My New Stepbrother

Evan?

"Dominique..."

"I see."

He faintly chuckles, slowly rises and stares me down as blood slipped through the gaps of his fingers as his cupped hand covered his split upper lip. My eyes were as wide as a world globe at this stage, and based on his facial expression, he was surprised at my stare also.

"I-I am so sorry!" I bow apologetically before him.

"What on earth is this ruckus?" before Dominique was able to respond to me, our ears twitched to a familiar voice. James to be precise. He was approaching us rather casually. His left hand jammed into his pant pocket whilst his right was behind him, scratching the back of his head. He raised two blonde brows and sighed. "I told you to go to class.... Hm?"

Shit.

I rise to better look at Mr Marshall, and was startled when two large hands were slapped down onto my shoulder's. "Is that blood, Dominique?" He asks as he stood behind me wearing a wide grin that informed us of just how amused he was.

"Are you stupid?" Dominique asks in return. "She kneed me in the mouth" James couldn't help but fill the oddly empty hallway with his laughter.

"Hahah! Oh my" he laughs. "What a sight"

He pats me on the back repeatedly and I stared back at him confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

Dominique rolls his eyes. "This tyrant is as vulgar as she is ugly"

Tyrant!?
"Oh how dare you! I wouldn't have attacked you if you didn't act so indecent! You are at fault here!" I snap back, twisting my head away from James to face my bully.

"You are the one whom obviously cannot control your temper. How do you hope to ever find yourself a man if you abuse every male that comes within fifty meters of you? Do you plan to die alone?" he retorts.

"Wh-why you-"

"That's quite enough of that" James cackles. He hunches forward so that his back was bent with his chin sitting comfortably on my shoulder. "You two are perfect for each other, two peas in a pod" he smiles.

Dominique and I scoff back at his remark. "You have got to be kidding me. I would be better off consuming a vile of poison than what I would be dating him"

We all fall silent, before once again, James fills the hallway with his echoing laughter. "Oh enough of this nonsense" Dominique spat, his mouth still covered by his palm. He turns on his heels and walks in the direction we faced. His back being the only part of him visible to me.

"Rip Claire, class 209A. It was a pleasure knowing you" I release an audible breath. Slumping my shoulders and throwing my head backwards in remorse. James moves backwards as I did so, his smile still fixated onto me.

"You are an interesting woman indeed" James informs me.

"Huh?"

"Not just anyone can land an attack on that guy. Him allowing you to get away with that is a miraculous sight. Watching that man fight is single handily the most terrifying spectacle I have ever been present for "

Oh? So Dominique is a fighter? I shouldn't be as surprised as I am however; it actually makes a lot of sense. A figure like his isn't just bestowed upon him at birth. He looks like he'd be the type to train to the point of exhaustion. Idiot.

"I haven't gotten away with anything" James looks down at me as I said so. "Don't forget that I live with that man now. What he wont do here, he will most definitely do there"