Obsessed With My Step Brothers

“Where is everyone?” I muttered to myself, adjusting my back bag as I walked into my new school. 

The halls were completely empty, not a student in sight. 

I suddenly heard a roar so loud and wild, like a stadium just exploded. I flinched, my heart jumping into my throat. The sound came from deeper inside the school.

Summoning courage, I followed the noise till I was standing inside the courtyard, everything made sense. This is where everyone was.

Hundreds of students circled around forming a tight ring, everyone seemed to be recording with their phones and yelling at the top of their voices, chanting, “Lucifer!. Lucifer!.” 

I stood confused for a minute, this certainly can't be the school assembly right?. 

“What is going on?”

“A fight,” I flinched as someone replied to me. 

“A fight?” I gasped, “Why is no one stopping it?”

Her dark eyes widened, meeting my blue eyes like I’d just asked the dumbest question in the world, she let her eyes trail over my long blonde hair. “You must be new?”

“Yes. I just started today.”

She smirked, she had short dark hair cut in a bob around her round face. “The guy with grey hair is Chris Kane, a.k.a Lucifer, he runs this hood. The Kanes run this city. Even the principal doesn’t cross him. I'm Maya by the way, let's climb up so we don't miss all the fun.”

Before I could protest, she dragged me up a decorated table so we could watch the fight. 

“Lucifer!. Lucifer!. Lucifer?. Lucifer !” The roar was deafening. I forgot to blink as I took in the entire scene. 

“I knew Chris would win. He always wins.” Maya exclaimed happily as she started recording too. 

A guy with messy grey hair was throwing bloody punches at someone who has possibly passed out already, each hit landed with a sickening thud. 

It was cruel and bloody. I felt nauseated as I watched the Chris or Lucifer guy hit the other guy, blood spurting out of the guy's nose and mouth and staining both of their white shirts.

Memories I've tried to bury deep inside me begin to surge up, I instinctively touch the part of my arms where my scars are. I specifically wore the long sleeve uniform to hide my scars, I can't let people see them. 

The reason I have scars running down my arms came into my head. I began to have a panic attack as fragments of the memories filled my head…, …my ex boyfriend Marcus’s enemies…, ...the girls that bullied me…, …my brother hitting me when he's drunk…, …what happened at the party…

“Are you okay?” Maya's voice floated into my head. 

…the knife slicing the skin on my arm until it left a permanent mark…. The blood….

“NOOOOOOOO,” I screamed at the top of my voice. My voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

I felt everything around me freeze. The chanting of Lucifer died instantly. I could literally feel all heads turn to me, eyes boring into my body. 

“Who the hell is that?” someone whispered as I slowly removed my hands from my head. 

“Is she crazy?” another asked as I steadied my breathing, coming out of the panic attack. 

Maya had jumped down from the table beside me and I couldn't find her in the crowd. I was all alone again, just when I was kidnapped. NO! I can't think about that right now. 

“You're not a coward Rebel, you have to learn to be confident and courageous, those are skills you can build with practice,” my therapist had said.

I decided that from this moment on I will be confident and courageous.

“Stop fighting!” I said firmly like I didn't just have a panic attack about my traumatic past. 

Chris a.k.a with wild grey hair looked up and our eyes met, deep emerald green eyes locked onto mine with intense cold hard gaze.

He was practically a bloody mess, from his perfectly looking sculptured face to the white shirt of his uniform. 

“What did you say?” His voice was deep and dangerously calm in the silence. 

“I said stop,” I replied, lifting my chin. I jumped down from the table and landed perfectly, ballet classes are paying off. 

“Everyone parted so that I was standing in the direction of Chris and open to him. Stay strong Rebel!. 

Chris stood up straight, tall and intimidating with a solid looking broad chest, lean neck on an athletic looking body. He reminded me a lot of Marcus, my ex boyfriend and I had the urge to touch my scars again but I didn't give in. 

Chris dropped the guy he was punching like a useless lump and started walking toward me. Like a predator closing in on its prey. My heart was pounding but I didn’t move, he was now standing a few feet from me, to intimidate me with his height. 

His bloody clothes, face and bruises nauseated me but I stayed strong. 

“You’d better stand back, blonde princess” his green eyes trailed over my long blonde hair. “Unless you want to take his place.”

“I’m not a princess. If you don’t stop hitting people for fun,” I shot back, “you might want to worry about someone finally hitting you.”

Someone snickered, and suddenly the whole place erupted into laughter.

“Who’s that bitch?” a student scoffed. 

“Is she trying to be funny?”

“You mean get killed,” someone corrected.

Chris studied me from head to toe, from my sparkling white sneakers to the light skin of my long straight legs in short purple skirt, and white long sleeve shirt hiding the scars on my arms. And then my wavy honey blonde hair falling in long waves over my back.

I knew I was hot and pretty, the lustful stare from men confirmed it. I blinked my blue eyes at him waiting for him to stop checking me out. 

“My eyes are up here,” I said more confidently to get his attention. I know he definitely sees how hot I am.

Chris's gaze stayed on me as he stepped closer, “You’ve got guts speaking to me like that.” 

I shrugged slightly. “And you’ve got anger issues.”

A few gasps echoed through the crowd.

“First day?” he murmured, wiping blood from his face, grey eyes never leaving me. 

I didn’t answer, I was struggling to hide my nausea seeing all that blood on him. 

He spoke again, his voice was colder, “Then let me teach you something. Nobody messes with Chris Kane.”

My stomach tightened, “What?” I asked.

A slow smirk spread across his face, the kind that promised trouble, “Everyone who stands in my way…”

He took a step forward, cracked his knuckles, “…gets it?”

The crowd erupted instantly. “Fight Lucifer!. Fight Lucifer!.”

My pulse spiked as I suddenly remembered the last time I fought, it was the day I got the scars. The roar was up again and more deafening. 

Before I could think, before I could swallow my nausea, before I  could swallow my panic attack, he moved. 

And the last thing I saw was his fist coming straight for my face.