Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 42: Angel Got The Judgy Look

Chapter 42: Angel Got The Judgy Look

APRIL

I tried my best, begging Angel to put on my long-sleeve sweater so she could hide the ink on her body..

I kept holding out the soft yellow knit toward her chest, my hands trembling as my eyes practically pleaded with her stubborn crimson gaze.

I know the orphanage. The nuns there are a judgy set of people.. Angel’s tattoos were too exposed, and me, who had already left a bad impression on them, was already replacing it with my kindness to the children..

Despite not liking me in our first meeting, the second one was okay.. They overlooked what they called my immoral dressing at a holy orphanage..

For short, Angel refused my sweater. She called it sweaty cotton and said it would give her rashes..

She shoved my hand away with a single flick of her wrist, her lip curling in absolute disgust as if I had just handed her a pile of trash.

Rude, yes, she said it in a rude manner...

My teeth bit into the inside of my lower lip, a sudden flare of hot frustration making my cheeks burn as I shoved the rejected sweater back into my bag.

I did not ask her to be here, but somehow she was here, and with her being here came my reputation..

She is my step-sister, and when I introduce her to the nuns, all they will do is stare at her with judgmental eyes and see her as some kind of immoral person..

I glanced sideways at her broad silhouette, watching her long strides effortlessly tear through the quiet courtyard without a single care in the world.

And my prediction was right. The same look I felt when I first arrived here was the same look they gave Angel..

The two older nuns standing near the stone archway froze mid-conversation, their thin lips tightening into flat, icy lines as their eyes locked onto us.

From her sneakers up to her wine-red hair... then the drawings on her skin..

Their gaze dragged slowly up her tall frame, lingering with open shock on the dark ink crawling up her neck and the bright red spikes of her hair.

And Angel couldn’t care less... she brought her shameless behavior into the orphanage home.

She rolled her broad shoulders back, her hands shoved deep into her pockets as she whistled a low, arrogant tune right past the stiff religious women.

While the kids were inside their hostel, we were busy arranging the garden. I was busy pumping air into the mini bouncing castle for the birthday girl..

I crouched down near the flat plastic vinyl spread out on the grass, my hands gripping the manual foot pump and pressing down with all my weight.

"What is it with these nuns... why are they giving me those eyes... Do you think they are attracted to me?" Angel, who was supposed to be making herself useful, was instead just here acting like a boss, saying no one tells her what to do..

She leaned against the wooden fence post, her ankles crossed lazily as she looked down at me with an arrogant smirk gracing her lips.

"It’s because of how you dress... your arm is too exposed, and you are wearing oversized baggy pants... I am certain belts were invented for a specific reason.." I replied, staring down at Angel’s pants that were down to her butt, exposing her boxers..

My face flushed crimson as my eyes caught the branded elastic waist of her underwear sticking out clearly above her low-slung trousers.

"What is wrong with my dressing? It’s perfect..."

She adjusted her plain black shirt with a cocky shrug, her voice carrying straight across the quiet courtyard for every single nun to hear clearly.

Of course everything in your life is perfect Angel.. even your white teeth are also perfect..

I glared up at her straight, flawless smile, my heart giving a stupid, unwanted flutter that made me press down on the air pump even harder out of anger.

"Your dressing is immoral, and it’s not acceptable here..." I said straight to her, wishing inside that she would stop bugging me and go find something useful to do.. and also because the nuns were starting to see that we were busy talking about them..

My breath came out in short, nervous gasps as I worked the pump, my eyes darting toward the stone porch where Sister Teresa was whispering behind her hand.

"They are supposed to accept people for who they are... if they are talking about oversized clothes... they should start with theirs... look at it, it covers them from veil to toe, and it’s even sweeping the ground like a wedding gown..." Angel said.

She gestured casually with her chin toward the long black habits, her tone dripping with mock seriousness as she leaned further.

"They are nuns, Angel. They are meant to wear that style.."

I snapped back in a harsh whisper, my hands slipping slightly on the plastic handle as sweat began to bead along my hairline from the effort.

"And I am Angel Morningstar who wears whatever I want... The nuns in my uncle’s church in Mexico are sexy, intelligent, their habits fit them perfectly, and they accept all kinds of people.."

She crossed her arms over her chest, the thick muscles of her biceps flexing tightly under her ink-covered skin as she delivered the ridiculous statement.

"Angel, go find something useful to do... you are disturbing my peace.." I said because I wanted her gone..

I wiped my brow with the back of my sleeve, my aching arms burning as the plastic castle barely inflated by a few miserable inches on the grass.

"I don’t even want to be here.."

She rolled her eyes toward the clear sky, letting out a loud, dramatic sigh that vibrated deep within her broad, powerful chest.

"Then go home. I’m not begging you to be here.."

I pushed down again with all my strength, my round glasses slipping down the bridge of my sweaty nose as I focused entirely on my task.

"I am not going home without you... since you want me to be useful... you are too slow and weak... let me show you how it’s done.."

Before I could even process her words, her massive shadow fell completely over me, her hand reaching down to snatch the pump right out of my grip.

Angel collected the hand pump and started pumping... she was pumping so fast, trying to prove a stupid point, showing off her muscles and stamina..

Her broad shoulders moved in a fast, relentless rhythm, her arms driving the piston down with explosive force that made the plastic castle hiss and expand rapidly.

Now she is creating attention...

God, please open the ground and swallow me whole.. because if someone asks me whether I know this girl, I will just deny her in a heartbeat...

The sound of the pump echoed loudly through the entire garden, drawing the wide eyes of every single nun and orphan looking through the windows.