Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter-8

Kevin

"Really?" Chelsea hollers as she repeatedly curses and kicks her flat tire.

"Do you want a ride?" I remained there with my arms crossed, observing Chelsea as she kicked that tire for five f*****g minutes before finally determining to be sympathetic and offer her a ride to school.

Chelsea looks suspicious before inquiring. "Only a ride, Kevin?"

I nod, "What else would it be unless you would like to suck my—"

Instantly, Chelsea interrupts me. "Nice try, though I'll have to pass on that offer." Hastily, she picks her book bag off the ground and walks toward my car.

"Didn't Jessica suck your d**k yesterday?" She proposes. I almost laugh at her question but decide otherwise.

Although Chelsea asked about it to be a smart ass, It's relatively amiable to realize even with her overbearing, jealous boyfriend prompting her with a full-blown orgasm, she still paid attention to me. "I was offering for your pleasure. Not mine." I smirk.

She rolls her eyes. "I don't need a sexually transmitted disease, Kevin. You'll have better luck sharing your diseases with Jessica because I'm not interested."

Climbing into the car, I pluck my test results out of the glove department, dropping the slip of paper on her lap. "I'm clean," I assure her. "I got tested to prove to you I always strap my d**k up."

Chelsea examines the paper, reading my test results thoroughly before placing my paperwork back into the glove department, "Still, not interested." She claims as I recognize the sense of relief written all over her face.

I brush off her comment and ask, "Was your boyfriend pissed yesterday?"

"He doesn't want me dancing with you anymore." She yawns. "It would be much easier to avoid you if you were still a jerk."

"Not going to happen." I voice.

I cannot be the jerk she wishes for because if I do, I'll ruin any chance I have of winning her.

Parking the car in the school parking lot, Chelsea waits for me to exit my vehicle first.

She's been quiet and hasn't said much since I showed her the test results. Perhaps it's because her STD jokes are pointless now.

As I enter the classroom, I notice Jason sitting in the back row, waiting for Chelsea to take her seat next to him.

Chelsea immediately leaves my side and heads toward Jason.

While walking toward Jason, Jessica shoves her foot outward between the desk, and Chelsea stumbles over but catches her balance. "You Slut." Chelsea screams, dropping her bookbag. "You purposely tripped me."

I acknowledge Chelsea is ready to fight the moment I spot she indignantly flings Jessica's books off her desk, allowing them to scatter to the floor. "Get the f**k up," Chelsea shouts in Jessica's face.

Without delay, Jason and I rush toward the girls. Both, Jason and I are standing behind Chelsea, "Should've watched where you were walking, Whore." Jessica adds as she jumps out of her seat, and stands in front of Chelsea's face.

"Catfight," Some boy in our class cheers as Chelsea, open-handed, smacks Jessica across her face.

"I'll show you a w***e, you c**k sucking hoe." Chelsea swings Jessica by her hair and slams her onto the floor.

For all that lip Jessica had, she sure is a b***h.

Jessica attempts to swing her arms upward, though she doesn't stand a chance.

I knew Jessica couldn't beat Chelsea. That's why I remain here, blocking Jason from stopping the girls from fighting and watching Chelsea on top of Jessica delivering one blow, one after another.

Chelsea has her knees placed on each side of Jessica and is repeatedly banging her in the face. "You are nothing but a snitching slut," Chelsea screams as she continuously punches Jessica in her face.

I knew Chelsea had pent-up anger toward Jessica for the same reason as me. Unfortunately, I cannot put my hands on a woman, however, my stepsister surely can.

As much as I would enjoy standing here and allowing Chelsea to keep beating Jessica's ass, I have to stop the fight.

I decided Jessica had enough, only because I don't want my stepsister to be in trouble if she seriously harms Jessica.

Spontaneously, I pick up Chelsea, clasping my arm around her waist, keeping her close as wiggles trying to break loose from my hold. "Put me down, Kevin," Chelsea shouts.

"Calm down," I tell her as I carry her out of the classroom. "She isn't worth it," I assure her.

Chelsea is too close to graduation and doesn't need somebody to ruin that day for her. "No, f**k her. She's disrespected me one too many times."

"True, but you're even now, so chill." Honestly, I love it when Chelsea's temper flares. Her temper is one thing I love most about her.

Soon after, Jason comes out of the classroom, and examines Chelsea, "Are you okay?" He investigates, worriedly.

Chelsea nods. "I could have f*****g killed that skank, bitch." Jason tugs Chelsea into his arms, sheltering her in a hug.

Chelsea is at her sexiest when she's brooding with anger. Chelseas whipping Jessica's ass was the hottest f*****g s**t I have seen. And, realizing that she had resentment toward Jessica for tattling to her boyfriend, and ruining our night, made me admire Chelsea even more.

I notice Chelsea is struggling to remain still in Jason's arms, as her face is bloodshot red, and her hair is wild, all over the place. Evidently, she's fidgeting with anger, struggling to settle herself down.

God Damn do I have it bad for her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Harrison peeks out of the classroom. "Go to the office, Chelsea."

"Are you serious? Jessica started that fight. All I did was defend myself." Chelsea frees herself from Jason's hold, and stands there, tapping her foot frantically.

"Don't make me call the principal down here." Mr. Harrison glances at Jason and me. "And you two better come back to class."

Fuck that. I refuse to leave Chelsea to deal with consequences by herself. Therefore, I pull the sister card, "I'm not leaving my sister." I grasp her hand with mine, declining to give Mr. Harrison another chance to order me back to class.

The only person who matters at the moment is, Chelsea. I don't even give two shits less about Jason.

I understand Chelsea disapproves of it when I refer to her as my sister, though I refuse to let her take the wrath alone.

Plus, our parents are on their honeymoon, therefore she doesn't have anyone else but me by her side.

I guide Chelsea to the principal's office without either of us saying anything to Jason.

I took the lead, and for once she followed.

"You're permanently prohibited from coming to school grounds, Chelsea. I spoke to your teacher, and Mr. Harrison has written a thoroughly well-written statement specifying you were the one who was physically first in the altercation that had taken place between you and your classmate. After speaking to the assistant principal, we have decided this was the best decision."

"That's f*****g ridiculous. Chelsea's never been in trouble a day in her life. How the hell can you throw her out of school because she defended herself?" I witnessed Jessica trip her, purposely placing her front in Chelsea's path.

Therefore, I know Chelsea didn't start anything. She only finished what that b***h started.

In all honesty, Jessica has done nothing but hate on Chelsea from day one because of her jealousy toward Chelsea.

"Dad, I need you," I overhear Chelsea whisper into her phone.

Chelsea doesn't call my father, dad. Evidently, she must have dialed her biological father. I'm shocked, but honestly, given her situation, I don't blame her, nonetheless.

Sitting here pondering in my thoughts, I cannot believe principal Hendrix is doing this to her, "Can you switch her classes??" I purpose, hoping he will agree.

Mr. Hendrix closes the folder on his desk. "The girl she fought has scratches covering her entire face." He signals toward Chelsea, "She's lucky Jessica isn't pressing charges."

Finally, Chelsea's father storms into the office.

I regard him carefully, noticing Chelsea's looks are identical to her father's. Though her father seems familiar, but I cannot figure out where I have seen him before now.

"What happened?" Her father asks.

"Some girl in class tripped me, called me out my name, and I defended myself. And this jack-ass." She gestures toward the principal. "Informs me I cannot come back to school property, which means I won't be allowed to attend my graduation ceremony."

My God, this girl has a f*****g temper on her and doesn't know when to shut the f**k up. Alas, she's prohibited from walking a foot on school property, yet she sits here and calls the principal a jackass.

"Is this true?" Her father quizzes the principal.

Mr. Hendrix adjusts his collar, nervously. "I spoke to the school's administrators, and we made our final decision."

Chelsea must get her temper from her father because he's glowing red, and angry in the face as she is. "Wait outside the office for me." Her father states bitterly.

Chelsea and I can hear yelling through the door. We're unable to understand what they are saying.

Five minutes later, her father exits the principal office, "Well, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"

"The bad news." She replies.

"You're not allowed to attend classes from here on out." Her father holds his finger up. "Considering you have all the credits required to graduate, he will allow you to walk across the stage. The decision is yours to make, Chelsea."

"Thank you, John." She mutters.

Her father nods. "Thank you for calling me, Chelsea."

Chelsea and her father stand there for a minute staring at each other. "Well, I guess I better get back to the office."

Abruptly Chelsea looks at me with pleading eyes, ignoring her father, "Kevin, please don't tell Mom."

"I won't." I cannot believe she really doesn't trust me.

"Who's he?" Her father looks puzzled as he as stares at me.

Chelsea snickers. "This is my stepbrother, Kevin."

"Nice to meet you." Her father offers his hand.

"Same." I willingly shake his hand.

He slips his hands into his pockets. "If you need me, call me."

A slight smile forms on Chelsea's lips, "Will do."

Deciding not to finish the rest of the school day, I follow Chelsea outside in the pouring down rain. After all, I am her only ride home today.

Instantaneously, this crazy girl dances around in the rain while laughing.

"Come on, Kevin." I shake my head from left to right while staring at her. "What are you celebrating?" I wonder.

She continues dancing, whirling around and around.

Her laughter echoes sweetly through my ears as I stand here and watch her while falling in love with her even more.

"Life, Kevin." She twirls around and around until she's standing in front of me.

She's soaked, water dripping from her hair down to her face. Her spiral curls now look like waves. Hands down, Chelsea is the most beautiful lady I have ever seen.

Chelsea grabs my hands and forces me to move in circles with her. "You still have to go to school, and I don't." She sticks her tongue out, teasing me.

She continues laughing, holding our hands in the air while moving her body. The longer I stare at her, the deeper my emotions are growing for her, and I'm powerless to stop them.

I glide my hands down her arms while I lean forward slowly, expecting her to reject me.

When she doesn't push me away, I peck her lips as she stands there unmoving.

I'm captured by her beauty as I stare into her blue eyes, feeling like I'm drowning in an ocean, unable to swim my way back to the surface.

Eventually, I tilt my head to the side and place my lips on hers.

Pausing, keeping my lips steady, never wanting this moment to end, I breathe her in and appreciate the way her lips feel against mine.

I'm unsure if her eyes are pleading with me to stop or to continue. So, I continue, brushing my lips sideways across hers, before tenderly slipping my tongue into her mouth.

Her lips part, welcoming my tongue.

The urge I have for her is overwhelming, as I grip the back of her head and pull her closer to me.

When Chelsea's chest slams against mine, she rubs her hands through my hair, causing me to feel so many f*****g emotions at once.

No, girl has ever made me feel the way Chelsea has.

I never allowed a girl to touch me, but her I do.

Eventually, Chelsea glides her hands down my cheeks to my shoulders. Gradually wrapping her arms around my neck, and stares into my eyes.

I never gave any girl eye contact and here I am, kissing the girl I love, looking deep into her eyes, baring my soul to her just for her to give me false hope and choose him over me.

I have never willingly given my heart to any female and let them stomp on it over and over again.

Only Chelsea.

And, the pathetic part is, I don't even want my f*****g heart back. It's hers to do what she wants with it.

All too soon, she tears herself away and stares down at my lips. "I have a boyfriend, Kevin." To my surprise, she doesn't seem angry.

I'm unsure if she is reminding herself or me. "Dump him," I inform her while pulling her into my arms, wishing she would stay there forever.

"I can't, Kevin." Again, she pulls away from me. "Jason loves me, and I love him."

"If you love him so much, why did you kiss me instead of pushing me away?"

She sighs, "Is this a game to you, Kevin? Is it a challenge? You have been a man w***e since I have known you. So, why the sudden interest in me?"

I stalk closer. "I told you, Chelsea, I have fallen in love with you." She is too strong-minded for me to gain her trust. "I fell in love with you before. I understood what love was." I grab her hand and place a tender kiss on it. "You're the only girl I want in my bed. And it f*****g scares me because I can see a future with you."

"Why now?" She yanks her hand from me.

"I fought my feelings long enough, and I cannot do it anymore," I admit. Also, I realized if I waited any longer, I would lose her forever. In fact, I believe I already have.

She bows her head. "If you really love me as much as you say you do, can you please stop? I love Jason, and I just cheated on him." She holds her palm to her chest. "It pains me here knowing I have done that."

Chelse walks away with tears in her eyes and leaves me standing in the rain to ponder.

I'll never stop trying to make her love me.

Because I will never stop loving her.

I wish love was like a switch you could turn on and off because I would turn it off in a f*****g heartbeat.

Truthfully, If I could turn back time, I would do everything over to make her love me as much as I love her.

That motherfucker will always come before me.

Sadly, she left me to run to him and took my heart with her.

I guess I will only ever be her stepbrother, and nothing more.