The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Author's Warning: Be prepared for a long A/N :P ALSO, this is not proof-read so you're free to point out any errors (:

"Quite playing games, Jay. Tell me why you're here." I said, my voice cold.  

He chuckled. "I'm not playing games, sweetheart. The only one who's playing games is you."  

His breath hit my neck and my, it send dangerous shivers down my spine. I cannot be this close to him.  

Moving away, I nervously fiddled with my hair. He scares me. A lot more than I'll ever be able to admit. 

It is not something I'm proud of. And it's definitely not something I want him to know.  

"How're you, Rebecca?" He whispered in my ear; leaving a small chaste kiss below it.  

I retreated immediately and turned around for the first time to glare at him.  

Now that I got a good look at him, I realized he looked incredibly handsome today. With his blonde hair in a messy bed hair style and his eyes a beautiful complexion to his ever glowing skin; he looked a perfect model. His white button up shirt was tucked into his pants and his jacket-suit looked absolutely breath-taking on him. I wanted to drool at him but I couldn't for two reasons: 

1) He was my step brother and 2) I absolutely hated him. I couldn't hate someone more. But I still couldn't deny that he looked gorgeous. No amount of denying could ever change that fact. But that was nothing compared to his douche-bag attitude. You'd hate him if you were me too.  

"You can stop checking me out, princess." His voice brought me down to Earth.  

I glared at him and ignored him. "Piss off."  

He smirked at me. "I would but I can't. Unfortunately. I'd rather be screwing some random sl*t than be here; in this stuck up party." 

I was beyond annoyed. "Nobody asked you to be here, Jay. We don't want you here." 

He tutted at me. "That's where you are wrong, baby. Granny dragged me here for your excuse of a mother's birthday."  

That's all it took for me to lose my self control and the next thing I knew, Jay was holding his jaw and glaring at me for having punched him. Hard, might I add.  

"Stupid b*tch!" He caught my arms tightly; his death grip making me wince in pain. His frown vanished and a wicked smirk replaced it. I tried to mask my fear but I'm sure it was quite evident with the way I was shivering.  

"You played with the wrong person, babe. Now I'm going to make you regret it all." He dragged me to a secluded place and I started hyperventilating.  

"No, no, no." I kept on pleading to him but he paid a deaf ear to me as he continued running his hands up and down my thigh. I cringed and tried to get out of his hold but he had a vice like grip.  

"Please, leave me alone, Jay. Don't do this, please." By now I was in hysterics.  

He laughed at me. "In a few minutes you'll be begging for me to finish it faster."  

He sickened me. So much. And I loathed him with all my heart. I cannot lose my dignity this way. I just can't. God, why is this happening to me? With my step-brother nonetheless!  

He started lowering himself dangerously close to my lips as he took an opportunity to play with the hem of my dress. 

"HEY!!! GET THE F*CK OFF HER!" I heard a voice scream from behind me and I was never so happy in my life. Ever. I saw Jay be thrown away from my body as somebody picked me up bridal style. I saw Harry punching Jay repeatedly as Louis started asking me if I was okay. I slightly nodded my head and sniffled into his chest.