My Stepbrother secret-possession

Don't Fuck With Me

I woke up early to the alarm I set last night. After getting ready in a simple knee-length skirt and shirt, I left my room with my new beige backpack and the belongings I had taken from Leigh yesterday. I made sure to drop them by his doorstep, expecting someone to find them since the keys I left were not in their designated spot.

Regardless, I wasn't surprised that he didn't come knocking on my door last night. He must hate me as much as I hate him. So I hurried downstairs and made myself some extra tea before leaving home, confident that I would make it to school on time and mark my attendance.

In the hallway, Arlen Garret approached my locker, looking fabulous in his neat black leather jacket and boots, just like always. I found myself blushing at the sight of the cute boy facing me.

"Hey, Ava," he greeted me.

"Hi," I nervously replied, shifting and closing my locker door.

Smiling, he ran his fingers through his perfect hair. Damn, he's gorgeous. "We didn't talk much since Tyron's party," he said.

"Yes, we didn't. I'm sorry I didn't ask, how's your shirt? Did it get real damage?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"No, they couldn't save it," he replied quietly. I instantly felt guilty for ruining his outfit. "But how about you help me look for a replacement this Friday after school?" he added, seeming a bit nervous.

With a furrowed forehead, I looked at him, puzzled. "Pardon?" What exactly does 'helping a handsome junior and Hills High football player search for a replacement shirt' mean? Honestly, I'm not that intelligent when it comes to such matters.

"Maybe you could accompany me to a men's clothing store to find a new shirt," he explained slowly.

Chewing on my lip, I could feel my face flushing as I agreed to his invitation. Arlen is a nice guy, and I didn't think there would be any harm in hanging out with him on Friday.

I made my way to class before the lectures began, finding Evie sitting beside me as usual. We attentively listened to the human geography lesson.

I was intensely focused when it happened. My soon-to-be stepbrother, Leigh, showed up in a cheetah jacket and jeans and asked the teacher for permission to talk to me privately.

Part of me wanted to say no, to run away and hide, but I knew that wouldn't be the reasonable thing to do. So, I chose the civilized option and followed Leigh outside the classroom, trying to appear like peaceful siblings. However, that illusion shattered within seconds. As soon as we stepped out, Leigh grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me to the end of the hall, pushing me into a small room, which I suspected was meant for the janitor. After closing the door, he didn't hold back his aggression and pinned me against the wall.

"What's the point of this confrontation?" I asked, my curiosity overpowering my fear as I stared at him.

"Tell me, what the fuck was that shit you pulled yesterday?" he practically barked in my face.

"What are you talking about?" I responded, trying to act casually despite the thousands of butterflies fluttering in my stomach and my irregular heartbeat.

He stared at me with intense anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I continued to lie, maintaining a firm demeanour.

"Don't fucking lie because I know it was you who locked me in. You were the only one left in the house. Ava, what is your fucking problem with me? Fucking answer me," his voice filled with boiling rage, sending chills of horror down my spine. I wanted to escape.