The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Hello?

Arielle's PoV

I woke up to the sunlight beaming through my window above my head. Ugh. Remind me to put my blind up today.

I laid in bed, my eyes flicking around the room. It was very plain and boring. I didn't like it.
Just as I sat up, there was a knock at my door.
"Come in." I mumbled, rubbing at my tired eyes.
"Hey." Noah poked his head around the door.
"Oh, it's you." I rolled my eyes.
"You should feel lucky that you get to see this face first thing in the morning. Many people would kill for that." His cockiness made me feel sick. He was just too far up his own ass.
"What do you want, Noah?" I asked.
"I was just coming to tell you that I'm heading out. My mum and your dad have already left for work so you'll be alone. Is that ok?" He asked.
"I'm 20 years old for god sake. Why does everybody treat me like a baby?" I groaned, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Maybe because you act like one." He winked.
I gasped, grabbing my pillow and throwing it at him only for him to catch it. God dammit.
"Shut up!" I snapped.
"Goodbye, Arielle." He chuckled, tossing the pillow back to me.
"Oh, and nice hair." He snickered before running out of the room.
I frowned, catching glimpse of my hair in the mirror. Well shit, I looked terrible.

Pulling myself out of my bed, I made may way out of my room and into the bathroom where I had a pee and brushed my teeth. However, the floor was soaking wet and there were towels scattered around the it. Oh the joys of living with a guy... I now hate this whole sharing a bathroom malarkey.
I decided that I was going to get some breakfast, shower and then continue on with my room. Maybe I'll even invest in a tv for my room. That way I'll never really have to go downstairs... unless there's food.

I opened up the fridge. It was pretty full from when Kelly and Noah went out yesterday.
Hmmm... what to eat?
In the end, I had settled on some fruit and yogurt. It won't hurt to be healthy for once in my life. Plus, I actually kind of fancied it.

As I sat at the breakfast bar, watching YouTube, my phone dinged with a message from Jason.

FROM JAY
Wakey wakey sunshine

I laughed a little, placing my spoon down in the bowl and answering him.

TO JAY
I'm awake... are you proud of me?

FROM JAY
Woah, Arielle Hartman up before 8. Are you ok? 😱

TO JAY
Wonderful actually

FROM JAY
Good 😂 what are you up to today? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever

TO JAY
You were here yesterday 🤨

FROM JAY
Yes, a full 16 hours ago.

TO JAY
Gosh, it's like you're obsessed with me 😉

FROM JAY
So is that a 'no Jason, I'm not busy today, you can totally come over'... Perfect, I'm on my way

TO JAY
I'm alone so please 😂

Jason didn't reply after that so I was just assuming that he was already on his way. We don't live as close as we used to so it would probably take him about 20 minutes to walk here... unless he runs but Jason running? God, that doesn't happen. Like ever.

About half an hour later, whilst I was washing up my bowl, the door went. That must be him.

I ran into the hallway, pulling open the door to see Jason with a grin on his face.
"Good morning, m'lady." He bowed.
"Ah, Good day sir." I laughed, stepping aside, allowing my best friend in to the house.
"It's starting to look good." He looked around, slipping his shoes off and hanging his coat over the stairs.
"It's still not the same though." I pouted.
"I know but you're getting there." He shrugged.
"Oh and, guess what!" He grinned.
"What?" I asked.
"I brought snacks!" He held up a bag.
"Of course you did." I giggled. Jason is always providing the snacks. It's great.

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Jason and I had been sitting in the front room for a few hours, reacting to some old pictures and videos of ourselves. Yes, I know, it's sad but we actually find ourselves pretty entertaining.

"Right, I best get going." He let out a huff, shoving the last square of the chocolate bar into his mouth.
"Why?" I frowned.
"Tia is coming over at 3." He got up with a stretch. Tia was Jason's older sister. She moved out of their family home a few years back.
"Oh, ok." I nodded my head, standing up also.

I followed Jason to the door, waving him off before returning to my seat on the sofa. Ugh, maybe I should put all our rubbish in the bin.
Just as I was about to clean up after us, the home phone rang. Do I answer it? I mean, it could be a cold caller. In that case, I'd just put the phone down. I ran around the house, searching for it and once I did, I pressed the answer button, holding it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello, this is Detective Bolton. Is this Kelly Centineo?" My heart stopped. Oh my god. Who's gotten themselves arrested or hurt? Was it my dad or Noah?
"Uh, yeah." I lied. I needed to know and if I told them that it was me, they probably wouldn't tell me.
"Would it be possible for you to come down to the station and bail out Noah Centineo?" He asked. What the? What the fuck has he done? Noah has been arrested.
"Sure. I'll be there right away." I put the phone down, running my hands over my face.

What the fuck just happened? Would Kelly and my dad know about this? They'd probably flip their shit. What on Earth has Noah done? I guess I'm going to find out...