The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Honey, let him talk.

Noah's PoV

I knew locking Arielle in the car will back fire on me later but I wasn't finished.
They needed to know exactly how we feel about each other and how it's going to be from now on.
Her bashes on the car window for me to go back to her almost made me stop in my tracks but I had to keep going, I need to speak with them.

As I unlocked the front door, the sound of shouting and glass shattering filled my ears. I shouldn't have come back, I'm only going to make this worse. However, I continued to follow the sounds, my feet taking me back to the kitchen.
"Michael, stop!" My mum screamed as a glass was thrown across the kitchen, only just skimming me. Red wine coated my freshly clean shirt. For fuck sake. That's when they noticed that I had returned. Mum and Michael had froze, tears streaming down both their faces.
George was nowhere to be seen. He starts this then runs off like a little child. Pathetic.

"I thought I told you to leave!" Michael yelled at me. He didn't scare me, though he thought he did.
"I still have things to say to you." I stood my ground. I'm not leaving here tonight until I've finished. Hopefully Arielle isn't smart enough to work out that the car actually unlocks from the inside too...
"You've said enough." My mum said, dropping to her knees as she desperately tried to pick up the glass.
"Let me." I walked over to the cupboard under the sink, pulling out the dustpan and brush. I know it's not my mess but it's the least I can do.
"You don't have to." My mum cried, wiping the tears off of her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
"I do but please, just sit down and listen to me." They both looked at me before looking at each other and deciding to sit down at the breakfast bar whilst I began to sweep up the broken glass on the floor.

"How long?" Michael's voice was quiet and a lot calmer than earlier.
"Not too long after we met." I answered truthfully. I needed to tell them, they deserved to know considering we may have just ruined their wedding.
"Fuck." Michael cussed, burying his head in his hands. His reaction to us was honestly quite heartbreaking to watch, he's never going to be okay with it. I watched as I brushed the small shards of glass into the pan, making sure I hadn't missed any incase anyone was to step on some. Except George, I wouldn't mind too much if he trod on a piece. Hopefully it's a large piece. Okay. That's mean but you know, I'm not taking it back.

Once I had made sure that I got every last piece, I walked over to the bin, emptying the pan and putting it back where I found it.

"Look-" I began, leaning my back up against the kitchen side, crossing my arms over my chest. Ew, I stink of red wine.
"I get that what we've done is wrong." I continued before Michael cut me off.
"Yeah, no shit." He scoffed.
"Honey, let him talk." My mum sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder and he relaxed slightly.
"Your daughter makes me a better person." I spoke to him. He needed to understand.
"That's debatable." My mother mumbled.
"Hey, I thought you were letting me talk." I raised an eyebrow.
"I only have the bruises and cuts because I was defending her." I pointed to my face.
"Jude was disrespecting her and telling me lies about things they've done together. She's my weakness and he knew that." The thought of Jude just makes me angry.
"So if you look like that, how'd he come out like?" Michael asked.
"Pretty normal to be honest." It's embarrassing admitting that Jude won. He's probably only got one bruise on his face, then again, that's debatable. I threw some pretty pathetic punches.
"But we're getting besides the point." I shook my head.
"I can't help that the one person I decided to fall in love with was Arielle. There's no one else out there like her." I'm just picturing her beautiful face right now. She's probably so pissed at me.
"Damn right there isn't. She's too good for you." His words hit me like a ton of bricks yet I knew that he was right.
"Don't talk to him like that!" Mum defended me, hitting Michaels shoulder.
"It's okay, he's right." I looked down to my feet.

Arielle is too good for me but that's why we're so great together. She makes me a better person yet I probably make her worse.

"Just because that's true, it doesn't mean that she doesn't love me. Hell, I love her more than you could ever imagine. I want to scream it from every single rooftop, just so that everybody hears and understands me. I hope you can understand that, both of you." The look on their faces says otherwise. I'm making this worse aren't i?
"I just can't accept it." Michael gave me a stern look.
"Well good job I'm not asking then, isn't it." I shrugged my shoulders, heading towards the exit of the kitchen.
"I don't know how things are going to be from now on but just know, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she's happy. I really hope you can work things out between the two of you. I'm sorry it had to be this way but love is selfish. Text me or whatever when you finally come to your senses." I began to walk to the front door, Michael following after me.
"She won't forgive you after this! I know her!" He started to yell but my feet didn't stop moving.
"She'll be the one coming to her senses when she finally realises she's not happy with you! Home is where she is happy!" I opened the front door, not even flinching as I walked through the rain.
"You're going to ruin her, Noah! Just remember that!" I unlocked the car, desperately hurrying to get inside so I couldn't listen to anymore.

Arielle's eyes were opened wide as she look at me, hitting my shoulder with her balled up fist.
"Don't ever do that again!" She hit me again. I've come to the conclusion that the best way for her to let out her anger was to hit me. It didn't really hurt, I guess it just started to ache after a while.
"I hadn't finished in there." I watched as her dad slammed the door shut. He better not take his anger out on my mum, I swear I will hurt him. More than I have done already.
Arielle didn't say anything, she just sobbed quietly beside me with her arms folded over her chest.

'You're going to ruin her, just remember that.' Michaels words circled my head as I reversed off of the driveway. I had no clue where we were going or what we were going to do but driving away seemed like the best option.
Her dad always seemed to be right, or maybe I just doubted myself?

I knew I couldn't give Arielle everything that she wanted. I have the temper of a five year old and a somewhat drug addiction. A spliff sounds so good right now, something to calm me down. I actually had one hidden in my bag incase it ever got to this. Ughhhhhh. She would hate me. This is exactly why she deserves better. I will ruin her. Maybe not now, but eventually. I have no plans for us as of now, we're basically homeless. They don't want us back there and I don't know how long that'll last.

Well, only time will tell.