Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Jasmine’s POV

“Mum, this is not a good idea.” I said as I entered the passenger seat and she turned on the ignition.

“Oh come on, Jasmine, it’s just a game and he is my stepson.” She answered, her smile so bright, I wondered if that was even possible.

“A stepson that hates the two of us.” I tried to reason with her and she shrugged.

“Well, that might be true now but we cannot hate him too. That’s not going to help us bring him over to our side, sweetheart. You’re the one that listens to Kill em with kindness almost everyday.”

“Well mum, when Selena Gomez sang about that, she was not talking about someone like Hardin.” I murmured as she moved the car.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, I choose to not believe that. And besides, it’s your school too. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

Tonight was a lacrosse game between our school and the school from the next town. It was a big night for everyone, most especially Hardin, who was the captain of the team.

And that was if he was going to show up since none of us had seen or heard from him since he tried to choke me to death two days ago in the woods beside the school, an incident that I had begged Russo to keep from my mother. I didn’t want her to hurt anymore.

My hypothesis was that he was staying in the cabin by the lake and even though the empathetic part of me, the part that understood how hurt he was to be scolded by his father like that, was not foolish enough to decide to search for him, especially when I was sure that he blamed me for what happened that afternoon.

I was thankful that Lisa had gone out and would join us at the game. After which we would be going back home with our car or best an Uber for her if I had an opinion about it because I would rather chew dust than have to watch my mother take any more insults and not be able to say anything about it.

We arrived at the football arena and my mother rushed to sit at the front row, holding the customized Hardin banners that she had made and when she gave me one, I raised my eyebrows in warning.

“Oh, come on, you have to cheer for your step brother. You know that.”

I was about to tell her that there was no way in hell that I would ever accept Hardin as my step brother or even cheer wholeheartedly for him since everyone didn’t have a heart of gold like her when Nadia came to sit beside us.

“Hey, Jazz. Hi, Aunt Cami.” She greeted and my mother smiled, passing her the basket of snacks that she had packed for the match and my eyes widened, because I realized that she had put in so much effort and thought into the game like she was really his mother.

Hardin was too blind to see that he didn’t have to fight us. And I was sure that with Lisa around, we might as well be trying to get through to a wall to explain that we were harmless.

Nadia bit into a cookie and moaned before looking at my mum.

“Aunt Cami, you are a goddess.”

My mother laughed and just as I was about to tease Nadia, the players for our school walked out to the pitch to stand on the left side of the referee, the opposing school already standing on his right.

My heart skipped a beat when Hardin stepped out first, walking in front and his teammates following him.

Our eyes met just as the game was about to start and I swallowed, my heart in my mouth throughout the entire match.

I didn’t even realize that I was raising the banner supporting Hardin until the final whistle blew and our school won the match.

“Hey, go and give him some snacks and that smoothie. He must be so tired. I’ll wait for you in the car.” My mother said and I looked at her like she was crazy but it seemed that she was serious.

Sighing, I walked towards where Hardin was standing with his teammates when someone grabbed me and when I turned around, it was the captain of the other team.

“You were raising the flag for that son of a bitch. What are you, his girlfriend or something?” He growled, grabbing me by the arm and I gasped in fear, the bag I was holding had already fallen to the ground.

“Let me go” I whispered and when he didn’t, I was about to scream before someone grabbed his other hand and threw him to the other end of the field.

Before I could understand what was happening, Hardin was on top of him, punching his face into the ground and Alex and Sandro had to pull him off.

Running to where he was still struggling, I screamed.

“Get a fucking grip, Hardin.”

He looked at me like I was crazy and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me back into school and throwing me into an empty class before he locked the door and turned around to face me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shrieked out. He growled, grabbing me by the neck and held me against the wall.

“What is wrong with me? Let me tell you, listen! Because of you, my father’s opinion of me is way worse than it was.”

“It was not exactly good before,” I chirped in with a shrug.

“Shut the hell up!”

I flinched, then kept quiet.

“Because of you and that little slutty skirt, I punched that boy’s head into the ground and you’re asking me to get a grip? I’ll show you how to get a grip.”

Bending me over the desk, he raised my skirt and slapped my ass hard.

Pulling my head back, he shoved my panties aside and forced two fingers into me. I whimpered, my muscles squeezing tight around his fingers involuntarily.

“You are going to pay for the shitty week that I have had, Jasmine.”

Holding my neck, he forced me on to stand on the tip of my toes and the only thing I heard before he pushed his dick into me was the rapid beating of my heart.

He groaned and when I would have screamed, his hands covered my mouth as he started to thrust in and out of me.

“You are going to pay for making my life harder, Jasmine Scott.”

I could only stay bent over, helpless as he fucked me hard and into the table. My legs shook as his second hand that was holding my waist found my clit and started rubbing hard, making me clench on his dick even harder.

“You see, Jasmine. You might hate my guts and trust me, I feel the same way but you do not hate my dick and I hate to say it, but this pussy is the only thing on you that I can stand.”

And then there was no more talking, just his growls and my muffled screams as he drilled into me and rubbed my clit vigorously until I felt the orgasm hit me and my walls tightened on his dick.

“Ah fuck yes.” He groaned, pulling out of me and turning me around before he forced me on my knees and shoved his dick into my mouth, thrusting a few times.

And then he was cumming, his head thrown back as he pulsed in my mouth and his cum hit the back of my throat.

I should have been used to the fact that he was going to leave me there when he was done but this time, I didn’t know why I cried even harder.

When I finally was able to make it to the car, I lied to my mother that I had a migraine and that Hardin had taken the bag of snacks and that was enough for me to have a quiet ride back home, but I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

Maybe that was why at the entrance of the school, I walked right in front of a powerbike and even though I was almost hit, my brain cells were slow to react.

They did react when the owner of the bike removed his helmet and rushed towards me though.

Beautiful.

That was the only word I could use to describe him.

His hair was a light brown that looked like red when sunlight touched it and his eyes, they were an astonishing hazel, the swirl of green and brown mixing in a way that was just perfect.

He grabbed my shoulders gently and looked at me from head to toe, his face filled with concern but I was still just stuck staring at his face.

“Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded, suddenly embarrassed that the first time this boy was seeing me, I looked like a train wreck, my hair in a messy bun and dark circles under my eyes.

But he didn’t look like he cared about either of them as he smiled brilliantly at me.

“Thank Goodness. But just to be sure, let me walk you to where you’re going?”

I was about to tell him that I was really alright when Nadia ran to us and waved at the stranger before taking my hands and walking me into the school.

“Oh my God, who was that hottie and why do you look like you have not slept in days. The midterms are still very far away.”

I shook my head for a shrug.

“I don’t know.” I replied, answering the first question and ignoring the second.

Nadia took my singular answer as the answer to both questions and just as I was taking my seat, I wondered how I was going to make it through the day.

Just then, Miss Smith our homeroom teacher walked in and the beautiful stranger walked in after her.

“Hello, class, so today, we will be having a new student among us. I’ll allow him to introduce himself.”

He smiled very brightly and when his eyes landed on me, his smile widened.

“Hello everyone, my name is Lorenzo and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re welcome, Lorenzo” the entire class chorused except for me who still had my mouth open in shock and when she asked him to take a seat, he walked towards me and sat directly beside me.

“Hey, we meet again” He whispered and just at that moment, I had a feeling that this was only just the beginning.