Bro Just Stepped Back Novels & Stories

I hop down from the counter and adjust my panties, sweeping my unruly curls out of my face with a hand and peering over at him cautiously. Brock gives me one last long look before turning away and heading for the stairs. Retreating back to his room; his fortress of solitude. My legs are still a bit wobbly as I tuck the carton of apple juice back in the fridge and make my way back to my own.

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

I had stood in front of Brianna before and I had always managed to keep my face neutral, but something about hearing it on this field, in front of this many people who had just been watching Colton lose, made it land differently. "And now," Brianna continued, looking around with the pleasant expression of someone sharing an observation that everyone was already thinking, "now she has got her best friend's new stepbrother riding in to defend her honour. Which is sweet, I suppose. Very brotherly of him." She glanced over at Jade when she said it and the glance was not accidental. She even made the quote sign when she said "brotherly". Nothing Brianna did in front of a crowd was accidental. She

Outside. Brian's steps in front of me as I take a step. "What are you doing?" "You need to be the furthest away from a supernatural punch up," Brian says. I try to step around him. He blocks me again. "Brian fuck off." I shove him in the chest. He doesn't move an inch. The rest of the pack has scattered, following the noise and growls of Will and Christophe.

His grin was all mischief, but I could feel the underlying tension radiating off him. Brian’s gaze flickered to Beck’s arm, and something unspoken passed between them. A silent challenge. I nudged Beck’s side with my elbow, warning him to keep it together. The last thing I needed was a scene. Rebecca cleared her throat. “Steph and I need to go inside. We’ve got work to do.” Beck gave my shoulder a light squeeze before letting his arm fall away. “See you later, Steph.” I nodded, stepping forward as Lucy and Sarah turned back down the hallway, their whispered conversation fading behind me.

My vision blurred out. Bryan pulled out at the last second, stroked twice and came across my stomach and her face in thick ropes, marking us. Silence fell. Just heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets. He stood up, tucked himself away and placed the gun back in his hand. “Get dressed,” he said flatly. “Both of you. We’re going back.” Elena looked at me, eyes soft for the first time. “Jade…” Bryan cut her off. “Move.”

BROOKS For a second, neither of us moved, Stephan’s gaze still fixed on mine, and his body taut. Another knock. “Brooks?” Zade’s voice was low, questioning. I stepped toward the door, but Stephan’s hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist. “Don’t.” “For fuck’s same, Stephan!” I yanked free. “Leave me the fuck alone!” His mouth curved…not a smile, not really. “Open that door, and you’ll regret it.”

When we finally stopped, the guy with the flip knife pushed me out of the van. The six boys surrounded me, and I could see that some of them were carrying weapons like knives and baseball bats. I dug my hands in my pocket and stared at them with a set face. I had to stay calm and collected if I wanted to get out of this alive. Then a boy walked in, and my heart sank. It was Jacob. Jacob was clapping his hands, smiling at me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said lively. "If it isn't Derek, Ronnie's step brother."

“Probably. Who cares anymore, certainly not me.” Instantly a weird type of tension creeped up in the atmosphere making it unbearable for me to stay. Stephan’s deep breaths ringed until they slowed down when he sat down next to me in a certain distance. From my peripheral vision I saw he brought a towel towards his face to wipe off the excess. We both sat quietly until he broke it off again. “You know what, just be the person in the song. Your song. Maybe you’ll get your answers you seek for.” With that he got up and stormed off in the next door showers.

I was done. Brum took a step back. His eyes snapped from my belly to my face then he turned around and walked away. He walked away from us.