To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

I smiled in satisfaction, knowing that Mason was about to get into trouble with his dad, a trouble that I had initiated.

I’m also going to be cock blocking him and that blonde bitch.

Perfect.

“You’re lying.” My mother’s voice washed over me, pulling me out of my thoughts and causing me to blink twice before finally getting what she was referring to.

“What?” I asked, pretending to not understand her, right before she gestured towards my brows.

“You’re raising your brows,” she pointed out with eyes slightly narrowed at me, letting me know that she has outrightly caught me in my lie.

“And, the only time they’re up like this is whenever you’re lying.” She added and I coughed dryly.

Getting my brows back in shape, I feigned ignorance.

“What do you mean?” I asked even though I knew what she meant.

“Ava?” She called and I sighed in defeat, silently beating myself up for slipping this easily.

“Fine!” I groaned out, wrapping my arms against my chest and leaning into the couch properly, “You’re right. I lied.” I added in a low, resigned tone.

“I knew it,” my mother said like she was Sherlock Holmes and had just cracked a new case, “Why though? Is it because you still haven’t gotten around to liking him and accepting him as your step brother?” She asked and I was silent for a while.

For a moment, I considered asking her if she knew damn well that Mason also doesn’t want me as his Step sister, so she can stop sounding like I’m the only problem between the two of us, when I know damn well that I wasn’t.

Mason was the only problem and that’s that.

“He wasn’t smoking pot,” I finally breathed out, refusing to meet my mother’s eyes as I spoke, because I knew she’s currently disappointed and it would be written all over her face..

Perhaps, I had gone a little over the top about lying that he was smoking pot, I guess?

“But I swear he was doing something illegal,” I said in my defence, trying to get my mum to see things from my point of view and when she raised an eyebrow at me, I decided to shut up to avoid coming off as desperate.

“Really? Ava?” My mum asked, sounding really sarcastic and I sighed once again.

“I swear. He might not be smoking pot but he’s really doing something he shouldn’t be found doing,” I added, “I saw him with a cigarette at the party. He was smoking, so it wasn’t like I told a complete lie.” I added with an off handed shrug and my mother’s eyes widened.

I’d just caught her interest.

“Are you serious?” She asked and I nodded affirmatively.

“You can ask Nicole, we both saw him and…”

“He brought you home right?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah but that’s beside the point, right?” I rolled my eyes and my mother only chuckled.

“Look, Ava, he’s an adult. As much as I don’t appreciate the act of drinking and smoking, he’s an adult and there’s only little I can do,” She started, taking my hand in hers as she rubbed it slightly, “What matters the most is the fact that you both are getting closer and he brought you home without anyone having to force him to.” She finished and I yanked my hands away from hers at once.

“Yeah, we’re magically getting closer now and thanks to him because I almost returned home without some of my fingers.” I muttered under my breath as I took another look at my still red hand.

“What?” My mother asked.

“Nothing.” I responded, not wanting her to see the said fingers in question because like Mason had said in the truck, even though I was really mad at him, I couldn’t help but agree with myself that he had been right. I shouldn’t have shoved my fingers in a closing window.

“Oh my god, what happened to your…”

“I’m tired mum. I need to rest, so I’m going to my room.” I cut her off as she spoke, smoothly rising to my feet. Planting a kiss on her cheek, I made my way up the stairs, heading towards my room.

Out of curiosity, once in my bedroom, I made my way to my window and peeked out of it, feeling gleeful on seeing Mason and his father standing a few feet away from the truck, obviously in an argument.

Mission accomplished.

Danny must’ve caught him and the blonde about to have sex in the car, serves him right to face something this mortifying.

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I looked around for the blonde but she was nowhere to be found and I shrugged as I made my way to the bathroom, perhaps she’s on her way home already, without getting any dick tonight.

Awesome.

I walked to the bathroom and had my hands soaked in hot water for a while. I massaged it thoroughly and rubbed some ointment into it, hoping that the swelling would have come down overnight.

I was making my way back into my bedroom when I noticed a figure sitting in my bed, completely taking me unexpectedly.

“Holy Shit!” I cried out, throwing away the towel I had with me and almost tripping. I took a good look at the figure still sitting on my bed and chewing her nails, as recognition slowly began to dawn on my face.

What the fuck is the spawn of Satan doing in my room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes at her in irritation.

“I knew it! This couldn’t have been Mason’s room, even though the colour was misleading at first, I knew I couldn’t feel Mason in here like I was supposed to.” The blonde who had accompanied Mason home from the party muttered while glancing around the room.

Resisting the urge to close the distance between us and drag her off my bed with her blonde hair, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Get out of my room right now.” I breathed out next.

When she made no move to leave, I took a threatening step closer to her, which made her instantly slide off the bed.

“He knew you were going to tell on him,” she offered as she folded her hands, referring to Mason. “And which was why he’d asked me to get into his bedroom through the window. You really should start watching your back because he sure as hell is going to get back at you, snitch!” She finished on a sneer and I rolled my eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my room or I won’t hesitate to yank you by your hair and throw you out the window!” I snapped out, taking another step towards her.

She walked towards the window which she had emerged from and to my surprise, got out of it the same way she’d gotten in. I inched towards the window once she had disappeared out of it and scoffed with a shake of my head at the height she had to climb to get into my room.

Anything for stupid dick.

I shook my head and was about to shut my window when I caught sight of Mason. Oh, how much do I want to bite his stupid ears off right now.

I couldn’t see his facial expressions clearly, but I clearly saw noticed the moment he raised his two middle fingers up at me, flipping me off in a way that made me scoff as I slammed my windows shut.

As I prepared for bed, one thought returned back to my mind.

What if he really tries to get back at me?

It didn’t take long for me to shove that thought out as I crawled into my bed and prepared to get some much needed sleep.

Before I could begin to fall asleep, a loud moan echoed off the wall, making me let out a frustrated groan, as more strings of moans followed suit, making it obvious that Mason and his blonde were already getting at it.

I knew he obviously didn’t care about making noise in the rest of the house because the duplex was in two parts and one side was for just Mason and I – which was exactly why my mother and his father hadn’t heard the absurdly loud music he had been playing last night when I had been about to fall asleep.

All attempts to block the moans out were useless, making me extremely annoyed as I once again, slipped my headphones on, like I had done last night.

That fucking son of a bitch.