Being in love with my stepbrother

Chapter 28

Samuel's POV

We arrive just before the first bell. We would have been on time, but we stopped and made out for about half an hour before we left. The bell rings and we part ways to head to our first classes. Caitlyn walks up beside me.

- How is he doing? - She asks. I look at the teenagers standing in the hallway, they stare at me, stepping away from me as if I'm carrying the Black Plague.

- I have no clue. Mum and I had a argument at the hospital, before I passed out on your yard. She hasn't talked to me since then, and I'm pretty sure my step-dad isn't too fond of me. - I reply.

- Oh okay. - says Caitlyn quietly.

- Do you want to see him? I can drive you and Caroline there? - She asks.

- Yeah I'll think about it, thanks though. - I answer.

We walk into our first class together, English. Caitlyn and I sit next to each other, copying notes from the board silently. I swear, I was catching people glaring at me, as soon as I caught them they would turn away, they would all whisper about something.

First lesson ends and the bell for recess rings. I walk out into the playground, once again, everyone eyes me off.

- What the fuck is everyone's problem? - I mutter.

- Samuel, this isn't my fault, I haven't told anyone. - whispers Caitlyn extremely quietly. I nod.

- I know. - I reply in a whisper.

- Hey dickhead! - Calls a voice from behind. I stop walking, and turn around to the voice.

- What's it like knowing your bother nearly died for some drugs and dirty pussy? - He taunts. I take a step towards him,  Caitlyn steps in front of me.

- Don't do this. - she pleads quietly. I glance down at her sternly.

- Move. - I say. Caitlyn looks back at me pleadingly, I look back at the teenager in front of me, I don't know his name, not that I care. He's tall as I am, and clearly a gym junkie. - With muscles like that, I wonder what you're compensating for. - I taunt laughing. The guys face changes from a smirk to a scowl. A crowd builds around us.

- What the fuck did you say? - He spits, stepping towards me and getting in my face. I stand tall, refusing to back down.

- Are you deaf too? - I ask mockingly.

- Are you trying to pick a fight? - He threatens, grabbing my collar. I laugh.

- Nope. - I answer. He loosens his grip. - I'm starting one. - I add, punching him in the jaw. The guys recoils back, I charge at him, tackling him and driving him back into the hallway, slamming him into the metal lockers. The crowd chases after us, chanting our names, turns out his name is Scott. I step back, smiling widely. Scott clambers to his feet infuriated. He steps towards me, throwing the first punch with his left arm, I block with my forearm, he throws another punch, the blow landing on my temple. I stagger backwards, disorientated, Scott shoves me up against the concrete walls. My head and back slam into the wall, both winding and dazing me. Scott punches me again, his blows hits my nose and eye. I close my eye, it'll swell up later, but now I had a fight to win.