s a decent guy. He won’t do anything to me before I turn 18, of course, b
