The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Are you done?

Noah's PoV

It's weird you know. Weird that the only person I really want to spend my time with is Arielle. I don't have any friends but quite frankly, I don't care.
Hearing her laugh from something Jason said hits me with a pang of jealousy. I never make her laugh that loud and I wish I could. Her laugh is infectious and I suddenly found myself smiling along to it.
Hearing her was like music to my ears. Even when she's shouting at me, her voice still sends shivers down my spine. Is it that normal to be attracted to someone's voice?

The ball in my hand really wasn't keeping me entertained. I have such a boring life when I'm not with her. I want to sit in there with her and Jason but that seems rude. She wants time with him, alone.
I threw the tennis ball at my wall, catching it once it bounces off. I've been doing this for the past ten minutes. Any normal guy my age would either be out getting wasted in the bars or playing on their console of some type. There isn't really an inbetween. Oh my, I'm the inbetween. Great.

Suddenly, my bedroom door came flying open. What the...
Before I could even get a look to see what was happening or who it was, I was slammed up against my bedroom wall, the ball dropping to the ground.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" George spat. What is he talking about?
"Well I was playing with that ball before disturbed me!" I slapped his hands off of me, readjusting my shirt where he had balled it up in his fists.
"You're messing around with my little sister?" His face was red with anger as he shoved me to the wall again. I better not come out of this with more bruises.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" My voice was low. I wasn't scared of him.
"Don't fucking lie to me!" He growled, pulling me into him before shoving me back against the wall again. I just don't have much luck with walls.
"You don't know shit." I spat, placing one hand on his shoulder before taking a punch to his stomach. I didn't want to hurt him for Arielle's sake but he's going to make it difficult for me.

George hunched over slightly, gripping his stomach as his eyes looked into mine with complete rage. Adrenaline was slowly starting to take over my body. If he says anything else, I'm going to enjoy beating the living shit out of him.
He went to lash out at me again but I blocked his punch, taking his fists into my hand and turning him around so the side of his face was now pressed up against the wall.

"I don't want to fight you, George." I growled. Please don't make me do this, Ari will hate me.
He struggled in my grip for a while before calming down slightly.
"Are you done?" I asked. I don't know how Jason and Arielle haven't heard our loud exchange yet but I'm thankful.
He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to pull his hands out of my hold before stopping again, realising he really didn't have much luck.
"I said, are you done?" I gritted my teeth, moving my face closer to his in a threatening manner.
George slowly nodded his head and I hesitantly released my grip only to immediately regret once he took a sharp punch to my jaw, knocking me back a few feet. Dickhead.

I dodged his next punch, kicking back his foot so he fell to the floor with a thud. This boy needs to learn a little bit of self defence. Ha, coming from the one who just got his ass beat the other night.

I ignored the pain in my jaw as I clambered on top of him, my knees against the floor either side of his hips and my hands holding his to the ground beside his head. He was trapped now and there was no way I was letting him go until he had spoken calmly to me about what he's heard.

"Let go of me." He spoke firmly.
"Not until you tell me what the heck is going on." I needed to keep my cool and keep my voice low so Arielle doesn't hear.
"Don't act dumb, you dipshit." He spat and I mean literally spat. I pursed my lips and squinted my eyes as the warm liquid hit my face. Fucking disgusting.
"Don't do that again." I warned him, lifting his hands up slightly before slamming them back down to the floor. I didn't want to cause much physical harm. I attempted to wipe the spit away from my face with my shoulder but it really wasn't any help.
"You let me go or I swear to god I'll shout for her." He threatened. I gave him a small laugh.
"How about you be a man and tell me why the hell you barged into my room like that." I shook my head. He wouldn't call for her, I know he wouldn't. I could tell by the look on his face.
"You think no one would ever notice huh?" He began. I'm just going to let him speak, he's clearly got a lot to say.
"It all makes sense now, she was leaving your room this morning because she slept with you last night." Shit.
"Didn't she?" He was pressing my buttons.
"To shameful to admit it? Pathetic." He hissed.
"She came to get her phone." I shook my head, continuing our lie from earlier. He doesn't know what he's saying.
"I heard her, talking to Jason. I'm not stupid." He tried to wriggle his hands out from under mine but I only held them tighter.
"You were earwigging?" I grew more annoyed. How disrespectful.
"I was in the bathroom, the walls are paper thin." He snapped and I gulped. Jason and Arielle were talking about us? Now I want to ask him about the kind of things they were saying about me but then that would make me as bad as her brother.
"Whatever you heard is bullshit." I lashed back.
"If you don't tell them, I will." My heart was beating at an uncontrollable pace in my chest.

I don't know how to tell our parents, I don't know how long this douchebag is giving us.
"You tell them tonight, or I will." He growled, finally plucking up the strength to push me off of him. 
"Oh, and you deserve this." One big knock to my head and I was out like a light.

What the actual fuck?